<?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-4990846318295742869</id><updated>2012-01-09T07:53:48.078-08:00</updated><category term='daylight-saving time'/><category term='A Grandparent&apos;s Grace'/><title type='text'>National Heights Baptist Church</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NHBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700490467520359822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3952547169115147596</id><published>2012-01-09T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:53:48.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Three Lives!</title><content type='html'>We have a blood drive at NHBC this month. I've always been fascinated with that process. I can give a pint of blood, which I won't miss, which then has the possibility of saving three lives. Exactly how that works escapes me – something about the different components of my blood being used to treat different situations. Personally, I tried to forget my biology class after we dissected some pickled frogs. Fortunately, some people were listening during biology, and they use their knowledge to help folks who are sick. All I have to do is sit back and fill a plastic bag, and I get free cookies and juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers we have an even more extraordinary opportunity. All we have to do is share our story, what Jesus has done for us. That simple act, a testimony for Christ multiplied through God's power, can bring eternal life to the people you love. No pickled frogs necessary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3952547169115147596?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3952547169115147596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2012/01/save-three-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3952547169115147596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3952547169115147596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2012/01/save-three-lives.html' title='Save Three Lives!'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-4822106071720442054</id><published>2011-12-12T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:51:50.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Christmas</title><content type='html'>I heard of one woman who was invited to join a Baptist church. Her friend told her about a Sunday School fellowship she could attend, in addition to choir practice, missions meeting, covered dish supper, and a discipleship class. The woman shook her head and replied, “I would love to be a Baptist, but I'm just not physically able!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that way about Christmas. Between the shopping, the decorations, the parties, and the food, it feels a little more like a marathon than a celebration. Then I remember the reason we celebrate, that God so loved the world, he sent his only begotten Son. Don't let the busy-ness of the season rob you from the joy of celebrating the Savior. We have reason to sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 96:2 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the Lord, praise his name; proclaim his salvation day after day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-4822106071720442054?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/4822106071720442054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4822106071720442054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4822106071720442054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-for-christmas.html' title='Time for Christmas'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-2728699516316263538</id><published>2011-11-14T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:42:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eyesight</title><content type='html'>I was reminded recently of the importance of good eyesight. I normally wear contacts which my ophthalmologist has formulated to allow me to see both things far away and read items close at hand. Somehow, I got a piece of dust under one of the contacts, creating a condition I can only describe as an icepick in the eye. If you have contacts, you know what I mean. If you don't, believe me, you don't know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the icepick in my eye, I was forced to wear my glasses for a day. I only bought single vision glasses (primarily because I am cheap) so I could see things far away clearly. Up close, things were in a complete fog. In the grand scheme of things, that's not a great problem, but when you are scheduled to preach in fifteen minutes, it's an issue. The verses in my bible looked like one giant ink smudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I remembered – we have a copier that enlarges. Two minutes later, I had scriptures Mr. Magoo could read. The experience taught me an important lesson: we need to be the enlarging copier for our friends and neighbors. They can't see the extraordinary promises of God's word. We need to be willing to allow the Holy Spirit to use us like enlarging copiers, making God's promises visible to the world around us through our lives. They've got ice picks in their eyes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:16&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-2728699516316263538?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/2728699516316263538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-eyesight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2728699516316263538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2728699516316263538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-eyesight.html' title='Good Eyesight'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-1576318370889780953</id><published>2011-10-10T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:34:28.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Call</title><content type='html'>This week, my family had our gas furnace serviced for the winter. Our repairman came out and cleaned the dust off the burners, made sure the filter was clean, and checked everything out so that we would be ready for cold weather. I was just glad to be ready not to blow up the house. Being warm is nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need those service calls in life, too. It's one of the reasons I'm glad to have close Christian friends to keep me grounded in the Word of God. They can let me know when things are getting a little dusty. The weather will surely come; we all face those challenging times of life. Better to be ready now than cold then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:24-25 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;24 [Jesus said] Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-1576318370889780953?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/1576318370889780953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/10/service-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/1576318370889780953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/1576318370889780953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/10/service-call.html' title='Service Call'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-2998950742266920950</id><published>2011-09-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:57:53.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water the Grass</title><content type='html'>It has been feast or famine with my yard this year. We had so much rain during the spring, it was hard to mow because of the mud, then the rain stopped in July and my yard has begun to resemble the Sahara. One area, especially, where I had seeded new grass last year looked so wonderful during the spring, now looks like the infield where I played Little League. I have an urge to steal second base every time I walk out on our back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is an essential ingredient for grass to grow. We need to realize the same thing about studying God's word and growth in our spiritual life. Too often, we fall into a feast or famine routine. We read the scripture diligently for a time, then begin to miss a day here and there and suddenly, we are in the spiritual Sahara. Water the grass. Find time to read God's Word daily. Your neighbors will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 3:16 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-2998950742266920950?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/2998950742266920950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/09/water-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2998950742266920950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2998950742266920950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/09/water-grass.html' title='Water the Grass'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-2241477223977967908</id><published>2011-08-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:05:32.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calendar</title><content type='html'>I recently had to update my calendar. My old calendar was on software that is no longer compatible with my computer, so I had to make a change. That meant typing in each event for the coming year. Software does simplify that task, to an extent, but I still had to review each day one by one. That's always a humbling project. Some days were full to overflowing; other days are waiting for new adventures to present themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew what he would be doing everyday. Mary and Joseph learned that truth when, after searching for the young Jesus after a trip to Jerusalem, they found him at the temple. Jesus told them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2:49&lt;br /&gt;“Why were you searching for me?” he asked. “Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture says that at the time, Mary and Joseph didn't know what Jesus meant, but all they had to do was look at his calendar. Jesus' Day-timer would have said the same thing each day - “Being about my father's business.” I could eliminate much clutter from my life if I would learn this same truth and apply it to my life. And my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-2241477223977967908?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/2241477223977967908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-calendar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2241477223977967908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2241477223977967908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-calendar.html' title='New Calendar'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3148091875486470039</id><published>2011-07-11T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:30:43.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions R Us</title><content type='html'>Marsha and I passed by the Toy's R Us store a few days ago and had one of those melancholy moments of midlife. We realized it had been years since we had made the journey down those hallowed aisles. Years ago we started buying diapers and formula there – at that time they had the cheapest in town, if you bought in bulk. And we needed bulk.&lt;br /&gt; Then there were the years of toys, beginning on the preschool aisle and working our way through to the “big kid” toys. I liked all of them, especially when the had the occasional sample out to try. My daughters used to have to drag me out of the store. “Mom, would you tell dad to stop playing with everything. We are ready to go home!” &lt;br /&gt; Then suddenly we stopped going. The girls didn't pester us for the latest toy, I stopped looking for toy coupons in the Sunday paper, and the mall became a more likely destination. To be honest, I didn't notice. We just moved on in our life.&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes that happens with missions. We hear the story of a missionary or mission and get excited about the possibilities. We give, we pray, we go. . . and suddenly we don't. It doesn't happen all at once. Other activities begin to call us away and suddenly weeks go by we don't think about missions at all.&lt;br /&gt; That can't happen. We are a mission people. It is our calling. Missions R Us. Pray that we will always be faithful to our Lord's command:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:19-20 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3148091875486470039?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3148091875486470039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/07/missions-r-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3148091875486470039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3148091875486470039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/07/missions-r-us.html' title='Missions R Us'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3873988934287850916</id><published>2011-06-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:05:24.