<?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-8193811</id><updated>2011-09-30T13:54:34.846-05:00</updated><category term='tags'/><title type='text'>49.6</title><subtitle type='html'>Commited to being dissatisfied with the way things are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-8233084399290632472</id><published>2011-01-01T23:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:44:23.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>There is something exciting about starting a new year. It can feel fresh. Today is an especially fresh day: 1/1/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Reigns&lt;br /&gt;by the Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the song of the redeemed&lt;br /&gt;Rising from the African plain&lt;br /&gt;It's the song of the forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Drowning out the Amazon rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song of Asian believers&lt;br /&gt;Filled with God's holy fire&lt;br /&gt;It's every tribe, every tongue, every nation&lt;br /&gt;A love song born of a grateful choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all God's children singin'&lt;br /&gt;Glory, Glory, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;He reigns, He reigns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-8233084399290632472?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8233084399290632472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=8233084399290632472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8233084399290632472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8233084399290632472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-9000021694987420437</id><published>2010-12-18T15:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:04:13.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The quiet Christmas night</title><content type='html'>It is a rare night. All the kids gone, Denise shopping, and I am listening to Christmas music at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Song&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father up above, why in all this anger do you fill&lt;br /&gt;Me up with love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Decharles%20St,Tyler,United%20States%4032.313374%2C-95.283568&amp;z=10'&gt;Decharles St,Tyler,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-9000021694987420437?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-7929895279711291603</id><published>2010-11-04T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:36:03.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McGurk Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ypd5txtGdGw" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;Patterns&lt;br /&gt;Devo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the ability to see the effect of patterns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patterns all around you, patterns everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Patterns of behavior, sometimes seem unfair&lt;br /&gt;Can you recognize the patterns that you find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patterns unfamiliar, patterns lead you through&lt;br /&gt;To patterns of discovery tracing out the clues&lt;br /&gt;Can you recognize the patterns that you find?&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this land where stability is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You can rearrange the patterns so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking why a pattern never cries&lt;br /&gt;Old patterns never die, they just go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patterns multiplying, re-direct our view&lt;br /&gt;Endless variations make it all seem new&lt;br /&gt;Can you recognize the patterns that you find?&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this land where stability is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You can rearrange the patterns so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking why a pattern never cries&lt;br /&gt;Old patterns never die, they just go on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-7929895279711291603?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ypd5txtGdGw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-5445750856606812191</id><published>2010-09-05T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:46:45.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Freak</title><content type='html'>Noah has not been a huge music lover. His most common response to my music is, "Can you turn it down!" If it was not funny enough having the son tell the father to turn it down, now the tables have turned. Noah now has an ipod touch. He made a good deal with one of the HS students who bought a new mac. After he got his "Adventures in Odyssey" put on the ipod he wanted me to add a few songs. The one he has been listening to? The one he has been singing, with earbuds in, at the top of his lungs....Jesus Freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when he says, "What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak? What will people do when they find that's it's true?" Well this dad can only smile...and think, "It is about time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Freak&lt;br /&gt;DC Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Noah and all the first time Jesus freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What will people think &lt;br /&gt;When they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak? &lt;br /&gt;What will people do &lt;br /&gt;When they find that's it's true?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated, I cut myself clean &lt;br /&gt;From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams &lt;br /&gt;Been apprehended by a spiritual force &lt;br /&gt;And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly &lt;br /&gt;It wiggled around like marmalade jelly &lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to catch what it said &lt;br /&gt;Cause I had to match the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;Of his belly with my head &lt;br /&gt;'Jesus Saves' is what it raved in a typical tattoo green &lt;br /&gt;He stood on a box in the middle of the city &lt;br /&gt;And claimed he had a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;What will people think &lt;br /&gt;When they hear that I'm a Jesus freak &lt;br /&gt;What will people do when they find that it's true &lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no disguising the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamikaze, my death is gain &lt;br /&gt;I've been marked by my Maker &lt;br /&gt;A peculiar display &lt;br /&gt;The high and lofty, they see me as weak &lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man from the desert with naps in his head &lt;br /&gt;The sand that he walked was also his bed &lt;br /&gt;The words that he spoke made the people assume &lt;br /&gt;There wasn't too much left in the upper room &lt;br /&gt;With skins on his back and hair on his face &lt;br /&gt;They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate &lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak &lt;br /&gt;Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger &lt;br /&gt;That my best friend was born in a manger &lt;br /&gt;People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger &lt;br /&gt;That my best friend was born in a manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will people think &lt;br /&gt;[What will people think] &lt;br /&gt;What will people do &lt;br /&gt;[What will people do] &lt;br /&gt;I don't really care &lt;br /&gt;[What else can I say] &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no disguising the truth &lt;br /&gt;[Jesus is the way][What will people think &lt;br /&gt;When they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak? &lt;br /&gt;What will people do &lt;br /&gt;When they find that's it's true?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated, I cut myself clean &lt;br /&gt;From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams &lt;br /&gt;Been apprehended by a spiritual force &lt;br /&gt;And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly &lt;br /&gt;It wiggled around like marmalade jelly &lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to catch what it said &lt;br /&gt;Cause I had to match the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;Of his belly with my head &lt;br /&gt;'Jesus Saves' is what it raved in a typical tattoo green &lt;br /&gt;He stood on a box in the middle of the city &lt;br /&gt;And claimed he had a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;What will people think &lt;br /&gt;When they hear that I'm a Jesus freak &lt;br /&gt;What will people do when they find that it's true &lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no disguising the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamikaze, my death is gain &lt;br /&gt;I've been marked by my Maker &lt;br /&gt;A peculiar display &lt;br /&gt;The high and lofty, they see me as weak &lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man from the desert with naps in his head &lt;br /&gt;The sand that he walked was also his bed &lt;br /&gt;The words that he spoke made the people assume &lt;br /&gt;There wasn't too much left in the upper room &lt;br /&gt;With skins on his back and hair on his face &lt;br /&gt;They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate &lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak &lt;br /&gt;Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger &lt;br /&gt;That my best friend was born in a manger &lt;br /&gt;People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger &lt;br /&gt;That my best friend was born in a manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will people think &lt;br /&gt;[What will people think] &lt;br /&gt;What will people do &lt;br /&gt;[What will people do] &lt;br /&gt;I don't really care &lt;br /&gt;[What else can I say] &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no disguising the truth &lt;br /&gt;[Jesus is the way]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-5445750856606812191?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5445750856606812191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=5445750856606812191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5445750856606812191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5445750856606812191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2010/09/jesus-freak.html' title='Jesus Freak'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1077228680756282166</id><published>2010-08-31T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:35:16.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cup</title><content type='html'>It had never happened before. As I picked up a communion cup, from the tray filled with small cups, I realized the cup I had chosen was empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am part of fellowship that practices weekly communion. I have been a Christian 40 years. In over 2000 times of taking the cup it had never been an empty one. It made me smile. I could smile because I know that though there might be an empty cup  there is also an empty tomb. Because of the empty tomb, I know that the cup of His spirit will always be full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that from an empty cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' Blood&lt;br /&gt;Delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to everyone who desires the discipleship of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a secret I must tell&lt;br /&gt;Of all the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;And it's hidden in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The day you tore my world apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, King forever, friend and Saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood never fails me,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood never fails me,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood, Jesus' blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this secret, it will run&lt;br /&gt;To the corners of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Where every woman, every son&lt;br /&gt;Will carry high their chains undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, King forever, friend and Saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood never fails me,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood never fails me,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood never fails me,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood, Jesus' blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing your songs of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Praise the God of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Love that never fails me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' blood, Jesus' blood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1077228680756282166?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1077228680756282166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1077228680756282166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1077228680756282166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1077228680756282166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/cup.html' title='The Cup'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-4536038865086981343</id><published>2010-08-28T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:59:46.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AARP</title><content type='html'>Since I have recently turned 50, I have been invited to join AARP. I am looking at 20 or more years of working, so why would I think I fit in a association of retired people. I think AARP should rename itself: AAOP. The American Association of Old People. Even though I do not think I fit in that group either, there are those people who think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older &lt;br /&gt;They Might be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to evryone 50 and older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're older than you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're older than you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're older still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME! Is marching on.&lt;br /&gt;And time.. is still marching on.&lt;br /&gt;This day will soon be at an end and now it's even sooner.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's even sooner.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's even sooner.&lt;br /&gt;This day will soon be at an end and now it's even sooner.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's even sooner.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's sooner still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're older than you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're older than you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're even older.&lt;br /&gt;And now you're older still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-4536038865086981343?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4536038865086981343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=4536038865086981343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/4536038865086981343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/4536038865086981343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/aarp.html' title='AARP'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1081468105573833935</id><published>2010-08-27T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:19:39.