<?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-20496442</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:52:00.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Waddell</title><subtitle type='html'>Observations of life in the Kingdom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1016151933312020758</id><published>2009-06-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:48:14.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations of a city</title><content type='html'>You love this city and yet it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;You love these people and yet they turn their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your heart longs for them to be united with you and yet their hearts are hard&lt;br /&gt;Your song over them is to protect and save&lt;br /&gt;Their song to you is where are you, who are you&lt;br /&gt;You reach out and your hands seem broken for we are your hands and we don’t reach&lt;br /&gt;You go to them and yet your feet don’t move because we are your feet&lt;br /&gt;You love them and yet we don’t love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN YOUR BODY!!! RESTORE YOUR PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN THIS CITY!&lt;br /&gt;BREAK OUR HEARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear away the things that keep us from you. &lt;br /&gt;Tear down these things we call your church and build the church promised in your Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is ever reaching&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is ever loving&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are ever healing&lt;br /&gt;Your feet are ever going&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is ever teaching&lt;br /&gt;Your Blood covers all our sin&lt;br /&gt;Your Life teaches abundance&lt;br /&gt;Your Death teaches us obedience&lt;br /&gt;Your resurrection teaches us your divinity&lt;br /&gt;Your return teaches us promise&lt;br /&gt;You are forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN YOUR BODY&lt;br /&gt;RESTORE YOUR PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN THIS CITY!&lt;br /&gt;BREAK OUR HEARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alone are the answer for our city&lt;br /&gt;You alone hold the key to our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your city, we are your people&lt;br /&gt;This is your kingdom, we are your servants&lt;br /&gt;This is your city, we are forgiven&lt;br /&gt;This is your kingdom, we are YOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have called us friend and now we call you Master&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1016151933312020758?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1016151933312020758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1016151933312020758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1016151933312020758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1016151933312020758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2009/06/observations-of-city.html' title='Observations of a city'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-4966171740621835290</id><published>2009-04-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:00:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Joy</title><content type='html'>The beauty of today is that every moment has purpose.  Moment by moment Jesus abides in us, thus when we abide in Him every moment has purpose.  The perfect Christian life is you now as a believer, you have all the Jesus you'll ever need right now.  Rest in that!  Today choose to love others in Jesus, it will change your entire outlook on the day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out www.abideinternational.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-4966171740621835290?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/4966171740621835290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=4966171740621835290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/4966171740621835290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/4966171740621835290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-joy.html' title='Today&apos;s Joy'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-8516460346789581844</id><published>2008-06-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:10:07.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Douglas Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-8516460346789581844?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/8516460346789581844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=8516460346789581844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8516460346789581844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8516460346789581844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-may-not-have-gone-where-i-intended-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-386303493033785051</id><published>2008-05-18T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:09:10.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought from Eugene H. Patterson</title><content type='html'>"I am busy because I am lazy.  I indolently let others decide what I will do instead of resolutely deciding myself...If I vainly crowd my day with conspicuous activity or let others fill my day with imperious demands, I don't have time to do my proper work, the work to which I have been called.  How can I lead people into the quiet place beside the still waters if I am in perpetual motion?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-386303493033785051?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/386303493033785051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=386303493033785051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/386303493033785051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/386303493033785051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-from-eugene-h-patterson.html' title='Thought from Eugene H. Patterson'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1124842238787838227</id><published>2008-05-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:19:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been intensely emotional.  I have been angry, I’ve been sad, I’ve been happy every time I’ve heard my wife’s voice or my son’s cry.  But deep inside there has been a quiet contentment that isn’t controlled by my emotions, not by my circumstances, but by something simple.  My contentment has rested solely in what I have claimed to have had as the center of my very existence, but I have failed to understand contentment until the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of joy, contentment, or even happiness is just that, an idea or a dream if the center of our lives isn’t firmly set on Christ.  The dreams that I have dreamed have all but died or at least the road that I would have chosen to achieve them have shifted dramatically, and yet there is a peace that I am just where I should be.   I have a history of becoming restless, seeking for the next thing, the next idol built in my honor.  Today I have no fear of tomorrow, for I finally understand that tomorrow can worry about itself.  We are being made today for what we will be and what we will do tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are always looking forward, or even from side to side, thinking that the grass must be greener on the other side we miss the point of abundant life.  When Christ said he came to give abundant life he said that joy and contentment would be the fruit of that abundant life, but that cannot exist without an understanding of our security in Christ.  When we allow ourselves to place our fears about tomorrow at his feet we then begin to rest in the peace and security that is found in his arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1124842238787838227?