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in the Big Apple</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of VBS. This year, we have embarked on the Big Apple Adventure. I've never been to New York, but if it looks anything like NHBC looks this week, I want to go! We've had a great start with excited teachers, workers, and the best group of VBS learners in the world. Through the week, we will be learning how we can be connected to God through Christ. Who knew the streets of NYC could lead you to JC?!? Thanks for all the prayers for our VBS – God is answering in a great way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3873988934287850916?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3873988934287850916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-in-big-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3873988934287850916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3873988934287850916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-in-big-apple.html' title='A Week in the Big Apple'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-7709080516017231897</id><published>2011-05-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:37:38.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful Noise</title><content type='html'>I remember the day my children's choir director let me lead the choir onto the platform for our annual concert. It was the proudest moment of my six years of existence, being first in line as the choir proceeded up the stairs at the front of our church ready to sing our rendition of “Jesus Loves Me.” What I failed to realize was that, because I was in front, I was closest to our director, meaning she could grab me if I got a case of the wiggles or began to wander off, as I sometimes had the tendency to do. I'm not sure, at that moment, if leadership was a privilege for me, or self preservation on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I have been blessed through the years to have numerous patient, kind, praying leaders who have taught me the significance of making a joyful noise before the Lord. God gave us music to help guide us to worship. As National Heights prepares to move forward in the calling of a new minister of music, I am looking forward to learning even more how to worship the Savior. We have been blessed with extraordinary music in the past; God has great days ahead as we proclaim His name. Be in prayer for this coming Sunday, and for days ahead, that we all might unite in one voice to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the Lord. (Psalm 122:1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-7709080516017231897?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/7709080516017231897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/05/joyful-noise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7709080516017231897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7709080516017231897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/05/joyful-noise.html' title='Joyful Noise'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-639483564742977417</id><published>2011-04-12T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:07:13.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading a report this morning of a church near Little Rock. The report communicated that God was doing some very exciting things in, through and around this church and in the city of Little Rock. The hungry are being fed, people are being saved and God is being Glorified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the timeline of what had happened I could not help but notice it all started with people praying. First a few then more and more. Eventually several hundred people were committed to praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldn't help but think, "hey, we have several hundred people here that can pray". The challenge... Lets pray. Lets pray that people are reached. Lets pray that the hungry are fed. Lets pray that God is glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-639483564742977417?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/639483564742977417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-reading-report-this-morning-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/639483564742977417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/639483564742977417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-reading-report-this-morning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-342030318606159279</id><published>2011-04-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:34:15.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dog</title><content type='html'>My dog is growing old. She turned 15 this year, which, if one dog year equals seven human years, makes her 105 years old. She is fairly spry for having past the century mark. Last night, she was chasing bunnies. She moves slowly enough that she can't catch them, but she does give them a good run. I think the rabbits have figured this out – they were sitting by her house when the athletic events started. Besides her hair being a little thinner, her main problem is that she appears to be going deaf. Instead of calling for her at night, I have to shine a flashlight in the yard so she can see me. Otherwise, she will simply wait for the next rabbit to stroll by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At fifteen, she has been a part of our family for a significant time. My girls and my dog have literally grown up together. My vet has prepared us for the inevitable; from what he has said, her particular breed lives for an average of 13 years. She is two years above average, and counting. We know that one day, she won't be chasing the bunnies anymore. That's the nature of this life. It ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of my own mortality as well. One day, I won't be chasing bunnies, either. But that is what makes the reality of Jesus' resurrection so significant. He has solved what we could not. He has won the victory over death. When we know Christ as Savior, through his death and resurrection we have forgiveness and life everlasting. That's what we celebrate at Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 15:55-57 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-342030318606159279?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/342030318606159279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/04/old-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/342030318606159279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/342030318606159279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/04/old-dog.html' title='Old Dog'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8225241648115554980</id><published>2011-03-14T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:02:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowing on Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was young and had better knees going snow skiing for spring break. I would gather my youth group, my wife, and any willing participants from our church and we would head to Purgatory (always an interesting location for a Baptist church group to visit). I probably fell more than I skied, but it was always great fun and a wonderful time to build relationships and enjoy the beautiful Colorado Rocky Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by, muscles grew older, and I haven't been skiing in awhile. I still enjoy spring break, if for no other reason than the word spring. For some reason, cold weather just doesn't appeal to me so much anymore, and anything with the word “spring” indicates there will be warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, the first day of my daughter's spring break – it snowed. At least it doesn't appear to be accumulating – I draw the line at shoveling my driveway on any day named “spring,” even if it is just a date on the school calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the snow reminds me of the unpredictability of this world. We may have snow one day and drought the next. The instability around me only serves to contrast with the stability of Christ. He is “the same yesterday, and today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8). His love and grace will be greater still long after this world has ceased to be. That's worth celebrating – snow or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8225241648115554980?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8225241648115554980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/03/snowing-on-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8225241648115554980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8225241648115554980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/03/snowing-on-spring-break.html' title='Snowing on Spring Break'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8120470353855023065</id><published>2011-02-14T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:36:04.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>According to Pottsmerc.com, on February 14, 36 million heart shaped boxes of chocolate will be exchanged, 198 million roses will be given (smart choice, guys), and 160 million valentine cards will be signed, sealed and delivered (not counting the boxed set cards children exchange at school valentine parties), making this the second largest greeting card holiday (next to Christmas). I bought my wife a chocolate-colored greeting card with a photo of a rose, so I guess I added to all three categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The day is an important time to tell the ones you love what they mean to your life, but we don't have to do that only one day a year. God certainly doesn't. His love for us is expressed 24/7 year round. Five hundred and five verses in the scripture speak of love. God's love is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:1 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:8 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our response to Him isn't too hard to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 6:5 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And no wonder -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8120470353855023065?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8120470353855023065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8120470353855023065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8120470353855023065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3493081211996902354</id><published>2011-01-11T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T06:36:57.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>I found some shoes in my closet last week. I had purchased a new pair, so it was time to get rid of the old ones. These were old ones, twice removed. I guess they had been shoved to the back of the closet and missed in the previous shoe shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes tend to wear out on the inside, making the heel of the shoe about half as tall on one side as the other. These had the typical wear pattern, but worse. I guess I had tried to stretch their life a little longer than usual. I placed them, along with the old pair I was replacing, in our family's donation stack, but I almost felt embarrassed. If someone uses those shoes, they are going to end up walking like a pigeon-toed duck (is it a grammatical foul to mix a fowl metaphor?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me thankful for the new life we have in Christ. When we know the Savior, we are always new, having received a life that will never end. Cool! I won't end up like those shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!  (2 Corinthians 5:17)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3493081211996902354?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3493081211996902354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/01/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3493081211996902354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3493081211996902354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2011/01/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8846983913620649288</id><published>2010-12-13T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:39:59.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hark!</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas carols. One of my favorites, "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing", has an intriguing history. The song was written by Charles Wesley and published by George Whitefield, two men who disagreed at several points but agreed at the most important - that every person should hear the message of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is sung to a tune originally composed to celebrate the work of Gutenberg, the inventor of movable type. He is probably best known for his publication of the scripture, often called Gutenberg's Bible. This publication allowed many to own a copy of the scripture who could not have afforded it in the days before Gutenberg's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it interesting that this song, written and published by two men who dedicated their lives to sharing God's word, sung to a tune about a man who's invention allowed millions to read God's word, is now sung the world over to remind us of the night when the angels announced that the Word of God had come into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have told you this on the internet, an invention that allows anyone with a computer to share their testimony to the power of God's word with people around the globe. Amazing! Truly we have reason to celebrate this Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8846983913620649288?