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Seeds</title><content type='html'>Many people are trying to recreate a past time. "If only it could be that way again!" If we could only ...!" The problem is the past is never as good as we remember it to be and the present is not as fragile as it appears to be. Our fears cloud our sight. We allow this process to cause us search for something that never was and keep us from what could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live with hope. I want to shatter the darkness. I want to watch for what God will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thistle &amp; Weeds&lt;br /&gt;Mumford &amp; Sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all the Shiloh college freshmen (and freshwomen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the wind and the rain you left me&lt;br /&gt;It's getting dark darling, too dark to see&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown&lt;br /&gt;I know you have felt much more love than you've shown&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But plant your hope with good seeds&lt;br /&gt;Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Look over your hills and be still&lt;br /&gt;The sky above us shoots to kill&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold on&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones&lt;br /&gt;Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves&lt;br /&gt;But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But plant your hope with good seeds&lt;br /&gt;Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1081468105573833935?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1081468105573833935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1081468105573833935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1081468105573833935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1081468105573833935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-seeds.html' title='Good Seeds'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-9219219967760596676</id><published>2010-08-12T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:42:02.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>It is the night before we take my fourth child to college. I am full of mixed emotions: joy, pride, sadness, excitement. One emotion that is absent is fear. My we always live with out fear to what is to come. My we always know the peace that comes from God as we move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to #4 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Hands of God&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have raised our hopes and our cities high&lt;br /&gt;We have followed fragile dreams&lt;br /&gt;But only One could take the measure of our goals&lt;br /&gt;And we've stumbled over the trials of life&lt;br /&gt;And we've wrestled the unseen&lt;br /&gt;But only One can calm the storm inside our souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of God we will fall&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the restless, and the weary&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the sinner&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of God we stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Hands that are mighty to deliver&lt;br /&gt;Giving us freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our strength gave way to the weight of guilt&lt;br /&gt;'Til we strained for every breath&lt;br /&gt;Only One could lift our shame and make us well&lt;br /&gt;And when all is finished and we face&lt;br /&gt;The fearsome power of death&lt;br /&gt;Only One has overcome the gates of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're amazing&lt;br /&gt;You're amazing, You are&lt;br /&gt;And we praise You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;For what Your hands have done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-9219219967760596676?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/9219219967760596676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=9219219967760596676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/9219219967760596676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/9219219967760596676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-231570255650928729</id><published>2010-01-02T23:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:27:35.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days Are Like That...</title><content type='html'>The following video depicts what my life is like some days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8qp3whnsDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8qp3whnsDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some things are not as easy, rewarding, or satisfying as we think they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-231570255650928729?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/231570255650928729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=231570255650928729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/231570255650928729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/231570255650928729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-days-are-like-that.html' title='Some Days Are Like That...'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2094391481790675761</id><published>2009-12-25T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:14:01.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>We plan and plan for special days. We think in getting the details the way we think they ought to be that everything will be better. Then the craziness begins. The plan and reality do not cooperate. What do we really think we control? What else do we need but to be safe in the hands of God. When we come to understand His safety and protection, we can actually enjoy the craziness all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the highlights from Christmas Eve 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walmart had no pumpkin, but Super Mercado Monterrey did. Super Mercado Monterrey had no manzana but Walmart did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a prescription filled at Walgreens in 5 minutes (is that possible?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A call from Peru to ask about a recipe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Videos made in the snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grilling fajitas in the snow (well maybe more drizzle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempted enforcement of traditions by the youngest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Electricity going out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All but one of the online purchase being delivered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only tracking Santa, but also Caleb as a 4.5 hour trip turned into 12 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children asking to sleep late on Christmas morning (except for one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is better living to be watching for the unexpected than expecting the living to follow our plan. May you enjoy a life of watching God do more than you can explain or imagine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hark! the Herald Angels Sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weezer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dedicated to my kids (thanks for giving me the joy of being your father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hark the herald angels sing&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to the newborn King!&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth and mercy mild&lt;br /&gt;God and sinners reconciled"&lt;br /&gt;Joyful, all ye nations rise&lt;br /&gt;Join the triumph of the skies&lt;br /&gt;With the angelic host proclaim:&lt;br /&gt;"Christ is born in Bethlehem"&lt;br /&gt;Hark! The herald angels sing&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to the newborn King!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2094391481790675761?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2094391481790675761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2094391481790675761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2094391481790675761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2094391481790675761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-christmas-eve.html' title='Crazy Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2344612935351516901</id><published>2009-12-21T15:22:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:03:43.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Like</title><content type='html'>Greg McKenzie wrote the following recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that love is a verb, not a feeling. It's something we do, a choice we make. That's an important thing to understand if you plan to love your enemy, or even just your neighbor. This jives well with the other proverb I've heard. I don't have to like you, I just have to love you. I guess that liking in that scenario is the feeling and love is the doing. The point is, we must choose to act in love even in the absence of positive feelings toward others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, though, if the real force of Christian teaching isn't undermined by the idea of loving without liking. Looking at myself, suspicion arises when the enormous feeling of relief follows the realization. I can still despise you? Loath you? All I have to do is take the moral high road and treat you nice? Whew, that was a close one. Now, I'll admit, treating an enemy with love is no small thing. But somehow it's not as hard if I don't have to stop feeling disgust, scorn, resentment or animosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is the sense of Jesus' comparison of murder with anger, insult, and contempt. Maybe it's not so easy to compartmentalize emotion and action. Maybe like is a verb too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great thoughts. Here is what I added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think like follows love. That is why love is first. Often I will not love someone if I have to like them first. When I truly love, I then come to like the person that fear, prejudice and ignorance once prevented me from liking. As I grow in Christ I desire to have a smaller gap between loving and liking. Someday I may even approach being like Jesus in the ability to love and like at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find someone more likable today. See them as Jesus sees them. Live for Him, show the world that he is still among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God With Us&lt;br /&gt;Amy Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Robbie Goldman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We dim the light.&lt;br /&gt;We stoke the fire.&lt;br /&gt;We breathe the evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;Young ones wait&lt;br /&gt;While the old ones make up&lt;br /&gt;Tales of how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China dolls,&lt;br /&gt;Candy corn,&lt;br /&gt;Painted wooden toys,&lt;br /&gt;Treasures found&lt;br /&gt;To the wondrous sound&lt;br /&gt;Of carolling the savior&lt;br /&gt;Born to us on christmas morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us,&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel!&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us,&lt;br /&gt;The son of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still he calls&lt;br /&gt;Through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the days of old.&lt;br /&gt;A voice of peace&lt;br /&gt;To the weary ones,&lt;br /&gt;Who struggle with the human soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us,&lt;br /&gt;Travellers,&lt;br /&gt;Through a given time.&lt;br /&gt;Who can know&lt;br /&gt;What tomorrow holds?&lt;br /&gt;But over the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Surely you and I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us,&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel!&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us,&lt;br /&gt;The son of israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the years they come,&lt;br /&gt;And the years they go,&lt;br /&gt;Though we may forget somehow&lt;br /&gt;That the child once born in bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;Is still among us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us, (emmanuel.)&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel! (emmanuel.)&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us, (emmanuel.)&lt;br /&gt;The son of israel. (israel.)&lt;br /&gt;The son of israel.&lt;br /&gt;The son of is...israel. (son of israel.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2344612935351516901?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2344612935351516901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2344612935351516901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2344612935351516901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2344612935351516901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-and-like.html' title='Love and Like'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1451453955677103564</id><published>2009-12-19T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:49:50.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Puzzle</title><content type='html'>I like jigsaw puzzles. They stress some people but it is a great way for for to relax and think. For a number of years I have put together the same Christmas puzzle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sy1m8FjyZzI/AAAAAAAAA20/GyM__fyK0Q4/s1600-h/Santa+Merry+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sy1m8FjyZzI/AAAAAAAAA20/GyM__fyK0Q4/s200/Santa+Merry+Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year I was giving my kids a hard time about not helping on the puzzle. To get more assistance, I suggested that the child who helped the most would inherit the puzzle after my departure. This year Hannah worked hard with me on the puzzle so that it would be done before Sarah came home from college. The competition for "favorite child" is great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know who will "win" the puzzle. However after I am gone, I know this puzzle will bring back many memories. I know it will represent many fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Days of Christmas (with a nod to Toto)&lt;br /&gt;Straight No Chaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Zach (keep after me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo doo do do doot dooooooo&lt;br /&gt;doo doo do do doot dooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;12 drummers drumming like olympus above the Serengeti&lt;br /&gt;11 pipers piping,&lt;br /&gt;10 lords a leaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 ladies dancing they were dancing for meeee&lt;br /&gt;8 maids a milking they were milking just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Christmas down in Africa&lt;br /&gt;I had Christmas down in Africa&lt;br /&gt;I had Christmas down in Africa (5 golden rings)&lt;br /&gt;I had Christmas down in Africa (5 golden rings)&lt;br /&gt;I had Christmas down in Africa (5 golden rings)&lt;br /&gt;gonna deck the halls and do the things we never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo doo do do doot dooooooo&lt;br /&gt;doo doo do do doot dooooooo&lt;br /&gt;partridge in a big pear tree&lt;br /&gt;partridge in a big pear tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1451453955677103564?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1451453955677103564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1451453955677103564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1451453955677103564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1451453955677103564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-puzzle.html' title='Christmas Puzzle'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sy1m8FjyZzI/AAAAAAAAA20/GyM__fyK0Q4/s72-c/Santa+Merry+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2487561480952054505</id><published>2009-11-01T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:58:41.