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1124842238787838227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1124842238787838227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1124842238787838227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1124842238787838227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2008/05/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-3041393211451123492</id><published>2008-01-17T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:55:12.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought from Elisabeth Elliott</title><content type='html'>The Christian has no right to ask the destination, it is the job of the Christian to daily submit to the sovereign will of God.  If we do this the destination is sure and the outcome a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-3041393211451123492?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/3041393211451123492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=3041393211451123492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3041393211451123492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3041393211451123492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-from-elisabeth-elliott.html' title='Thought from Elisabeth Elliott'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-6620817953755697892</id><published>2007-12-25T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T11:00:28.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/R3FTM5XxZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/2TRiu11_6Eg/s1600-h/n55703479_33666843_8037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/R3FTM5XxZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/2TRiu11_6Eg/s320/n55703479_33666843_8037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147987330085251058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Christmas it is.  We were blessed this week with the most amazing Christmas gift we've ever received.  Gabriel Thomas was born 12/20 at 3:47PM.  He was 7lbs 9ozs. 20 1/4 inches long and drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers throughout the past year.  Please continue to pray for strength, health, and most importantly that Gabriel grow to know Christ and His abundance and grace more with each day that passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-6620817953755697892?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/6620817953755697892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=6620817953755697892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/6620817953755697892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/6620817953755697892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/R3FTM5XxZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/2TRiu11_6Eg/s72-c/n55703479_33666843_8037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-6348159386397850810</id><published>2007-12-25T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:53:56.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>'It is the most ungodly and dangerous business to abandon the certain and revealed will of God in order to search in to the hidden mysteries of God.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-6348159386397850810?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/6348159386397850810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=6348159386397850810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/6348159386397850810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/6348159386397850810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/12/thought-on-grace.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-8440693471068795239</id><published>2007-11-29T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:30:02.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure vs. Success</title><content type='html'>If you don't have the right to fail and you are constantly being protected from failure, you can never truly succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-8440693471068795239?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/8440693471068795239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=8440693471068795239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8440693471068795239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8440693471068795239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/failure-vs-success.html' title='Failure vs. Success'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-4568249594750299466</id><published>2007-11-24T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:03:57.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought on Grace</title><content type='html'>God does not basically give grace because there is a need, but God gives grace because He is a gracious God. - Johnnie Foglander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-4568249594750299466?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/4568249594750299466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=4568249594750299466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/4568249594750299466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/4568249594750299466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/thought-on-grace.html' title='Thought on Grace'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-699279095673845423</id><published>2007-11-23T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:19:23.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For this I am Thankful</title><content type='html'>My beautiful wife Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeous son Gabriel who I have not yet had the privilege to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, God fearing parents who weren't afraid to raise a son in the way he should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship that extends from the past well into the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men who stand in my life as mentors and friends who aren't afraid to speak truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to do life together with men and women who seek passionately after the ways of the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life that I do not deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Savior that made it possible to live abundantly now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign Hands, that guide, protect, provide, and comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to speak to my generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of knowing that I am His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed Vision for my life, my family, my friends, the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church spread throughout the world, living out daily the Glory of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful, I am undeserving, I am humbled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-699279095673845423?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/699279095673845423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=699279095673845423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/699279095673845423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/699279095673845423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-this-i-am-thankful.html' title='For this I am Thankful'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1100473139368528811</id><published>2007-11-13T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:17:44.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>Living for others, is a means of grace. We give because of our faith, and it deepens as we give. If we permit ourselves to give casually, we are really teaching contempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1100473139368528811?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1100473139368528811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1100473139368528811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1100473139368528811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1100473139368528811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1923365592528788134</id><published>2007-11-11T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:02:14.