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8846983913620649288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/12/hark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8846983913620649288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8846983913620649288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/12/hark.html' title='Hark!'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-4290343403888857725</id><published>2010-11-08T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:56:30.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Season</title><content type='html'>I heard a story about a nine-year-old boy who was asked to give the prayer for his family’s Thanksgiving meal. As everyone bowed their heads, the young boy began to pray, “Thank you, God, for Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Uncle Fred, Aunt Judy...” continuing until he had named everyone at the table. Then he began to give thanks for the food, “Thank you for the turkey, for the dressing, for the potatoes, for the pickle relish, for the ice tea....” For a moment the boy paused.  Everyone squirmed wondering if he had forgotten to end his prayer. After an awkward moment of silence, the boy concluded, “And thank you for whatever is under that foil. Amen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often thank God for what we can see, but we need to thank him for the unseen blessings as well. God is at work in our lives, even when we are unaware of it. Remember to thank God this week for whatever is under that foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 11:33 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-4290343403888857725?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/4290343403888857725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4290343403888857725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4290343403888857725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-season.html' title='Thanksgiving Season'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-906757312246826588</id><published>2010-09-14T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T07:19:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make an Impact on Sunday, Sept. 26</title><content type='html'>We have our third Servant Sunday, September 26. We plan to take an army of folks to Watkins Elementary, our partner school, to paint and spruce up the grounds for the new school year. On Monday morning, September 27, Watkins students will walk in the door of their school and see a new, welcoming environment. They will wonder, “What happened here? Who did this for me and my friends?” Some of them have never experienced Christ’s love in their lives. They have been told again and again that no one cares about them. Monday, September 27, they will know differently. They will know the people of National Heights Baptist Church cared enough about them to make their school a better place to learn. More important, they will know that, even in the midst of the challenges they face in their homes and neighborhoods, God has not forgotten them. He loves them and cares for them. Your tangible expression of God’s love may very well be the starting point in directing children and families to the love of Christ. Join us Sunday, September 26 at Watkins to visibly express Christ to our community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-906757312246826588?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/906757312246826588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-impact-on-sunday-sept-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/906757312246826588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/906757312246826588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-impact-on-sunday-sept-26.html' title='Make an Impact on Sunday, Sept. 26'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6322416996314728592</id><published>2010-08-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:03:08.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Wear</title><content type='html'>We recently returned from a mission trip to Wyoming. The average high was in the mid-80's with 20% humidity. Back in Springfield, they were sweltering with temperatures in the upper 90's and humidity in the 85-90% range. Quite a difference. Wyoming is a place of great contrasts; the mountains right up against desert lands, the crystal blue sky meeting the brown sagebrush; antelopes grazing in fields of dirt and rock. We had a great time serving alongside North American Mission Board missionaries Drew and Pam Crabtree. Their love for the Lord contrasted with the harsh region. They travel hundreds of miles each week to take the love of Christ to workers on the oil fields, sharing God's love in beautiful ways. Pray for them as they continue this marvelous work. You can read more about our mission to Wyoming at &lt;br /&gt;wyomingmission2010.blogspot.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6322416996314728592?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6322416996314728592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/western-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6322416996314728592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6322416996314728592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/western-wear.html' title='Western Wear'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-1680778568596018895</id><published>2010-07-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:45:38.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>We had rain last night, almost four inches in Springfield, from what I understand. We had about that much in one of our Sunday School classrooms. We are still trying to figure out what happened, but we think the gutter system was overwhelmed with the amount of rain, pushing the water underneath the roof and into our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mopping up the water and pieces of ceiling tiles, I had a positive thought (always a good thing when mopping). We should pray for this every week. Not for water in the building, but for God’s transforming power to flood our community every week. People in our life have all kinds of “gutter systems” to channel God’s influence away from their heart; the world provides all kinds of distractions and walls. What if we could overwhelm those defense systems by showing God’s transforming love in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God’s Spirit was so pervasive, so powerfully present, that every person coming into contact with our lives would be flooded with His power, more than their walls and systems could withstand? That’s my prayer - that God’s presence would be so evident in the lives of His people that their friends, neighbors, and the world could not miss the flood of Christ’s power and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 15:13 &lt;br /&gt;May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-1680778568596018895?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/1680778568596018895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/1680778568596018895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/1680778568596018895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-5572527955272349466</id><published>2010-06-15T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:25:28.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Ranch</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of Vacation Bible School. This year we are visiting the Saddle Ridge Ranch, learning about the God who has answers. It’s a good thing. I think we’ve answered about five hundred questions already this morning, and that we just from the first child who registered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme scripture is one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:5&lt;br /&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need wisdom every day, but especially the week of VBS. The first day of VBS is always a wonderful, chaotic, beautiful mixture of children enjoying new experiences to learn about Christ’s love. I’m grateful for every person who plans, paints, constructs, teaches, sings, runs, and creates to make this week possible, and especially to the God who makes it worth all the effort. We look forward to a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-5572527955272349466?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5572527955272349466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-at-ranch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5572527955272349466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5572527955272349466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-at-ranch.html' title='Life at the Ranch'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-506521079730395723</id><published>2010-05-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:32:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>My family is planning their annual reunion. Living in another state, I haven’t been able to attend for several years. This year, my sister is hosting the event at her home, so I have made arrangements to be there. I’ll see cousins, aunts, uncles and assorted relatives I haven’t seen in 15 or more years. I’m sure I will catch up on some great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the trip work, I have booked a series of flights and car rentals over a two-day period that, I fear, will make the reality show &lt;em&gt;Amazing Race&lt;/em&gt; look like &lt;em&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/em&gt;. The chances that I, my luggage, and my sanity will all arrive in the same place at the same time are somewhere just short of the miracle level.  We’ll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the one reservation I know will not be overbooked. In God’s timing, through no merit of my own, I will be reunited with some folks I haven’t seen for a number of years - and some I have never met. I’ll visit a location that no travel brochure could ever do justice. My bags are packed; my ticket is punched. One day, I’ll be in the presence of my Savior. You can’t buy a ticket. They don’t sell them on Travelocity.com - if they did, you couldn’t afford them. The price has been paid in full by the only One who could.  One day, I’ll be with Him. It’s going to be a great day. I want to do everything I can to make sure everyone has the same opportunity I’ve had, to hear the message of the Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a reunion you don’t want to miss!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-506521079730395723?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/506521079730395723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/05/reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/506521079730395723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/506521079730395723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/05/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-449781572701174795</id><published>2010-04-13T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:23:08.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idols or the Living God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In 1898 the theologian and Prime Minister of Holland Abrahm Kuyper said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The fundamental problem has always been, is still and always will be till the end, Christianity or Paganism, the idols or the living God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romans 1:25 says it this way:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"For they exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We worship a variety of things these days. Money, stature, comfort you name it. Every day we have the option to worship either God or created things. This is a battle that is waged inside of each of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What or who do you worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why not worship the Creator instead of the created?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-449781572701174795?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/449781572701174795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/04/idols-or-living-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/449781572701174795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/449781572701174795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/04/idols-or-living-god.html' title='Idols or the Living God?