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Back!</title><content type='html'>There are some things that everyone seems to like. Falling back from Daylight Saving Time is universally anticipated. Therefore I suggest that we fall back at 2 am the first Sunday of each &amp;nbsp;month. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Want a Rock&lt;br /&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to One More Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Everybody wants prosthetic&lt;br /&gt;Foreheads on their real heads&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants prosthetic&lt;br /&gt;Foreheads on their real heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2487561480952054505?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2487561480952054505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2487561480952054505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2487561480952054505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2487561480952054505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-back.html' title='Fall Back!'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-8813390050357305902</id><published>2009-10-31T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:08:49.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned Candy</title><content type='html'>One of the scariest days for some parents is Halloween. The fear is not of demons or witches, but of tainted candy. However it is not a factual fear. Joel Best of the University of Delaware studied this issue, going back to 1958. He found no report of a child being killed by tainted Halloween candy. Nothing wrong with being safe and using common sense. However I dislike the use of irrational fear to direct actions. Many things are possible but not probable. For those who need something to fear and also like candy corn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/SuylLpUy24I/AAAAAAAAA2o/NhX6uGGHehs/s1600-h/candy+corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/SuylLpUy24I/AAAAAAAAA2o/NhX6uGGHehs/s400/candy+corn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all who struggle with fear (may you break down the walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, do you think they'll like this song?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, should I build the wall?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, should I run for President?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, should I trust the government?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, will they put me in the firing line?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true&lt;br /&gt;Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you&lt;br /&gt;Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing&lt;br /&gt;She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing&lt;br /&gt;Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm&lt;br /&gt;Oooo Babe&lt;br /&gt;Oooo Babe&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, do you think she's good enough&lt;br /&gt;For me?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, do you think she's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;To me?&lt;br /&gt;Mother will she tear your little boy apart?&lt;br /&gt;Mother, will she break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you&lt;br /&gt;Momma won't let anyone dirty get through&lt;br /&gt;Momma's gonna wait up until you get in&lt;br /&gt;Momma will always find out where you've been&lt;br /&gt;Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean&lt;br /&gt;Oooo Babe&lt;br /&gt;Oooo Babe&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, did it need to be so high?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-8813390050357305902?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8813390050357305902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=8813390050357305902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8813390050357305902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8813390050357305902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/poisoned-candy.html' title='Poisoned Candy'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/SuylLpUy24I/AAAAAAAAA2o/NhX6uGGHehs/s72-c/candy+corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-3492522512539958190</id><published>2009-10-30T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:04:56.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Was This Google All This Time</title><content type='html'>More from William Kamkwamba, the boy who built a windmill from a picture and brought electricity to his village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="353" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal arial; width: 360px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #e5e5e5;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px 1px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/" style="color: #333333; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;The Daily Show With Jon Stewart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 14px;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 2px 1px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-october-7-2009/william-kamkwamba" style="color: #333333; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;William Kamkwamba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #353535; height: 14px;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="overflow: hidden; padding: 2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align: right; width: 360px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/" style="color: #96deff; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;www.thedailyshow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="-moz-opacity: 1 !important; filter: alpha(opacity=1) !important; opacity: 1.000 !important; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="autoPlay=false" height="301" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:251740" style="-moz-opacity: 1 !important; display: block; filter: alpha(opacity=1) !important; opacity: 1.000 !important;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 18px;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do with the abundant resources that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Dry Bones and everyone making a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;She takes the blame&lt;br /&gt;She covers the shame&lt;br /&gt;Removes the stain&lt;br /&gt;It could be her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;It's a name for a girl&lt;br /&gt;It's also a thought that&lt;br /&gt;Changed the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she walks on the street&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the strings&lt;br /&gt;Grace finds goodness&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;She's got the walk&lt;br /&gt;Not on a ramp or on chalk&lt;br /&gt;She's got the time to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She travels outside&lt;br /&gt;Of karma, karma&lt;br /&gt;She travels outside&lt;br /&gt;Of karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she goes to work&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the strings&lt;br /&gt;Grace finds beauty&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;She carries a world on her hips&lt;br /&gt;No champagne flute for her lips&lt;br /&gt;No twirls or skips&lt;br /&gt;Between her fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carries a pearl&lt;br /&gt;In perfect condition&lt;br /&gt;What once was hurt&lt;br /&gt;What once was friction&lt;br /&gt;What left a mark&lt;br /&gt;No longer stings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because grace makes beauty&lt;br /&gt;Out of ugly things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace finds beauty&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace finds goodness&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-3492522512539958190?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3492522512539958190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=3492522512539958190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/3492522512539958190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/3492522512539958190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-was-this-google-all-this-time.html' title='Where Was This Google All This Time'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-5116848475373385884</id><published>2009-10-29T17:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:26:49.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Write a Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On occasion, it has been suggested to me that I might write a book. I am not adverse to the to this project, however there is something more important. Whether or not I every write a book, I want to be a book. I want my life to be read as a witness to the power of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2 Corinthians 3.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;May my life reflect in its fragile imperfection the glory that can only come form being shaped by &amp;nbsp;the art of the hands of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Poem of Your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Michael Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dedicated to all who walk the path of a disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life is a song we must sing with our days&lt;br /&gt;A poem with meaning more than words can say&lt;br /&gt;A painting with colors no rainbow can tell&lt;br /&gt;A lyric that rhymes either heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;We are living letters that doubt desecrates&lt;br /&gt;We're the notes of the song of the chorus of faith&lt;br /&gt;God shapes every second of our little lives&lt;br /&gt;And minds every minute as the universe waits by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The pain and the longing&lt;br /&gt;The joy and the moments of light&lt;br /&gt;Are the rhythm and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;The free verse of the poem of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look in the mirror and pray for the grace&lt;br /&gt;To tear off the mask, see the art of your face&lt;br /&gt;Open your ear lids to hear the sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong&lt;br /&gt;Your time in the ball of the dance of your days&lt;br /&gt;Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze&lt;br /&gt;With all that is holy&lt;br /&gt;With the joy and the strife&lt;br /&gt;With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life&lt;br /&gt;With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-5116848475373385884?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5116848475373385884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=5116848475373385884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5116848475373385884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5116848475373385884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/write-book.html' title='Write a Book'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2128801679527319433</id><published>2009-10-28T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:58:03.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Champion</title><content type='html'>If I were going to be a world champion at something, I would want to be world champion at something like the guy in the following video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OZPPNo3piY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OZPPNo3piY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should always be people who do not get it and ask, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all who live in the paradox of confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running to Stand Still&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so she woke up&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from where she was lying still&lt;br /&gt;Said I got to do something&lt;br /&gt;About where we're going&lt;br /&gt;Step on a steam train&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the driving rain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe run from the darkness in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing ha la la la de day&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la de day ha la la de day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet the sin&lt;br /&gt;Bitter the taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I see seven towers&lt;br /&gt;But I only see one way out&lt;br /&gt;You got to cry with out weeping&lt;br /&gt;Talk without speaking&lt;br /&gt;Scream without raising your voice&lt;br /&gt;You know I took the poison from the poison stream&lt;br /&gt;Then I floated out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing ha la la la de day&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la de day ha la la de day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs through the streets&lt;br /&gt;With her eyes painted red&lt;br /&gt;Under a black belly of cloud in the rain&lt;br /&gt;In through a doorway she brings me&lt;br /&gt;White gold and pearls stolen from the sea&lt;br /&gt;She is raging, she is raging&lt;br /&gt;And the storm blows up in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She will suffer the needle chill&lt;br /&gt;She is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_to_Stand_Still" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;running to stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2128801679527319433?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2128801679527319433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2128801679527319433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2128801679527319433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2128801679527319433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-champion.html' title='World Champion'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1839019278707884803</id><published>2009-10-27T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:37:10.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>Saw this today.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this and laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this and thought of Casey Mott!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/SufIUNLvfnI/AAAAAAAAA2g/36-xM9tQqo0/s1600-h/batman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/SufIUNLvfnI/AAAAAAAAA2g/36-xM9tQqo0/s400/batman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;Even Better Than the Real Thing&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Casey Mott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #474747; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give me one more chance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And youll be satisfied&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Give me two more chances&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You wont be denied&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Well my heart is where its always been&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;My head is somewhere in between&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Give me one more chance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Let me be your lover tonight&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;(check it out)&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Even better than the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #474747; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And Im gonna make you sing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Give me half a chance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To ride on the waves that you bring&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre honey child to a swarm of bees&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Gonna blow right through you like a breeze&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Give me one last dance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Well slide down the surface of things&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Even better than the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Child...