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Boomers!</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else watch 60 Minutes tonight?  Especially the segment on the "Millenials"?  My generation is seemingly pathetic.  Work ethic seems to have been replaced with entitlement.  As a leader I am appalled by my peers, get off your butts, turn off your IPods and get your hands dirty.  Future CEO? Hardly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune 500, please do not hire my generation until it learns to work and enjoy it.  Just because an institution, that once held some sense of credibility, gave them a degree in underwater basket weaving, it doesn't tell you how they've led, how they've earned the right to sit at the table, it doesn't even tell you that they know how to do what you're hiring them to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint when hiring a hipster, we've never been told no.  If you want to weed out the worst of us, make us earn the right to lead, don't give it to someone because of their pedigree or how cool they seem.  Give them entry level positions and make them work their way up. Don't be afraid to say no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone isn't willing to sweat and sacrifice, I won't follow them, and hopefully no one else will either.  If they want to play video games at work they have two options, get a job making video games or move back in with mom and dad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, take away retirement plans, your generation should be the last to have that travesty thrust upon them. We're lazy enough, we shouldn't mark our calendars with the day we get to become even lazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this sounds a bit critical, that's because it is.  You see there are a few of us in the "millenial" crowd who have chosen to focus on becoming real leaders who have dirt under our fingernails and work in a way that our grandparents would be proud of.  Don't judge the us all by the standards of the majority.  Let those of us who are called to speak into our generation have time make a difference.  Don't give up hope, hard workers with intellect and a sense of purpose do exist.  But just like in your generation the nut jobs got all the airtime, so it is with ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So World, I apologize for my peers on 60 minutes, they don't represent us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1923365592528788134?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1923365592528788134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1923365592528788134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1923365592528788134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1923365592528788134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/attention-boomers.html' title='Attention Boomers!'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-5542027211818557385</id><published>2007-11-11T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:37:06.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful life.  Today we enjoyed a little down time, went to church, hung out with each other, and in a few minutes I'll be watching the Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life God has blessed us with is beautiful beyond description.  Our team is not simply coworkers but our best friends.  We live, work, make decisions, worship, and have a lot of fun together.  This weekend our friends through an amazing baby shower for Katie, while all of us guys had an awesome night of guy time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for sharing this life with Katie and I.  We are blessed beyond measure to simply live this life with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-5542027211818557385?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/5542027211818557385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=5542027211818557385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5542027211818557385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5542027211818557385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-9082966132166694006</id><published>2007-11-10T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:25:37.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving our mark</title><content type='html'>Sculptor Korczak Ziolkowski was invited by the Sioux Chief Standing Bear to carve a memorial to the Indian People.  A television documentary covered the progress of the carving of Crazy Horse into a hue granite face of the Yellow Stone Mountains.  Clearly this work was going to exceed the life span of the sculptor.  He has since died and the sculpture is far from complete.  Yet his children continue his work.  Current estimates are that it will be completed without federal funding by the year 2050.  The sculpture of the warrior astride a stallion will be 563 feet tall.  That’s eight feet higher than the Washington Monument and nine times as high as the faces of the four American Presidents carved in Mount Rushmore, just a few miles north of Crazy Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go to such effort?  In an interview late sculptor said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life on earth is over, the world will ask just one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do what you were supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Michaelangelo was painting the Sistine Chapel he was told: Don’t you know you can lose your life?!? His reply? What else is life for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two artists from different eras had a similar view of their work.  The question to you this morning is this.  What is your life work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people do great things, but have no contentment.  Others know that they have accomplished what they were created to do.  Paul the apostle, and pioneer of the early church said this.  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race.  Yet Michaelangelo had no assurance of his spiritual prospects after death.  John Wesley founded a movement that far exceeded his years.  His counterpart, Whitfield, did amazing things, and yet even a brief look at his life finds a lack of contentment, he himself said that he had built a rope made of sand.  Jesus’ words to His Father was this,  I have brought you glory on earth by completing the work you have sent me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By contrast Pancho Villa’s last words on earth when the US Military had tried him and sentenced him to death were this.  “Don’t let it end this way, Tell them I said something.”  How about you, will you be searching for words on your death bed or will you say as Christ said, I have brought you glory, because I have done what you sent me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.  How do I find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let’s look at a few things, First, there’s your part.  ‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This includes your cooperation in simple steps of obedience that increase your understanding, preparing for and walking into the Creator’s purposes for you.  Your availability in God’s hands as he weaves together the tapestry of your life, pulls, knots, and polishes the strands of your being.  Submission, Obedience and availability.  That’s your part.  Do you want to live a life that leaves a mark?  Commit your life to making Jesus the central figure of who you are, Submit yourself to the leadership of the Holy Spirit, and Give yourself to only that which is pleasing to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there’s our Part, then there’s the Sovereign Part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This consists of the deliberate drawing together of those threads, the tapestry that is your life, that have been woven together for as long as you have been alive in a way that reveals your calling.  