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8504914477944744990</id><published>2010-03-08T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:52:43.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Spring!</title><content type='html'>I love the spring.  Birds chirping, flowers blooming, sun shining, grass growing  - I love it all.  Okay, I could do without the grass growing, but I’ll even endure mowing the lawn if only to be able to walk in the sunshine again.  I think most people like this change of seasons. A few diehards have told me they like snow, but I’m not sure if I really believe them. So far, none of them have shoveled my driveway (see my last post). Snow is nice on a postcard, but I’ll take the springtime any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad God provides the change of seasons. It reminds me of the change to come. No matter how bad it gets, if you know Christ, it’s not the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:2-4 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a change of seasons I can’t wait to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8504914477944744990?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8504914477944744990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8504914477944744990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8504914477944744990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-spring.html' title='I Love Spring!'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-282109547215062774</id><published>2010-02-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:47:23.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoveling Snow</title><content type='html'>Shoveling snow from my driveway, I realized something.  It keeps coming back.  It was one of those days where it snowed three inches, stopped, snowed three inches again, stopped, then snowed another three inches on top of that.  The problem for my house is that if I left the snow on the driveway until it was all finished: a) it would be nine inches deep; and b) wherever we drove on it getting in and out of the garage, we would leave tracks of compacted snow, impossible to shovel and soon to become thin strips of ice down our driveway.  &lt;br /&gt; So I shoveled.  Then I shoveled again.  Then I shoveled again.  The process, besides reminding my how out of shape I am, also reminded me of a spiritual truth.  I need God constantly.  Not that He is going to leave me; He has promised that He would not (Matthew 19:20).  However, I need to be reminded of my constant need for Him.  Even if I wasn’t a pastor, I would still want to be a part of a local church every week.  Besides all the wonderful benefits of a church family, I receive a weekly affirmation that I need God.  I need Him to shovel the driveway of my soul - some weeks I let way too much pile up.  I need Him to prepare the way before me, to guide me, to protect me.&lt;br /&gt; And I will need Him tomorrow, too.  Even if it doesn’t snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-282109547215062774?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/282109547215062774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/02/shoveling-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/282109547215062774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/282109547215062774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/02/shoveling-snow.html' title='Shoveling Snow'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6571833321590904675</id><published>2010-01-12T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:46:36.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upward and Onward</title><content type='html'>Our Upward Basketball and Cheerleading ministry began its new season last Saturday, with teams playing their first games and cheerleaders leading the fans in their first cheers. It was a blessing - you’ve never seen basketball in its purest form until you’ve seen it played by elementary school students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reality, though, is that this was not the beginning of the Upward season. Teams have been practicing for several weeks, learning skills and teamwork to get ready for that first big game. Most organized sports are that way, teams practice for hours and hours to prepare themselves for that one moment when they get the ball and shoot the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Bible often uses sports analogies to describe the life of the believer. Paul must have been a sports fan - he has a clear understanding of the athlete’s preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 9:24-25 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be encouraged.  Live your life in Christ to the fullest this week.  Run a great race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6571833321590904675?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6571833321590904675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/01/upward-and-onward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6571833321590904675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6571833321590904675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2010/01/upward-and-onward.html' title='Upward and Onward'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6863276413500807123</id><published>2009-12-28T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:00:26.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Christmas Blues...</title><content type='html'>I'm always kind of bummed out after Christmas. You see, for months I have been looking forward to this one special day. Actually for us it is a string of special days. I look forward to opening gifts, eating great food but most of all, spending time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas everything I have been looking forward to is over. It seems a little silly to look a year ahead to the next Christmas. My birthday is in March and that will be a good time. We have vacation plans with family this summer. I've been excited about that for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like life is more fun if you have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wrote something about this in Romans 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.&lt;br /&gt; 18I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. 19The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. 20For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope 21that[i] the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.&lt;br /&gt; 22We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. 24For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? 25But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have something to look forward to! We are heirs to the Kingdom of God! Let us live with this in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6863276413500807123?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6863276413500807123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-christmas-blues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6863276413500807123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6863276413500807123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-christmas-blues.html' title='After Christmas Blues...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8329182990545108790</id><published>2009-12-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:36:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Rush</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving has come and gone, which means the line just got really long at Walmart. Actually, I only know this from TV. When crowds go shopping, I stay home. Apparently, not everyone shares my aversion to standing in the parking lot at 4 a.m. The crowds were, for yet another year, incredible as people searched for that special bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ran into the same issue as last year - the great price on that new flat screen only lasts until 5 a.m., or whenever the two TVs in stock are sold.  Two TVs; 5,000 people in the parking lot. Somebody is going home disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what is great about Christmas - the real reason we celebrate. The grace that was born that first Christmas is never out of stock. No one who has placed their faith in the Savior born that day will ever be disappointed in his love. His mercy will never wear thin or go out of style. This season, celebrate the greatest Gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 9:6-7&lt;br /&gt;6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. &lt;br /&gt;7 Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the Lord Almighty will accomplish this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8329182990545108790?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8329182990545108790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-rush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8329182990545108790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8329182990545108790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-rush.html' title='Christmas Rush'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6463447006711465749</id><published>2009-11-17T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:44:23.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of the things that gets put on the back burner so often for me is the need to stay connected with other parents/families.  Fortunately, we had a family outing activity planned the first of November that allowed members and guests the opportunity to fellowship and connect with each other.  We had a super time and spent around 4 hours enjoying the outdoors, children, and visiting with other parents.  There was lots of fun and laughter and I even had some sore muscles the next day.  One of the most enjoyable (but strenuous) activities was the boys versus the girls in tug of war (and if my memory serves me, the girls won the best 4 out of 7 tries- with a little help).  Sometimes staying connected takes some extra effort but it sure is worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please join us anytime and keep yourself connected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6463447006711465749?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6463447006711465749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/11/staying-connected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6463447006711465749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6463447006711465749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/11/staying-connected.html' title='Staying Connected'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-7776979887729033136</id><published>2009-11-10T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:19:17.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Diet</title><content type='html'>My doctor put me on a diet. Something about my cholesterol level reaching stratospheric levels.  So I have become a devout reader of ingredient labels. I am supposed to avoid high levels of saturated fat, trans fat, cholesterol and taste. So far, I’ve been successful in my quest. My levels are down to a physician pleasing number, at least until they readjust the recommendations again.&lt;br /&gt; In all, the process hasn’t been all that bad. There are only a few foods that I really miss.  Actually, only one. French fries. So far, I’ve found nothing that comes close to the taste of a french fry that doesn’t have a month’s worth of fat in each bite. That hasn’t made me stop wanting them. I feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs every time I pass by a McDonald’s. Come to think of it, I’m salivating right now.&lt;br /&gt; I have learned something, though. If I can become this enamored by a fried underground vegetable, how much more should I desire to glorify Christ? If my doctor stops hounding me, don’t stand between me and the nearest deep fryer. Why can’t I have that same longing for serving the Lord? I should. That’s my Thanksgiving prayer. As we give thanks this year for God’s blessing, with every pecan pie I pass, I’m going to remind myself of what the Savior gave up for me. Suddenly that piece of pie seems really insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 8:9 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-7776979887729033136?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/7776979887729033136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7776979887729033136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7776979887729033136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-diet.html' title='Thanksgiving Diet'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-5606756927256785161</id><published>2009-10-19T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:37:26.