&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Were free to fly the crimson sky&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;The sun wont melt our wings tonight&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Oh now...here she comes&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Take me higher&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Take me higher&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You take me higher&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You take me higher&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Youre the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Even better than the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Even better than the real thing&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Even better than the real thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1839019278707884803?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1839019278707884803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1839019278707884803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1839019278707884803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1839019278707884803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/SufIUNLvfnI/AAAAAAAAA2g/36-xM9tQqo0/s72-c/batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1607946628695211513</id><published>2009-10-04T12:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:48:39.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Hope</title><content type='html'>It is a fine balance; living with hope, expecting more and better and at the same time being content with what you have. I want to be dissatisfied with what is wrong, not settling for things to remain just as they are and at the same time to be excited by what could and not dissatisfied with the way they turn out at the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be hope. Hope allows us to know the best is yet to come and yet to wait patiently since we live with the assurance that it will come. That is why we need our young. They still have the ability to live in the present but to look forward with hope. They can see what is and dream of what could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah captured this spirit perfectly this morning. We have been getting a hint of fall in the last few days. It has been cooler in the morning, the humidity lessening in its oppression. This morning it was 64 degrees. Also we have had a steady downpour since early morning. As we were getting ready for church Noah said, "If it was only 37 degrees cooler it would be snowing!" If you do not live south of the I30 snow barrier you might not understand the full impact of this expectation. In 17 years in Tyler we have never had a snowstorm and only flurries of snow on rare occasions. It is hope that allows Noah see what could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians our hope is not just what could be, be what will. We look to that day. The greatest moment in time is yet to be, but it will come. I will see you on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I Am Looking For&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the new college freshman. May you dream and hope for what can and will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have climbed highest mountains&lt;br /&gt;I have run through the fields&lt;br /&gt;Only to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Only to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I have run&lt;br /&gt;I have crawled&lt;br /&gt;I have scaled these city walls&lt;br /&gt;These city walls&lt;br /&gt;Only to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed honey lips&lt;br /&gt;Felt the healing in her fingertips&lt;br /&gt;It burned like a fire&lt;br /&gt;(I was) burning inside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoke with the tongue of angels&lt;br /&gt;I have held the hand of a devil&lt;br /&gt;It was warm in the night&lt;br /&gt;I was cold as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Kingdom Come&lt;br /&gt;Then all the colors will bleed into one&lt;br /&gt;Bleed into one&lt;br /&gt;But yes I'm still running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke the bonds&lt;br /&gt;And you loosed the chains&lt;br /&gt;Carried the cross&lt;br /&gt;Of my shame&lt;br /&gt;Oh my shame&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1607946628695211513?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1607946628695211513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1607946628695211513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1607946628695211513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1607946628695211513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-with-hope.html' title='Living with Hope'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-7636314990667263619</id><published>2009-10-03T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:41:56.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Her Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is the day, October 3, on which my mother was born. I honor her memory today with a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to get married my mom gave me a wrapped present. It was a small, jewelry type box. I opened it to find two small strips of cloth. She asked, "Do you know what those are?" Since I had no idea I responded, "No." She went on to tell me they were the apron strings. She then explained that she understood that I was starting my family. She was "cutting the apron strings. She expected for my loyalty to be to my new wife and future kids. She gave me permission to put my family before her, my dad and my siblings. She had loved me and now she was setting me free to love as I had never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 years of marriage and 5 kids later, this remains one of the greatest gifts I ever received. May I bless others in similar ways. May I continue to show the love to others that you showed to me. May I continue to grow love in my family that I first learned from you. May I release it in the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Grows Love&lt;br /&gt;Caedmon's Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ou said to “put on a happy face”&lt;br /&gt;on a high school stage&lt;br /&gt;but I read what you really meant&lt;br /&gt;in your handwriting on a Bible page&lt;br /&gt;you waited like you told me&lt;br /&gt;though we knew it right away,&lt;br /&gt;it took eight and a half more years&lt;br /&gt;to finally say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and that love became something new&lt;br /&gt;it keeps getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;than we ever could have longed&lt;br /&gt;love keeps growing more love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got the news&lt;br /&gt;we had to call our families&lt;br /&gt;and start painting the room&lt;br /&gt;a nice, bright blue&lt;br /&gt;our vows they started breathing&lt;br /&gt;and they took on flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;and we held them in our arms&lt;br /&gt;and tasted God was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and that love became something new&lt;br /&gt;it added a name and it added a smile&lt;br /&gt;it keeps getting bigger every further mile&lt;br /&gt;there on your bended knee&lt;br /&gt;we sewed the seeds of our history&lt;br /&gt;they’re coming up stronger&lt;br /&gt;than we ever could have longed&lt;br /&gt;love keeps growing more love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if love is an echo of the heart&lt;br /&gt;the heart is a canyon&lt;br /&gt;that stretches wild and free&lt;br /&gt;without an end&lt;br /&gt;and breaks through every wall&lt;br /&gt;that holds us in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;to see what changed you so&lt;br /&gt;my heart breaks with the broken&lt;br /&gt;and it dances with the hope&lt;br /&gt;you told me I would find here&lt;br /&gt;but I could not understand&lt;br /&gt;until I’m walking here beside you&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-7636314990667263619?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7636314990667263619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=7636314990667263619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7636314990667263619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7636314990667263619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-her-birthday.html' title='On Her Birthday'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-5605112101863673266</id><published>2009-09-29T15:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:34:38.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arD374MFk4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arD374MFk4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video Inspires me to use the abundant resources that I have to the Glory of God. I wished to be blown to new places by the Spirit of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing Wind&lt;br /&gt;Keith Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to All Who Hear the Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing wind blow through this temple,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the dust within,&lt;br /&gt;Come and breathe you breath upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Ive been born again.&lt;br /&gt;Holy spirit, I surrender, take me where you want to go,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-5605112101863673266?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5605112101863673266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=5605112101863673266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5605112101863673266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5605112101863673266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-comes.html' title='Hope Comes'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-7958729302097444663</id><published>2009-09-26T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:40:32.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sr7AMBr7oBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/u-c1Keiyw0A/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sr7AMBr7oBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/u-c1Keiyw0A/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385953517225353234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah has never had a birthday party with any of his friends. We have been in Abilene for ACU camps for everyone of his birthday celebrations. So last night he had a birthday party. His birthday was over 3 months ago, but it did not diminish the celebration. The exact day seems to be overrated. It was the reason and the company that made the night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gives us a gift everyday. He gives us a new day. Day to be reminded that we are washed by the blood of His son. A day to celebrate the relationship we have with Him. A day to celebrate the relationship with the people around us. Enjoy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explosions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated to Noah (Happy Birthday again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like explosions that leave you feeling good&lt;br /&gt;We like ideas that change the world for good&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing past the stop n go&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing but the ebb and flow&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing like some in and out&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing more than what you know&lt;br /&gt;We like new places that jets cant take you to&lt;br /&gt;We do like music when it does what it should do&lt;br /&gt;Yes oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yes oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yes (we like) oh yeah (explosions)&lt;br /&gt;Yes (we like) oh yeah (explosions)&lt;br /&gt;We like explosions its only right we should&lt;br /&gt;We like ideas we thought you understood&lt;br /&gt;We like new places until theyre overrun&lt;br /&gt;We do like music -- loud shots from the big spudgun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-7958729302097444663?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7958729302097444663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=7958729302097444663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7958729302097444663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7958729302097444663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sr7AMBr7oBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/u-c1Keiyw0A/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1753580242431538081</id><published>2009-09-26T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:24:05.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tino Came to Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sr2nnRoztEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/K3hRz9gtfuE/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/Sr2nnRoztEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/K3hRz9gtfuE/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385645022596281410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One amazing thing about the family of God is the relationships you can have. Last week a friend from Denver came to visit me in Texas. The thing that is amazing is not that we are friends, but the fact that we even met. I met Tino because I took some kids to Dry Bones in Denver. I went to Dry Bones because my son was interning there for the summer and one of the leaders used to be a punk kid from my home church. This punk kid later was my deacon when I worked in Dallas. Now he was helping my kid learn to be a better servant. Tino used to live on the street, but now reaches out to those who are where he used to be. That is where and why Tino and I became friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tino had never been to Texas before this trip. So I did not mess around. I took him to the best ribs I know of in East Texas. We threw in some Don Juan's, working at the Karing Kitchen, moving walls for the Habitat House, cooking for the Wednesday night meal, and doing some sorting for LTC. After a stop for Taqueria Lugar and Tino fixing his style of ribs for my family, we ended the week with a full day at the Habitat House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news Tino survived the humidity...barely. The better news is that I continue to marvel at the richness of relationships that God puts in my life. I look forward to new adventures with Tino and other people I know, but I also look forward to the adventures with those I have not even met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audio Adrenaline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated to Tino (Great working with you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being clean, sick of being proper&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live among the beggars&lt;br /&gt;And dig out in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Step outside the walls we built to protect us&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to get some mud on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on everybody&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on and serve someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Let's get dirty, let's get used&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you come from&lt;br /&gt;If you're beaten up or bruised&lt;br /&gt;Let's get foolish - let's get free&lt;br /&gt;Free to be the one thing you were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Let's get dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might get a bruise or some blisters on your fingers&lt;br /&gt;You might start a question and wonder what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;You may slip and fall from the burdens that you carry&lt;br /&gt;But you can't have this treasure&lt;br /&gt;'til you dig it from the dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1753580242431538081?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1753580242431538081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1753580242431538081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-4744275113246935354</id><published>2009-09-07T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:38:32.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think You Have It Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0-Sv6YnxEc&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0-Sv6YnxEc&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs of War&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Caleb ( for the dog and Pink Floyd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs of war dont negotiate&lt;br /&gt;The dogs of war wont capitulate,&lt;br /&gt;They will take and you will give,&lt;br /&gt;And you must die so that they may live&lt;br /&gt;You can knock at any door,&lt;br /&gt;But wherever you go, you know theyve been there before&lt;br /&gt;Well winners can lose and things can get strained&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-4744275113246935354?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4744275113246935354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-7043156503735795965</id><published>2009-09-06T16:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:55:31.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do My Gifts Matter</title><content type='html'>I am not a cat lover. But I am not a cat hater either. The best quality of cats is that they mostly stay out of the way. I am glad that we have strange cats (then again that might be all cats). There is Blackard. She is a volunteer cat. She belongs to our neighbor's son's girlfriend. However she spends most of her time at our house. I guess it helps to have a young son who likes cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin is the one who is strange. Everyday she comes to the back door and meows. Loudly. We used to think that meant she was hungry. When she meows she may be hungry, but it is not the reason she meows. The reason she wants to get our attention is that she has left us a gift. It is the same kind of gift every time. A leaf. The leaf is usually large and it is an entire leaf. Maybe she heard one of the kids had a biology project? It may be a gift, but not one that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give a gift (not just an object but a gift in the broadest sense including friendship, love, assistance), I wonder how my gift is perceived. I hope I am not giving a Muffin Gift. Do I give what I want? Do I give what they want? Or perhaps can I give the gift that is needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear Muffin I think of the last stanza of a Shel Sivlerstein poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some kind of help is the kind of help&lt;br /&gt;That helping's all about&lt;br /&gt;And some kind of help is the kind of help&lt;br /&gt;We all can do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of gift do you give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Headed Woman&lt;br /&gt;Cat Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Muffin (the hard headed cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking for a hard headed woman,&lt;br /&gt;One who will take me for myself,&lt;br /&gt;And if I find my hard headed woman,&lt;br /&gt;I wont need nobody else, no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking for a hard headed woman,&lt;br /&gt;One who will make me do my best,&lt;br /&gt;And if I find my hard headed woman&lt;br /&gt;I know the rest of my life will be blessed -- yes, yes, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-7043156503735795965?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7043156503735795965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=7043156503735795965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7043156503735795965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7043156503735795965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-my-gifts-matter.html' title='Do My Gifts Matter'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2735625478577192809</id><published>2009-08-28T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:18:34.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anti-Abraham/Sarah</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite stories to teach is when Sarah finds out that she will finally have a baby at 90. She laughs. I say, "What else could you do?" That is the only natural reaction to what appears impossible. So here is how I try to make it real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is thanksgiving. Your grandmother strikes her glass with a knife to get everyone's attention. She stands and then says, "I have an announcement. I am pregnant." Just try to tell me you would not burst out laughing and I will call you a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my 10 year old made his own twist on the story. I joke with my kids about which one will be the first to make their mother a grandmother. I change up my prediction to annoy whoever I want to annoy that day. Well Noah, as only a 10 year-old could manage, said, "It will be me and it happen within two years!" He truly had no idea what he was saying. I am still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handlebars&lt;br /&gt;The Flobots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, look at me&lt;br /&gt;hands in the air like it's good to be&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a famous rapper&lt;br /&gt;even when the paths're all crookedy&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how to do-si-do&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how to scratch a record&lt;br /&gt;I can take apart the remote control&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost put it back together&lt;br /&gt;I can tie a knot in a cherry stem&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you about Leif Ericson&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to "De Colores"&lt;br /&gt;And "I'm Proud to be an American"&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend saw a platypus&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend made a comic book&lt;br /&gt;And guess how long it took&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything that I want cuz, look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep rhythm with no metronome&lt;br /&gt;No metronome&lt;br /&gt;No metronome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just called to say that it's good to be&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;In such a small world&lt;br /&gt;All curled up with a book to read&lt;br /&gt;I can make money open up a thrift store&lt;br /&gt;I can make a living off a magazine&lt;br /&gt;I can design an engine sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Miles to a gallon of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;I can make new antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;I can make computers survive aquatic conditions&lt;br /&gt;I know how to run a business&lt;br /&gt;And I can make you wanna buy a product&lt;br /&gt;Movers shakers and producers&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends understand the future&lt;br /&gt;I see the strings that control the systems&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no assistance&lt;br /&gt;I can lead a nation with a microphone&lt;br /&gt;With a microphone&lt;br /&gt;With a microphone&lt;br /&gt;I can split the atoms of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;Of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;Of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Driving and I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good to be&lt;br /&gt;Alive and on top&lt;br /&gt;My reach is global&lt;br /&gt;My tower secure&lt;br /&gt;My cause is noble&lt;br /&gt;My power is pure&lt;br /&gt;I can hand out a million vaccinations&lt;br /&gt;Or let'em all die in exasperation&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all healed of their lacerations&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all killed by assassination&lt;br /&gt;I can make anybody go to prison&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't like'em and&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no permission&lt;br /&gt;I have it all under my command&lt;br /&gt;I can guide a missile by satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;and I can hit a target through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;and I can end the planet in a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handle bars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2735625478577192809?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2735625478577192809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2735625478577192809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2735625478577192809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2735625478577192809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/anti-abrahamsarah.html' title='The Anti-Abraham/Sarah'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-7297539896031728795</id><published>2009-08-26T23:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:04:56.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution Causes the Problem</title><content type='html'>I often find that my idea of a solution to a problem often causes unintended new problems. I call this the Tyler method. This method is named in honor of the way Tyler decided to handle traffic on the Loop. For those not from Tyler, the Loop around the city has now been separated in the highest traffic areas by a curbed median. This curbage is designed to replace a center left turn lane. No longer can you turn left into the street or business on the opposite side of the street. Now you must go to the corner and hook a U. Therefore the new problem: accidents occurring near the intersection as one vehicle is making a u-turn. I guess it is improvement to keep the accidents in fewer areas of the Loop? I witnessed it just the other day as the a speeding pickup trying to make the light did not see the smaller SUV making the U for Starbucks, Dairy Queen or some other  important destination. The truck put a permanent deep dent tattoo on the right side of the SUV sending it over the curb and across the 3 lanes of traffic on the opposite side. I feel much safer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward Motion&lt;br /&gt;Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to: Whoever decided a curb is progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-o...Ive been banging my head against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-o...for so long it seems I knocked it down, yeah it got knocked down&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-o...and the heating bill went through the roof&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-o...and the wall I knocked down was the proof&lt;br /&gt;That my landlord needed to kick me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got evicted now Im living on the street&lt;br /&gt;My spirits lifted...oh wait, that wasnt me&lt;br /&gt;Too many turns have turned out to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;This time I learned that, I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When car crashes occur&lt;br /&gt;Then Ill be what you were&lt;br /&gt;When I see what I should&lt;br /&gt;When I see that its good (that its good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience the bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;To taste defeat&lt;br /&gt;Then brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Experience the bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;To taste defeat&lt;br /&gt;Then brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I struggle with forward motion&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with forward motion&lt;br /&gt;We all struggle with forward motion&lt;br /&gt;Cause forward motion is harder than it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Well everytime I gain some ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta turn myself around again&lt;br /&gt;Its harder than it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Well everytime I gain some ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta turn myself around again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-7297539896031728795?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7297539896031728795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=7297539896031728795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7297539896031728795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/7297539896031728795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/solution-causes-problem.html' title='The Solution Causes the Problem'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-3665736645733966100</id><published>2009-08-20T00:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:58:36.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I am worn down by the a culture that is consumed by consumerism. Buy this, get that, must have this. When Rachel was 3 our TV broke. When we decided not to replace it, she asked,"How am I going to know what to ask for at Christmas?" The message is even understood by 3 year-olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today on my 49th birthday, I will tell you what I want for my birthday. But first what I do not want; no card or presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is for you to do something for someone else. If you can do it anonymously that is even better. If it can be for someone who does not deserve it, that is great also. Give a helping hand, show mercy, reflect kindness, impart grace, and spread redemption. You might extend forgiveness, right a wrong, encourage, or wash someone's feet. Look someone in the eye, see the invisible people, talk to the outcast and extend a hand in fellowship. Share from what you have been given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask for world peace. However just do your part by changing one of the 6 billion hearts on our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take to the World&lt;br /&gt;Derek Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to me (it is my BD) and anyone willing to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go in peace to love and to serve&lt;br /&gt;Let your ears ring long with what you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;And may the bread on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Leave a trail of crumbs&lt;br /&gt;To lead the hungry back to the place that you are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take to the world this love, hope and faith&lt;br /&gt;Take to the world this rare, relentless grace&lt;br /&gt;And like the three in one&lt;br /&gt;Know you must become what you want to save&lt;br /&gt;‘cause that’s still the way&lt;br /&gt;He takes to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, and go far&lt;br /&gt;Take light deep in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Believe what’s true&lt;br /&gt;He uses all, even you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-3665736645733966100?