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>I want to send out an invitation to one and all to attend our annual Fall Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, October 25 from 5-7pm, we open the doors for a fun-filled, family friendly event.  Come join us for laser tag (grades 1-6 only), balloon art, football toss, ring-a-pop, cake walk and many, many more games for all ages.  Did I mention the candy?  Lots and lots of candy too.  Don't forget to visit the Prize Table when you get your game card filled out and take a minute to check out the display tables in the gym that are highlighting our Children's Activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-5606756927256785161?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5606756927256785161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5606756927256785161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5606756927256785161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-festival.html' title='Fall Festival'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-5642429202102997406</id><published>2009-10-12T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:21:54.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Fall is such an extraordinary season. I think National Avenue is one of the most extraordinary drives in Springfield, with beautiful old growth trees displayed in all their seasonal splendor.  According to my vast horticultural knowledge (in other words, I looked it up), the fall leaves are actually showing their true color, which is normally hidden by the green pigmentation of chlorophyll during the spring and summer.  In the fall, we get to enjoy the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows, the actual color of the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe that is a glimpse of what heaven will be like. In this world, who we are is so often hidden by the sin and shame brought on by our own rebellion against God. When we stand in the presence of God, perfected by His glorious mercy and grace, we will be able to see each other as we were created to be - beautiful handwork of the Master Craftsman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more exciting, we will see God in all His glory. As the Apostle Paul wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:12&lt;br /&gt;Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the gospel hymn, “what a day that will be.” Let the beauty of this season be a reminder of the glorious hope we have in Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-5642429202102997406?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5642429202102997406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5642429202102997406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5642429202102997406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-9116245813586934058</id><published>2009-09-21T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:22:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VBS Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My son and I had such a good time together when we attended a concert given by another local Baptist church in town.  The man who writes the music for Lifeway's VBS curriculum, Jeff Slaughter, came and performed a family-friendly concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We laughed &amp;amp; sang as we relived some of the past VBS songs like the "Wiki Wiki" song from Outrigger Island ("it isn't tricky").  Jeff involved the kids by asking them to come up on stage with him and demonstrate the motions to the songs.  As the kids performed with him I realized that it didn't matter what church they had attended for VBS, they all knew the songs and the motions and were performing them in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I thought back during the concert with Jeff to our own church's VBS Family Night where the children perform their songs in concert for their friends and family.  This year it was awesome to have all those children up on stage together singing a song titled &lt;em&gt;Because&lt;/em&gt;.  This particular song has a very compelling message that sends tears to my eyes every time I hear it!  When I recall the children standing on stage and singing with their arms outstretched, it makes me very thankful that God has gifted Jeff Slaughter with the ability to sing and create music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is even more incredible when I learned that night from Jeff that his great-grandfather was an atheist.  Jeff's mother was the first one in her family to become a Christian.  God has inspired Jeff to create music that is used in VBS, which continues to be a vital evangelistic ministry that reaches children with the love of God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God is so amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-9116245813586934058?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/9116245813586934058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/09/vbs-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/9116245813586934058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/9116245813586934058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/09/vbs-legacy.html' title='A VBS Legacy'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-5800698753643160576</id><published>2009-09-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:35:09.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Family</title><content type='html'>I answered the phone the other day and it was my cousin. I have several dozen cousins in my family, but if you’ve heard me preach about adventures with my cousin - this is the guy. It’s amazing we both survived childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now live in different states, so it was the first time I had spoken to him in several years, but it was almost like we were kids again. We caught up on each other’s families, on life in general, and a few stories from “the good ‘ol days.” It’s nice to have those folks that, even when separated by miles and years, you’re still “family.” Lasting relationships are vital in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the idea behind small groups. This week, we are starting several new small groups throughout the week meeting in various locations around the community. They will meet in homes, in meeting rooms, in apartments; they will include men, women, and students; they will all have the same purpose - to connect with God and with people. For information, see the September &lt;a href="http://campaign.constantcontact.com/render?v=001GbYN8I2KXI3OX0-wTVkSaY5ysI5qi88jF9YDckb9E_ebmDArEdUl7Mquo5LiZVNZvndCnVWPyvxT_z9Pg4cEWGICsHI0In9lEMB0AH-V1mbx4Gw2XYiNt9vaqhlB_UMSRX9C5ZMf7Q-DQ1PQs0vogjvJwjb0Azs9"&gt;newsletter&lt;/a&gt;, or call the church office at 833-4111. We will also continue to have our exciting small groups on Sunday; you probably know them as Sunday School classes! Find a small group this week and get connected to a “family of faith.” The relationships will be vital for you, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-5800698753643160576?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5800698753643160576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5800698753643160576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5800698753643160576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-family.html' title='We&apos;re Family'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-5425914053779152761</id><published>2009-09-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:35:13.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football!</title><content type='html'>I love football. I always wanted to play, but never had quite the size required to be on an organized team. Still, whenever I could get a neighborhood game together, I played. I even tried to play when I couldn’t find anyone else. I went out in the backyard and attempted to be the quarterback, fullback, wide receiver, field goal kicker, and coach. Basically, I threw the ball in the air, caught it, and ran. I made lots of touchdowns, but somehow the game just wasn’t the same. It’s much better when you have an actual team.&lt;br /&gt; Paul said the same thing about the church. Every member of the team is important. Using the imagery of the body, he describes the importance of every member working together in Christ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:16&lt;br /&gt;From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your part is important in the kingdom of God. Without you, the team just isn’t the same. Get off the bench and into the game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-5425914053779152761?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5425914053779152761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/09/football.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5425914053779152761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5425914053779152761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/09/football.html' title='Football!'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6043671490890849932</id><published>2009-08-25T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:59:47.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Access Pass</title><content type='html'>We (the youth group and I) recently went on a mission trip. We helped a family and visited veterans in St. James, we worked on a house of a family who was unchurched but because of our labor went to a local church that week in Moberly MO, we then helped clean up a church and a community center in Pittsburg Mo. The last day of the trip we went to Worlds of Fun in Kansas City where they were hosting a Christian music festival with a variety of great preaching and musical acts including Third Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking about how great it would be if I were able to acquire all access passes for our youth group so we could go back stage and talk with those in the bands and the preachers. These are famous people and our students would enjoy the opportunity to meet with them and get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have an all access pass to go back stage in the greatest story ever. You see, your Bible allows you a great deal of access into the thoughts and motives of God. Want to get to know the Creator of the Universe? Want to gain wisdom? Want to become the person God created you to be? It all starts with reading your Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you study your Bible?&lt;br /&gt;When do you study your Bible?&lt;br /&gt;Any insights that may help others dig into the Word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6043671490890849932?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6043671490890849932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-access-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6043671490890849932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6043671490890849932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-access-pass.html' title='All Access Pass'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-9021670833256879600</id><published>2009-08-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:54:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids On a Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are having a great time with our Kids On a Mission group this summer.  We have been meeting every other Sunday evening from 6-7pm with the 1st-5th graders and have been doing various mission activities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most recently, we weeded a garden for an elderly lady.  All the kids jumped right in and pulled weeds, raked, and then bagged the weeds.  The kids really surprised me at how hard they worked.  We only had about 40 minutes to work on our task but they attacked those weeds with a vengeance and we were pleased with the finished product.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Normally I despise pulling weeds as my own flower beds are testimony to, but the time flew by and the task which I often avoided was completed.  It was actually quite enjoyable and we found ourselves visiting, joking and encouraging each other during the process.  When our time was up, we all were dirty, bug bit and sweaty but each of us had a smile on our faces.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm so glad for those of you that have been joining us and for those of you that haven't yet, there is plenty more activities to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-9021670833256879600?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/9021670833256879600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-on-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/9021670833256879600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/9021670833256879600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-on-mission.html' title='Kids On a Mission'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-2782865157563698392</id><published>2009-08-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:33:42.