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3665736645733966100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=3665736645733966100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/3665736645733966100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/3665736645733966100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-644499842052178928</id><published>2009-08-19T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:42:28.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>I dislike how we compartmentalize so many things in our lives. Church here, work there, and school is for learning. Today Some kids started back to school. Others will be joining them next week. My hope is that we are daily learning, reflecting and growing. Just as we should not make church a verb describing what we do, education should be about learning. Everyday should be the first day of school, every day should be about learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach Your Children&lt;br /&gt;Crosby, Stills, Nash &amp; Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Adam (on his first day of teaching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you (Can you hear and) &lt;br /&gt;Of tender years (Do you care and)&lt;br /&gt;Can't know the fears (Can you see we)&lt;br /&gt;That your elders grew by (Must be free to)&lt;br /&gt;And so please help (Teach your children)&lt;br /&gt;Them with your youth (You believe and)&lt;br /&gt;They seek the truth (Make a world that)&lt;br /&gt;Before they can die (We can live in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-644499842052178928?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/644499842052178928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=644499842052178928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/644499842052178928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/644499842052178928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1249058549415062399</id><published>2009-08-17T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:24:57.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat People Better</title><content type='html'>When I was in the hospital in April, I had a surprise visit from a doctor I did not know. It was a tough introduction, "Hello , my name is Dr. Palanisamy. I am an oncologist." Not the best opening. The short story is a scan had shown a spot on my right lung. Not what they were looking at, but something that needed to be followed. So last week I had another scan. On Thursday I went to the doctor to get the results. Simple and easy: there is no longer anything there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I shared these events with the high schoolers. The question was, what would you have thought or felt if you had found out that you had lung cancer instead of getting the all clear. Great responses. Dalton said he would be scared. Zach thought he would get after his bucket list. Brenna thought that she would be reflective and look back on her life and evaluate how she had lived. But my favorite answer was from Holly, "Treat people better." I smile every time I think of that answer. All of these were great answers to a very complex situation. But to be able to change in the midst of pain, to take hurt and yet to give love,  what a wonderful thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be dissatisfied until I live with the daily realization that I do not need to be diagnosed with lung cancer in order to understand my days are short. I will be dissatisfied until I live with daily transformation and I am treating people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Heath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Holly Stidham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second &lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted &lt;br /&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Give me you heart for the ones forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1249058549415062399?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1249058549415062399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1249058549415062399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1249058549415062399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1249058549415062399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/treat-people-better.html' title='Treat People Better'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-6963671652576463645</id><published>2009-08-16T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:56:52.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Shadow</title><content type='html'>Today I attended the memorial service for a friend I knew as Shadow. He was killed in tragic accident while simply waiting on a bus. There is no a human reason that I should have ever known Shadow. My world had no reason to intersect with his. I knew him because of the Karing Kitchen. I knew him because he gave me the opportunity to serve him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body had been twisted by two strokes. He did not walk very well. He kept his balance with the help of of a walker. Sometimes even the walker was not enough to keep him up right. Yet I saw him in many different places in town. These places might be miles apart. I never knew where I might see Shadow. He did not allow his disabilities to stop him. Because of this unstoppable spirit I came to respect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Shadow needed something he would ask. Often time I could help; take a cap off a Mountain Dew, get him another roll, or give him a ride home. Other times I might not be able to help; out of bread or not able to take him home. Shadow would always respond with thankfulness and gratitude whether it was a yes or a no. Same response every time. I came to care for him because he showed care for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving home late the night he was killed. The next morning I was checking my email and a friend let me know about Shadow. I watched the news report and just began to weep. The loss really hurt. It was then that I realized that Shadow had been serving me. May I be quicker to serve others in the name of the LORD who saves us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are My King (Amazing Love)&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Shadow&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I’m forgiven because You were forsaken &lt;br /&gt;I’m accepted, You were condemned &lt;br /&gt;I’m alive and well, Your Spirit lives within me &lt;br /&gt;Because You died and rose again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing love, how can it be &lt;br /&gt;That You, my King, should die for me? &lt;br /&gt;Amazing love, I know it’s true &lt;br /&gt;It’s my joy to honor You &lt;br /&gt;In all I do, I honor You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-6963671652576463645?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6963671652576463645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=6963671652576463645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6963671652576463645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6963671652576463645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-memory-of-shadow.html' title='In Memory of Shadow'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-859573274204918007</id><published>2009-08-15T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:27:38.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BD Month</title><content type='html'>August is the birthday month at my house. Caleb on the 3rd, Hannah 8th, Tim the 20th and Rachel on the 30th. Thinking about birthdays this month, I have discovered that I am dissatisfied with the amount of time when a person is considered no longer too young but has not become too old. This time must be all of 45 to 50 seconds. Not long for a life. The see-saw shifts quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others will remind of which side you are on. My kids gave "an over the hill" on my 30th birthday. On the handwritten card, I was not just cresting the hill, but I was already at the bottom of the backside. The chaos in my life is realizing that others put me on either side of the line, just depends on whom I am talking to at the time. Will I be here when everyone agrees that I am only at the bottom of the backside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Shust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Spencer Hutchins. (Hope LA is good for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day I will leave this body &lt;br /&gt;and I will get a perfect one&lt;br /&gt;That day I will see His glory &lt;br /&gt;shining like the noonday sun&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll take a walk with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He might explain the mysteries of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-859573274204918007?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/859573274204918007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=859573274204918007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/859573274204918007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/859573274204918007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/bd-month.html' title='BD Month'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2285160174987290582</id><published>2009-08-14T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:00:53.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time to write again</title><content type='html'>I have been silent for too long. Late 2008 and early 2009 presented me with new challenges. So to answer the challenge from 2 of my friends I am committed to being a consistent blogger. I have had plenty to be dissatisfied with in the last year, so it may take me a while to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer of 2009 will be memorable. Mexico, ACU Camps, Wilderness Trek, Alpha, Sooner, VBS and Omega. I did have one open week. So I can be dissatisfied with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for what will keep me writing (through Thanksgiving at least): Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radar Love&lt;br /&gt;Golden Earring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice in my head that drives my heel&lt;br /&gt;It's my baby callin', says I need you here&lt;br /&gt;And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2285160174987290582?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2285160174987290582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2285160174987290582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2285160174987290582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2285160174987290582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-write-again.html' title='time to write again'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-519124373269284090</id><published>2008-09-02T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:59:41.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/2 Time to Be Dissatisfied</title><content type='html'>As a youth minister many people often state, "I bet you will be glad when summer is over." Actually, no, I will not be glad. Even though summer is very busy, it is something I look forward to every year. Some ask about burnout. However I do not think that burnout comes from overwork. Rather it comes from over-functioning. Over-functioning happens when we take on responsibilities that should not be ours as if they were ours. Over-functioning is the ramp up to burnout. So I am dissatisfied because the pace of the summer cannot continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-519124373269284090?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/519124373269284090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=519124373269284090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/519124373269284090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/519124373269284090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2008/09/92-time-to-be-dissatisfied.html' title='9/2 Time to Be Dissatisfied'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2676211779888638569</id><published>2008-04-13T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:48:33.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to post</title><content type='html'>2008 quickly slips away.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration, disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;Transition - too fast, way too slow&lt;br /&gt;Power plays when no power is needed&lt;br /&gt;Surprise. Joy. Relief.&lt;br /&gt;Rest&lt;br /&gt;Time passes, it is a repeat&lt;br /&gt;78,88,98,08&lt;br /&gt;2008 quickly slips away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2676211779888638569?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2676211779888638569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2676211779888638569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2676211779888638569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2676211779888638569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-post.html' title='Time to post'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-6949951478636398024</id><published>2007-11-12T17:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:35:16.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Five</title><content type='html'>I like comics strips. I like one frame comics. It was a dark day when the Far Side went away. It was even darker when Calvin and Hobbes was no more (except for repeats). I like being able to read something that is short, to the point and clever. I think these same rules apply to the way I write emails. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I exist on Zits, Adam at Home and Bizarro. I daily read repeats of Calvin and Hobbes. If I could only go to the Far Side again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-6949951478636398024?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6949951478636398024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=6949951478636398024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6949951478636398024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6949951478636398024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-five.html' title='Tag Five'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1338869664625504185</id><published>2007-10-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:06:23.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tag Four</title><content type='html'>4. I have failed so far in my life at passing on the "Watching of NFL Football". I have tried. I have sat small children in front of the tv to watch with me. I have asked and invited. I have reminded that "today is a football day" (with much excitement in my voice). I have even tried to get people outside the family to take on the tradition to no avail. My latest project is Ana Grace McKinzie. While being 7 months old is a very impressionable age, she has napped through every Sunday afternoon and her mother is working against me as she is in bed before Monday night football. I only have this season to imprint this desire so the window is closing. My last hope may be grandchildren. I can only hope that this tradition is not ended but only skipped a generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1338869664625504185?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1338869664625504185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1338869664625504185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1338869664625504185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1338869664625504185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-four.html' title='Tag Four'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-1464594411301866564</id><published>2007-10-29T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:46:07.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tag Three</title><content type='html'>I know that you have been waiting for the next installment (the three people who have subscribed to this blog). So here is Tag Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I enjoy watching NFL Football. This is what I grew up doing. I was first a Packer Fan (so I am told, since I have no memory of it). However, my true loyalty is with the Dallas Cowboys. We watched every week when I was growing up. This grew into a love of Monday Night Football. Being the oldest I was allowed to stay up when my brothers and sisters were sent off to bed. My next tag will express my failures in passing on this tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-1464594411301866564?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1464594411301866564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=1464594411301866564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1464594411301866564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/1464594411301866564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-three.html' title='Tag Three'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-4462937405752079756</id><published>2007-10-17T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:29:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Two</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tag One&lt;/span&gt; to understand what is going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I always have a plan. The plan does not have to go the way I want and it can be adapted (I can be flexible), but never doubt there is a plan. My favorite plan is to plan to do nothing on a Saturday. To my wife this looks like no plan, but do not doubt it is a plan. It is also the plan that is most upsetting to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-4462937405752079756?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4462937405752079756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=4462937405752079756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/4462937405752079756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/4462937405752079756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-two.html' title='Tag Two'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-3118135914362592</id><published>2007-10-16T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:34:24.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tag one</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged. If I tag you, you must follow these rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules. 1)Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. (2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. (4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my spin: I am only posting one item at a time. I will not even commit to one a day but I will commit to 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I get a forwarded email, I find much pleasure in debunking the email using snopes.com and sending the entire forwarded list the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kyle Smith you are tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-3118135914362592?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3118135914362592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=3118135914362592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/3118135914362592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/3118135914362592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-one.html' title='Tag one'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-5011969579398305017</id><published>2007-03-02T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:23:34.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell of LTC</title><content type='html'>As a father I have witnessed many amazing moments. My kids have surprised me with things they have said or done that continue to bring a smile to my face long after the event. The best ones bring a chuckle as well. I also imagine how God must feel when one of His children does something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not take much to amuse me. But I am still chuckling about Noah's latest. A couple of Sundays ago I had Noah (1st grader) at church with his friend who is a 4th grader. We were taking 3 ice chests back to my closet for storage. The closet has tubs, buckets, puppets, awards, lanyards, dollies with rubber tires, among other things. So when the door was opened it had a good industrial smell going. The 4th grader says, WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!! It STINKS! Noah turned to him and said, "That my friend, is the smell of LTC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we become the aroma of all things good and be pleasing to our Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-5011969579398305017?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5011969579398305017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=5011969579398305017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5011969579398305017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/5011969579398305017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2007/03/smell-of-ltc.html' title='The Smell of LTC'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-8973171511926176268</id><published>2006-12-18T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:16:55.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid</title><content type='html'>There are not many things that can scare me. But there are still things still can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luby's 60th Anniversary Cookbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now on sale at you nearest Luby's or from lubys.com. Run and hide... as fast as you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-8973171511926176268?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8973171511926176268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=8973171511926176268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8973171511926176268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8973171511926176268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-afraid-be-very-afraid.html' title='Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-6037155592638383843</id><published>2006-11-30T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:00:43.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ground</title><content type='html'>To celebrate blogging where I have never blogged before (this is my seventh post of the year - a new record), a short question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does skiing get two i's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-6037155592638383843?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6037155592638383843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=6037155592638383843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6037155592638383843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6037155592638383843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-ground.html' title='New Ground'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-6469695513986551943</id><published>2006-11-28T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:05:15.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At least it is a tie!</title><content type='html'>I have been a very infrequent blogger.  I started in late 2004 and had 6 posts. For the entire year of 2005 I also had 6 posts. Now this post will make 6 for 2006. With a month left in the year, I may even break the tie. Just do not expect to much. Someday maybe I will even post as much as Justin Scott. Others of you will be easier to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other fronts, two great things about last week:&lt;br /&gt;1. All my kids were home. Now that more are out than in, it is really good to get them all home for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to see the Tarpleys, Smiths, and McKinzies. Team Arequipa  continues to draw closer to leaving for  Peru. Keep them in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-6469695513986551943?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6469695513986551943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=6469695513986551943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6469695513986551943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/6469695513986551943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-least-it-is-tie.html' title='At least it is a tie!'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-8116793276629816913</id><published>2006-10-02T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:07:31.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Rocktober</title><content type='html'>Since High School I have loved &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rocktober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; of Rock for a whole month! The Germans might have their &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oktoberfest&lt;/span&gt;, but the rockers have &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rocktober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Rock is what &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;speaks&lt;/span&gt; to me (not rock and roll). The sound, the vibe, the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt;. The generation behind me is jealous because they have not yet found anything to equal this rock heritage. I know this as I heard Jimmy &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; making fun of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rocktober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt;- make fun of anything you can not equal or surpass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-8116793276629816913?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8116793276629816913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=8116793276629816913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8116793276629816913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/8116793276629816913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-rocktober.html' title='Welcome to Rocktober'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-2196916525011669863</id><published>2006-09-11T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:08:10.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Domino Effect</title><content type='html'>It has been since the end of August since I posted. I am a victim of the Domino Effect. One missed &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; crashes into another, as each pile on top and soon it does not seem to matter any more. The moment has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a post ready to go and then,  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Comsifter&lt;/span&gt;! The dreaded  filter at work blocked my ability to upload just the right picture.  I was unable to load it that night and when I wanted to post again the next day- &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Comsifter&lt;/span&gt;! Well one day turned into many and now it seemed I had to many things I did not know what to post. So now on this day when others are remembering 9/11, I write about the Domino Effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-2196916525011669863?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2196916525011669863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=2196916525011669863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2196916525011669863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/2196916525011669863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/09/domino-effect.html' title='The Domino Effect'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-115654142013267942</id><published>2006-08-25T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:30:20.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Señor es siempre bueno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/543/1600/IMG_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/543/320/IMG_0645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-115654142013267942?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/115654142013267942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=115654142013267942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/115654142013267942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/115654142013267942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/08/el-seor-es-siempre-bueno.html' title='El Señor es siempre bueno'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-115636309205359142</id><published>2006-08-23T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:54:29.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Más o Menos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/543/1600/IMG_0432.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/543/320/IMG_0432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does not allow us to stand still. Things around are always changing. There is evolution and de-evolution. Things get better and things get worse. There is more and there is less. Why is it that we always dream for perfection in this life when we have never seen it achieved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the things that are more and less from my life right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I insure 4 cars, but 3 of them are in Abilene and only 1 in Tyler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 5 kids, but only 2 are still at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved 1 truckload (16 ft) of possessions to Abilene, but 1 truck load came back to Tyler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no middle schoolers but I have a 7 year old that takes up all the slack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For my 46th birthday I had to leave my third child at ACU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sarah, you have brought me such joy, I just had to share you smiling face with others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-115636309205359142?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/115636309205359142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=115636309205359142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/115636309205359142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/115636309205359142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/08/ms-o-menos.html' title='Más o Menos'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-115625902890305318</id><published>2006-08-22T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:16:18.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Otra Vez</title><content type='html'>Here I go...again. Now that the summer is coming to an end, I am going to try this blogging thing again. I really do not want to set the record for the oldest blog with the fewest posts. I know that in order for people to read, you have to write. Therefore in the image of grace, I start again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-115625902890305318?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/115625902890305318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=115625902890305318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/115625902890305318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/115625902890305318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2006/08/otra-vez.html' title='Otra Vez'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-113267696788151341</id><published>2005-11-22T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:07:12.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEW</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite weekends of the year is the one before Thanksgiving. For the last 13 years it has been spent with middle schoolers. I is amazing to watch the LORD work on young hearts. ZEW stands for zealous everyday warriors. If they can learn to live everyday in, for and with God, then they can have a taste of the life that he wants for all of us. This year we repeated my favorite theme: SYLO (serve Yahweh love others, or sing your lungs out, etc.) I really like multiple variants on a theme! May God give us all the energy of middle schoolers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-113267696788151341?