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>I remember Mrs. Edler. She was my first grade teacher, for my first experience in public school. I was a kindergarten dropout - but that’s a completely different story. I remember the fear and anxiety of that first day of school. Actually, as I recall, my mother literally dragged me screaming down the sidewalk to the classroom. The screaming worked for kindergarten, but apparently wasn’t going to work in the first grade. My mother was going to make sure I attended school even if she had to attend it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anxiety was totally unfounded. Mrs. Edler opened my eyes to a whole new world of words and arithmetic. Who knew Jane and Dick could run so gracefully across the page, or that one plus one always equals two - every time. That first grade experience opened the doors of learning and opportunity - and we had recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me in praying for our teachers and administrators in school systems across America. They deserve our thanks and need our prayer support in this important endeavor. Remember, that screaming kid in the third row may be your pastor twenty years from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-2782865157563698392?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/2782865157563698392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2782865157563698392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/2782865157563698392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-98767060793370449</id><published>2009-07-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:09:38.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Party NHBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:EUGrVQGtu6MBGM:http://www.anonymousspace.com/albums/userpics/112625/HappyBirthdayCandles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 139px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:EUGrVQGtu6MBGM:http://www.anonymousspace.com/albums/userpics/112625/HappyBirthdayCandles2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sure was fun celebrating our church's birthday with you yesterday. I loved hearing about our history and the legacy of faith that has been a common thread in the life of our church. I was tickled pink to hear church members reminisce about the influence of members and leaders from our church's past and look forward together to a bright and fruitful future. To top it off, it was great to share a meal with the people I have learned to love so much at NHBC (what a spread!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what God has in store for us in the years to come. I trust that we will continue to look for ways to love God, love people and grow together. I look forward to celebrating the next birthday with you (and digging in to another feast!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-98767060793370449?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/98767060793370449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-party-nhbc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/98767060793370449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/98767060793370449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-party-nhbc.html' title='Great Party NHBC'/><author><name>erindavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322633410699765973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKPOkoOBWf8/Sa7IJnw2KmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4cMEH5OklyE/S220/croppedmug+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-4799406186242310784</id><published>2009-07-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:30:31.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted</title><content type='html'>Okay-I have a confession...I don't really like using the computer.  My daughter calls me a computer "nay-sayer".  I realize that this kind of admission can open me up to all kinds of criticism , but using the computer is just &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my aversion to the computer, I am not one to want to search out information for myself , so I am asking for your help.  The Preschool &amp;amp; Children's Department at our church has been issuing a Parent's Newsletter for a couple of years and we recently changed our format on our E-Newsletter.  I would like to know if you have discovered any websites that would provide great information &amp;amp; resources for parents that I can share in our church newsletter?  Topics could be anything, so make it happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "thanks" from one computer "nay-sayer"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-4799406186242310784?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/4799406186242310784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4799406186242310784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4799406186242310784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-7858715212571928781</id><published>2009-06-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:27:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>My dog doesn’t like fireworks, making the Fourth of July a bit of a problem. Actually, it’s not the fireworks that are the problem, it’s the noise that fireworks make. Thunder does the same thing. She is normally a fairly sedentary dog, spending the majority of her day asleep, or laying on the porch watching the world go by. The noise of a firecracker (or thunder, or a car backfiring) unleashes her inner Hulk. She runs around the yard barking, jumping on the fence, and generally doing her impersonation of Old Yeller at the end of the movie. I have to assure our neighbors that Billy doesn’t need to get his rifle; my dog has all her shots; it’s not rabies, she just has a noise phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid she will never quite understand the celebration of the Fourth of July. That’s because I, unfortunately, do not speak "dog." If I could, I could explain to her that the neighbors are only celebrating our nation’s independence, and it will all be over by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling some folks are like that when it comes to Christ. They don’t understand what all the celebration is about, in fact, they don’t see the celebration at all. The good news is, we do speak "people." I pray daily to find more effective ways to let the world know why we celebrate, and what we celebrate in Christ. This week, celebrate Jesus, and tell someone why you did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-7858715212571928781?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/7858715212571928781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/06/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7858715212571928781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7858715212571928781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/06/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3340976254236738873</id><published>2009-06-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:33:48.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies!</title><content type='html'>Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling, the answer is yes. If you're like me, when it comes to blogs, you're a lurker. You're happy to read the latest update but you don't want to be the first to leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you, this whole blog thing may be very new. Others of you may veterans of the blogosphere, but you're just not sure anyone else is really plugged in to this particular site. You're afraid you'll leave a comment and then...nothing...nada...crickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is a great place to expand the community of National Heights Baptist Church. And it was never intended to be a one-way conversation. We want to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, someone has got to go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I'm wiling to offer you a bribe. I'm giving away three of the books from my summer reading list &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; three $5 gift cards for Big Momma's Coffeehouse to the first three folks willing to comment on this post. My theory is that once a few people dip their toe in the blog water and leave a comment, others will be emboldened to take the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you can win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:MPk16pgJ_3RjbM:http://usclife.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/crazylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 122px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:MPk16pgJ_3RjbM:http://usclife.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/crazylove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to comment gets a copy of "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan. It's a great little book about God's crazy love for us. I'm about halfway through it and am really digging it. I am sure you'll love it too. You'll also get a $5 gift card for Big Mommas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:QiaY57SzGax23M:http://mytwocents.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/dont-waste-your-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 129px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:QiaY57SzGax23M:http://mytwocents.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/dont-waste-your-life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person to leave a comment gets a copy of "Don't Waste Your Life" by John Piper. I've been meaning to read this one for months. I hear it's a real kick ya in the pants, get you off the couch, motivate you to do something with your life kind of read. Just what I need in these lazy summer days. You can read it at Big Mommas while sipping on free coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:eRfUCmdFztYFjM:https://www.inspire4less.com/productimages/9780802445858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:eRfUCmdFztYFjM:https://www.inspire4less.com/productimages/9780802445858.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun, the third person to comment gets a copy of my book: "Graffiti: Learning to See the Art in Ourselves." I bet I can even get the author to sign it. I may even join you at Big Mommas for a free cup of joe (my favorite is the sweet momma sip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, leave us a comment and reap the rewards. You can tell us what's on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; summer reading list, let others know about a ministry opportunity at NHBC, or just say hello to your church staff or fellow church members (they're lurking here too!). Others are waiting to follow your lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready. Set. Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3340976254236738873?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3340976254236738873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/06/freebies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3340976254236738873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3340976254236738873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/06/freebies.html' title='Freebies!'/><author><name>erindavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322633410699765973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKPOkoOBWf8/Sa7IJnw2KmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4cMEH5OklyE/S220/croppedmug+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6708880727855427572</id><published>2009-06-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:23:17.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G'day Mate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On an ordinary day, NHBC is located at 3050 N. National in Springfield. Just an hour ago, I left my office and stepped into the Australian Outback. I walked into the Worship Station, a train depot complete with locomotive and giant kangaroo, and watched as the first day of Vacation Bible School began. We climbed aboard the Boomerang Express and learned how Jesus is Lord over All Things. VBS provides one of the most exciting weeks in the year. In the midst of exciting decorations, fun music and recreation, and great snacks, wonderful teachers and workers present the timeless story of Jesus. Join me in praying this week for every child, teacher, worker and family who is a part of our Vacation Bible School as we learn how It All Comes Back to Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6708880727855427572?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6708880727855427572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/06/gday-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6708880727855427572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6708880727855427572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/06/gday-mate.html' title='G&apos;day Mate!'