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/113267696788151341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=113267696788151341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/113267696788151341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/113267696788151341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2005/11/zew.html' title='ZEW'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-112724648352633591</id><published>2005-09-20T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T15:01:23.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Green to Greed</title><content type='html'>Here are some thought from a sermon I preached on Sunday 09-18-05 from John 2. the ideas fit the the metatheme of this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    13When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. 15So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. 16To those who sold doves he said, "Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father's house into a market!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We all understand making a profit. You cannot work all the time for free. You must provide for your family. But our interest goes beyond provision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Noah (my six-year-old) learned early on the difference between brown money and silver money. Brown money will not work in vending machines, and after all life is about getting what I want when I want from a vending machine. It was not too long before he discovered green money. And like all of us he started longing for it. In a phone conversation he had with his grandfather this week he stated, “Pawpaw, It been a longtime since I had some green money”. All of you who are grandparents know the proper response. When my dad got here Friday, he got his green money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The problem is not the green money. The problem is the change from green to greed is only one letter. I think that illustrates our quickness to use the need for green to excuse our greed for the green. We have all experienced greed: gas prices during a disaster or a coke at a ballgame. Somebody is making a huge profit just because they can get away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That’s the thinking that led to the temple courts. The Jewish leaders had the man coming to offer his sacrifice in a bad way. If you brought your own sacrifice they had official inspectors. It seemed they could find something wrong with just about everyone's. And when you animal failed they had just the right answer, an officially approved lamb at an unbelievable price. Before long you just showed up and paid the price. Greed covered by religious correctness was too much for Jesus. He acted. He upset the norm. He scattered the tools of the greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    His disciples understood. 17His disciples remembered that it is written: "Zeal for your house will consume me."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    The Jews asked for a sign. 18Then the Jews demanded of him, "What miraculous sign can you show us to prove your authority to do all this?" The problem was the sign had already happened and they missed it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not miss the sign. We have all gone of course because we missed some small sign we did not see. However, this sign is clear. Jesus at the beginning of his ministry sets the pattern. God dwelling among us changes things. The time to act is now. When we see injustice, when we see people taken advantage of, when we have opportunity to make a difference, we must act. In order to be ready for these times we must have the right attitude. An attitude of dissatisfaction with the way things are.We must be dissatisfied with injustice, people pushed down, oppressed. Who else can show the love of God to people who are most open to hearing it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-112724648352633591?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/112724648352633591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=112724648352633591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112724648352633591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112724648352633591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-green-to-greed.html' title='From Green to Greed'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-112662649128368175</id><published>2005-09-13T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:48:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is already September 13!</title><content type='html'>So much for posting every other day. Life is so packed sometimes. Well at least I posted before half the month was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to watch people have generous hearts. The Shiloh Church in the last week has given over $10,000 for Katrina refugees, $4000 for building a habitat house as well as keeping their regular commitments. And the time given. There are people doing helpful things everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the summer. I miss the focused energy of trips and camps. I miss wearing shorts to work. I miss daily worship with a group. I miss seeing God transform people daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the transition to the school year is good. FISH, BL!P, Sunday nights, Devo, and coming soon, Quiz, and retreats. God will continue to transform just using different means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God use the people around you to continue to mold you in His likeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-112662649128368175?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/112662649128368175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=112662649128368175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112662649128368175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112662649128368175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-is-already-september-13.html' title='It is already September 13!'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-112612320470556331</id><published>2005-09-07T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:00:04.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed Labor day. Because of my job, there are many holidays that I am working or do not get off. So it was a good day spent the day with family and friends. God blesses in our work as well as in our rest. May you find the rest you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-112612320470556331?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/112612320470556331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=112612320470556331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112612320470556331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112612320470556331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-112551232658611052</id><published>2005-08-31T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:18:46.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch in the Springs</title><content type='html'>I did something really different yesterday. I flew from Tyler, TX to Colorado Springs, Co to have lunch. I then flew back the smae day. 4 flights in one day was to much. I did need to meet with some friends. It just now seems to be a day suspented in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel good about posting one day after my last post. So far so good on my commitment to become at most a daily blogger and at least a frequent blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am glad that my house is above sea level. I am not close to the ocean but the pictures of New Orleans are overwhelming. This is going to take years to recover from. There are several hundred people now staying in shelters in Tyler and probally 2500 coming. I hope to find good was to serve and help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-112551232658611052?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/112551232658611052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=112551232658611052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112551232658611052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112551232658611052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2005/08/lunch-in-springs.html' title='Lunch in the Springs'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-112534207388569304</id><published>2005-08-29T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:01:13.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is About Time</title><content type='html'>I thought it was time to make my first post for the year!! So much has happened. I am committing to share through this blog. I am going to write for a while and get in the habit so that I can then ask people to read the thoughts I put down. So if you read this in the future (which would be the present to you) know this is when I decided to really become a blogger rather then yearly to be a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My six year old son is always coming up with great quotes. This week his oldest sister was calling from college, one of his other sisters answered the phone and told him someone had important business with him on the phone. His response was, "Is it the guy you made Zelda?" You need to know that he and I play Zelda (video game) all the time. He thought the guy who invented the game would call him to see if he might need any help and to discuss the game with him. I know the world is getting smaller but not that small...and anyway I do not think my son knows any Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-112534207388569304?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/112534207388569304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=112534207388569304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112534207388569304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/112534207388569304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-is-about-time.html' title='It Is About Time'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-110304528450994801</id><published>2004-12-14T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:28:04.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 of 44</title><content type='html'>Today my wife is 44. It is always a great day since we are now the "same age" again. I have known Denise since she was 14. The last 30 years have been all that I could hope for in a life. God has truly given me great gifts, but his gift of a relationship with a loving caring woman exceeds all but salvation. So today is to the celebration of the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-110304528450994801?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/110304528450994801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=110304528450994801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/110304528450994801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/110304528450994801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2004/12/30-of-44.html' title='30 of 44'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-109980724641392093</id><published>2004-11-06T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:00:46.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie</title><content type='html'>Took one son and one daughter to see the Incredibles today. What great joy to hear a 5 year old laugh out loud. Then he had to run like Dash. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-109980724641392093?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/109980724641392093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=109980724641392093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109980724641392093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109980724641392093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2004/11/movie.html' title='A Movie'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-109971879494637944</id><published>2004-11-05T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T23:26:34.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Day</title><content type='html'>I spent the day with my five year old son. He asks me, "Is today a boy day?" Today it was. Nothing more fun than a five year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-109971879494637944?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/109971879494637944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=109971879494637944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109971879494637944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109971879494637944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2004/11/boy-day.html' title='Boy Day'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-109874773247575349</id><published>2004-10-25T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:42:12.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 25</title><content type='html'>I found it difficult to post this last month. Not that anyone has read this or ever will. I will consider it a note to self! I spent a great deal of time deconstruting part of a church building. I rather enjoyed the destruction with a purpose. Now, the reshaping has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-109874773247575349?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/109874773247575349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=109874773247575349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109874773247575349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109874773247575349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-25.html' title='October 25'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-109433157268134440</id><published>2004-09-04T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T15:59:32.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Home</title><content type='html'>After a summer of a great deal of travel. It is nice to be home for the weekend. Labor Day has become one of my favorite holidays because of this. Cleaning has become much more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-109433157268134440?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/109433157268134440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=109433157268134440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109433157268134440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109433157268134440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2004/09/staying-home.html' title='Staying Home'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193811.post-109427255746764690</id><published>2004-09-04T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:02:05.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>Why are we satisfied with things that are too small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193811-109427255746764690?l=thenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/109427255746764690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193811&amp;postID=109427255746764690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109427255746764690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193811/posts/default/109427255746764690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenderson.blogspot.com/2004/09/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the Box'/><author><name>Tim Henderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165929827022889492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1T1HDNspecI/TH3Rwz-ZkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cNQs4wjmf34/S220/fingerhank2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