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-368766361613217666</id><published>2009-05-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:52:54.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As I was getting ready for work, I noticed the rubber "Pay It Forward" bracelet that was sitting in my ring holder.  It's been there since my son gave it to me several weeks ago.  He rushed in one evening when he heard me putting up the dishes from the dishwasher and  helped me put them away.   He took off the bracelet from his wrist and gave it to me and told me that I needed to do one kind act that I wouldn't normally do or get a reward for, and then I would need to pass on the bracelet to the person that I did the kind act for and encourage them to do the same.  He said that he had been challenged at school to participate and now it was up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;While I think it's good that my son's school is promoting doing kind acts, the message really isn't a new one.  Jesus shared a message of caring for others and today we are still called to give of ourselves.  So why has it been so difficult for me to complete my turn...I would like for it to be a natural response rather than something I plan.  Matthew 25:34-40 reminds me to show kindness-"pay it forward" so to speak, but not just because someone has done a kind act for me or because of what a bracelet says.  I'm called to kindness &amp;amp; love because I love my Lord and my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?  When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?  When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?  The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; This situation has challenged me to pray that this become a natural response in my life and that I'm willing to show kindness to everyone (even when it might inconvenience me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-368766361613217666?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/368766361613217666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/pay-it-forward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/368766361613217666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/368766361613217666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-4848486146470245543</id><published>2009-05-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:18:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on seeds...</title><content type='html'>As I work in the garden I've been thinking about seeds. The cool thing about seeds is that just one little seed can be responsible for a plant and eventually a whole bunch of seeds and fruit. Planting one seed will produce untold amounts of good food for many people. Jesus said that the Kingdom of Heaven is like this, one seed produces a lot of fruit. He also said that the Kingdom of Heaven was like seed that was sown on different types of soil. My prayer is that you are a seed that landed on fertile soil and that you are producing a lot of fruit for the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-4848486146470245543?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/4848486146470245543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-seeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4848486146470245543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/4848486146470245543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-seeds.html' title='Thoughts on seeds...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-462278538983563545</id><published>2009-05-11T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:30:15.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>This week, thousands of students across the country will shake the hands of thousands of school administrators across the nation, receiving the "ol’ sheepskin." Moms and Dads will shed a tear, graduates will throw strange cardboard caps in the air, and everyone will cheer. Graduation marks a milestone in life. A thousand commencement speakers in a thousand auditoriums will remind these former students "this is not the end, it’s the beginning." How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad that when we follow Christ, we never graduate from serving the Lord. We make transitions to different areas of service. We find new opportunities and avenues of ministry. We see new and exciting victories. The scripture describes it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Corinthians 15:58)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we are called home to heaven, we don’t stop serving the Lord. We begin an eternity in His presence. Think of the possibilities! I’ll bet that’s really a great graduation celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those finishing your education, earning a degree, or simply waking up this morning - this is not the end, it’s the beginning. Make it a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-462278538983563545?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/462278538983563545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/462278538983563545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/462278538983563545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-5188378787643016151</id><published>2009-04-27T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:10:09.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to have dirty fingernails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2725/73/56/1135016552/n1135016552_30279375_1821552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2725/73/56/1135016552/n1135016552_30279375_1821552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's dirt under my fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And under my toenails. And in my ears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've had a shower today. But I can't seem to scrub enough to get rid of all of the dirt. That's because I spent most of the day hoeing, and raking, and planting at the church garden. It was hard work. It was also one of the best Saturdays I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something invigorating about digging in the soil. There is something wonderful and exciting about planting tiny seeds knowing that they will soon be big, green plants laden with yummy crops (fingers crossed). And there is something sweet about working alongside members of our church family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2725/73/56/1135016552/n1135016552_30285561_2292310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2725/73/56/1135016552/n1135016552_30285561_2292310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that's my favorite part of the church garden. I love getting to know folks that I don't normally run into in service or Sunday school. We talk about vegetables. We talk about the weather. We talk about ministry. And we look forward to a shared harvest. It's what community gardens are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a way to get plugged in at NHBC, we'd love to have you work alongside us. You'll get all the fresh veggies you can pick and we'll get the pleasure of getting to know you better. That is, if you don't mind a little dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-5188378787643016151?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5188378787643016151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-to-have-dirty-fingernails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5188378787643016151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/5188378787643016151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-to-have-dirty-fingernails.html' title='Happy to have dirty fingernails'/><author><name>erindavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322633410699765973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKPOkoOBWf8/Sa7IJnw2KmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4cMEH5OklyE/S220/croppedmug+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-340062364428695687</id><published>2009-04-20T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:24:51.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Time of Year</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not for the reasons that you're thinking about-like the beauty of Springtime; warmer weather; baseball games; cook-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;out's&lt;/span&gt;; bike rides, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has finally arrived to prepare for my most favorite ministry of the year!  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; Kick-off volunteer meeting was April 19 (yesterday) and we are looking forward to the week long event that is scheduled for June 8-12 from 9am-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make plans for your children (ages 4 years old-6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade) to join us for this awesome week!  We have a blast:  games; Bible-learning centers; high-energy Worship Rally; craft work; music class and a time to be with friends while learning Bible truths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Heights web page has all the information and a way for you to register your children on-line for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; train ride-&lt;em&gt;Boomerang Express &lt;/em&gt;where &lt;em&gt;It All Comes Back to Jesus!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                   God loved us and sent His only Son, Jesus. 1John 4:9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-340062364428695687?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/340062364428695687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/340062364428695687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/340062364428695687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-time-of-year.html' title='My Favorite Time of Year'/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8900316423977318814</id><published>2009-04-13T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:16:56.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church-Wide Community Garden</title><content type='html'>The church-wide community garden is coming along. After weeks of preparing the soil and picking up oodles of rocks, we have planted a couple of rows of onions and four rows of cabbage. I wanted to plant carrots and radishes last week but the weather didn't cooperate. Perhaps this week will go better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had two tillers donated. One still needs a little work but the other should be running with no problem as soon as I am able to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have scheduled another work day and I hope we have good weather for it. It will be on April 26th from 10 am to 12 noon. We will meet up by the garden behind the bus barn and talk a little and work a little. Perhaps we will be able to get everything in the ground that needs to be planted right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been a part of the community garden and would like to, we would love to have you. Come by the meeting or talk with me to get more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great opportunity to do ministry by working to take care of each other and meet the needs of those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is raining on the 26th we will still meet but in the youth room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8900316423977318814?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8900316423977318814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/church-wide-community-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8900316423977318814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8900316423977318814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/church-wide-community-garden.html' title='The Church-Wide Community Garden'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-1863018810494072454</id><published>2009-04-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:40:20.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Holiday</title><content type='html'>I always look forward to holidays. I suppose it goes back to my days in elementary school when we saw those golden words on the board - school holiday next week. I, along with every other student (and, I suspect, most of the teachers and administration), looked forward to time away from the work of school. The end of the holiday, however, brought a sense of resignation - back to the old grind. I always wished we could find a way to have a permanent holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter makes for an exciting holiday. Families gather, attending worship services around the world, celebrating the Resurrection. Churches overflow with young and old hearing the exiting news "He Is Risen." (Mark 16:6). Every year, I think to myself, "Why can’t we have Easter every week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember - we do! Every Sunday when believers gather to worship, it is a celebration of the Risen Savior. That is the nature of the eternal life Jesus provides - it never ends! Join me in making every day a holiday. Celebrate the fact that "He Is Risen, Indeed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-1863018810494072454?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/1863018810494072454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/permanent-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/1863018810494072454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/1863018810494072454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/permanent-holiday.html' title='Permanent Holiday'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-9011470935189460936</id><published>2009-03-30T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:48:04.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>Palm Sunday has always been something of a mystery to me. The day commemorates what is often called the "Triumphal Entry" where Jesus entered Jerusalem to the welcoming accolades of the crowd - the same crowd that, just a few days later, would be calling for his crucifixion. What happened? What caused this extraordinary reversal in their opinion of Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wonder long enough to look at my own life and realize I’ve done exactly the same thing every time I know what Jesus wants me to do and then I do the exact opposite. When I take time to think about it, I am reminded of the truth of Romans 3:23 - All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. I sure have and I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the extraordinary message of the Passion Week of Christ. Jesus came into Jerusalem that day in full knowledge that the crowd laying palm branches at his feet would soon be hammering nails in his hand. He came knowing that I would call him Lord and still repeatedly fail him. He came anyway. He came to die for them, and for me, and for you, to meet an unpayable debt for all of us (Romans 6:23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he rose again! That is why we worship him. Join us at NHBC for unforgettable celebrations of Jesus’ Resurrection Sunday evening, April 5, at 6:00 p.m. for the musical presentation of Look to the Lamb and Sunday morning, April 12, in all our morning worship services for special Easter celebrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-9011470935189460936?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/9011470935189460936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/palm-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/9011470935189460936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/9011470935189460936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/palm-sunday.html' title='Palm Sunday'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-7233721181447907796</id><published>2009-03-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:34:45.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Take Our 30 Day Challenge?</title><content type='html'>Have you read your Bible today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to jump out at you with such a personal question. I guess I could have started with something lighter like the weather or your plans for the weekend, but I only have a moment of your attention, and honestly, I can't think if anything more important to discuss than the amount of time you are spending reading God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is so much more than just a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:12 says, " For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any doubled-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordinary book! It a living book. It is the very word of our great God. What's more, it is our lifeline to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I have to be honest and tell you that I don't read the Bible as faithfully as I'd like to. In fact, there are days, and weeks when I don't open my Bible at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've recently made the commitment to read my Bible every day for at least 30 days. And I'm not the only one. Many  of the students and adults involved in the Volume student youth group are smack dab in the middle of a commitment to read our Bible's every day for 30 days. Together we are learning to love and serve God better simply by reading His Word faithfully. You can read the testimonies of many of the challenge participants on our youth group blog &lt;a href="http://www.volumestudents.com/"&gt;www.volumestudents.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to join us. I want you to know God better simply by reading His Word more often. I want you to connect to this living and active book in ways you never have before.Will you? Will you take our 30 day challenge? Will you commit to read your Bible, even if it's just a passage or two, every day for the next 30 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear how God uses your commitment to draw you closer to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-7233721181447907796?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/7233721181447907796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you-take-our-30-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7233721181447907796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/7233721181447907796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you-take-our-30-day-challenge.html' title='Will You Take Our 30 Day Challenge?'/><author><name>erindavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322633410699765973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKPOkoOBWf8/Sa7IJnw2KmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4cMEH5OklyE/S220/croppedmug+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3425077387608518983</id><published>2009-03-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:33:36.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Grandparent&apos;s Grace'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my favorite places to visit growing up was my grandma’s house. We happened to live right next door and so I was a frequent visitor. I never doubted at any time that I would not be welcome in that home. It didn’t matter what she was doing when I came to visit, she would stop and spend time with me. We had many a lengthy visit on her back porch as we both sat in the swing and sipped on a drink. On more than one occasion I would pour out my woes and confessions to her. She always made me feel important and safe and would never condemn me. It was a blessing and comfort during my growing up years to know that not only did my home provide a safe place to land, but so did my grandparent’s house. Even though she passed away in Sept. 2007 and the visits with her have ceased, it’s so vivid in my memories that I can still smell the aroma from her kitchen and hear her voice inviting me in when I knock on her back door. I’m very thankful for the time she spent with me and have been fortunate to see my own parents spend time with my children and pass on the special bond that only a grandparent can give to a grandchild. As an adult while attending a parenting class at church I heard the speaker say that “parents are the law-givers in a child’s life and grandparents are the grace-givers.” This kind of grace is a rare &amp;amp; precious thing among people and yet we have always had it offered to us by a loving God. The Bible says in Ephesians 2:4-5, “But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions-it is by grace you have been saved.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3425077387608518983?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3425077387608518983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-my-favorite-places-to-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3425077387608518983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3425077387608518983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-my-favorite-places-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Keri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07558972095651608673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-8235618215188944786</id><published>2009-03-09T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:13:57.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daylight-saving time'/><title type='text'>Where's My Hour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daylight-saving time started Sunday. Ugh! I’ve heard that Benjamin Franklin had a hand in establishing that event. He must have gotten a little more jolt from that kite-key-lightning experience than was realized. Why else would any sane person pass a law to lose an hour of sleep? The truth is, we don’t lose an hour. The earth rotated in the same twenty-four hours Sunday that it did every day last week. Actually, according to the helpful people at WikiAnswers.com, the earth completes one rotation every 23 hours, 56 minutes, and 4.091 seconds, which means every year we lose roughly a day, rotation-wise. If that’s right, I’m short 1152 hours (quick - grab the calculator to find out how old this geezer is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, measuring how much time we have is not nearly as important as how we use the time we have. That’s why the scripture encourages us: &lt;em&gt;Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 5:15-16 NIV). I don’t know how many days God will give me, but I do know I will only have this day once. I better make it count. The best way I can spend my time is to give glory to the One who created the days (and evenings, and mornings). So let’s get to it, or, as John Wayne told the Cowboys, "we’re burnin’ daylight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-8235618215188944786?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8235618215188944786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-my-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8235618215188944786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/8235618215188944786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-my-hour.html' title='Where&apos;s My Hour?'/><author><name>Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124851644113772525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-3458461342770849095</id><published>2009-02-27T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:45:30.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started...</title><content type='html'>Getting Started...&lt;br /&gt;The hardest step of any journey is the first one. This new National Heights blog is no different. The most important part of a first step is the direction it is pointed in. So my first National Heights blog will start with this question. Where do you want to go? Help get us pointed in the right direction. What would you like to talk about here? Post some topics, opinions, questions or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to hearing where you would like this blog to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-3458461342770849095?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3458461342770849095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3458461342770849095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/3458461342770849095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771398894720693070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990846318295742869.post-6667903260815284333</id><published>2009-02-19T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:32:27.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the NHBC Blog!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for stopping by our new blog. We will have regular postings, along with semi-periodic musings and information from some of our staff and members. We're excited about communicating the Good News of Christ with you and with our world. Stop by and see what God is doing at NHBC. Don't forget to visit us at our web site: &lt;a href="http://www.nationalheights.org/"&gt;http://www.nationalheights.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990846318295742869-6667903260815284333?l=nationalheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6667903260815284333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-nhbc-blog_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6667903260815284333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990846318295742869/posts/default/6667903260815284333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nationalheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-nhbc-blog_19.html' title='Welcome to the NHBC Blog!'/><author><name>NHBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700490467520359822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