What are the God given passions deep down inside.  What has He equipped you to do.  What are you weaknesses that when submitted His strength is found.  The wonderful thing about the sovereignty of God is that it will always be revealed if we commit ourselves to seeing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your part, the Sovereign Part, The end part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening, understanding, realizing that yes indeed, this thing being birthed within me is what my life is for.  It is my divine calling, it is my life’s work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your mark is not setting about to do great things.  Leaving one’s mark comes through setting one’s face toward a walk of obedience that is carried to completion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard recently a dear friend say that one of the reasons the church isn’t realizing it’s full potential is because we aren’t focusing on the right things, we aren’t focusing on anything consistently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are men not content, because they lost their focus.  No longer are our families our focus, but our careers, our money, our position are now our focus.  Why are families falling apart?  Because we have lost our focus, families don’t even eat together at the dinner table anymore, we’re too busy running off to soccer games or dance recitals.  Why are we so tired?  Because we think that true rest only comes when we’re on vacation.  If we can’t rest in our homes, how dare we think we can rest anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting one’s face towards a walk of obedience requires focus that will last until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without vision, the people will perish, how often have we heard this preached.  How often have we been told that we must conquer the world. So we set forth with our mighty programs, and ideas of grandeur and we attack hell with barrels blazing only to find that we are carrying water pistols.  I think what that verse is saying is simply this, we must have a vision, for our families, for ourselves, and for those we do life together with, and that in and of itself will change the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our focus must be sure, our focus must be consistent, and our focus must centered in Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To leave our mark we must know our purpose, our life’s work.  To accomplish that we must obey, and listen.  Once we know our life’s work we must commit to it, with our focus never wavering, even if the grass is greener on the other side and there are better offers on the table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us each the privilege of serving Him.  With that He has given each of specific Callings, we are all called to something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fought the good fight, I have kept the faith, I have finished my course.  Those are the words of a man who knew he had left a mark.  What will yours be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-9082966132166694006?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/9082966132166694006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=9082966132166694006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/9082966132166694006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/9082966132166694006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-our-mark.html' title='Leaving our mark'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-686498130005299348</id><published>2007-09-22T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:12:35.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Why do we speak conditionally about permanent truths eternally, bread by a society of faux philosophers who are little more than philistines? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a friend...wanted to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-686498130005299348?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/686498130005299348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=686498130005299348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/686498130005299348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/686498130005299348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-3571525917763547178</id><published>2007-08-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:21:38.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation's Song - Spoken Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RsaBXGVX7HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fs5pwJFPAUQ/s1600-h/2007+Vacation+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RsaBXGVX7HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fs5pwJFPAUQ/s320/2007+Vacation+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099905861880900722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here and listen to your creation I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How a God could create such beauty and the man he created to protect it would take it in vain as we do.&lt;br /&gt;I here the sound of crickets and frogs sing a chorus of wonder into the starlit night for all who will listen and hear.&lt;br /&gt;To hear that creation itself will sing of your goodness if man will not&lt;br /&gt;That the stars that shine above shine out of your power and light and yet we fail to see your glory as a comet races by&lt;br /&gt;The night is dark, but in the darkest of night creation sings it’s hallelujahs while man is silent&lt;br /&gt;Why would I be silent, if my reason for silence isn’t to listen for the sound of creations song? &lt;br /&gt;Why is my silence screaming so loud that I cannot hear your voice?&lt;br /&gt;What is in my heart that hides my face from your glory and my lips from your praise?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I sit under the starlit sky may the light of your glory become so bright that even with eyes closed I rest and soak in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I listen to the song of the wild may my lips form the words to praise you my creator and king&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as the cricket sings your lullaby may my life begin to reflect worship that only the maker of all creation deserves?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could create such beauty?  And who could deny Him His praise?&lt;br /&gt;The rocks have no right to cry out as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;It is my privilege, no my honor to lift my voice in praise and offer my life as a sacrifice of worship on the altar of service before you&lt;br /&gt;No the rocks will not cry out as long as I have breath, it is my calling that the praise of my life be such that all who meet me meet my creator&lt;br /&gt;It is for His service that I was born, it is for His service that I live&lt;br /&gt;All other pursuits are vanity, all other dreams become nightmares&lt;br /&gt;If it does not come from you my king, who makes the stars to conduct this symphony of praise upon my ears, I do not desire it&lt;br /&gt;As the psalmist declares, let the people praise you Oh God, let all the peoples praise you&lt;br /&gt;For then they shall see your glory and join in this chorus that permeates the earth as the waters cover the sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-3571525917763547178?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/3571525917763547178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=3571525917763547178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3571525917763547178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3571525917763547178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/08/creations-song-spoken-word.html' title='Creation&apos;s Song - Spoken Word'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RsaBXGVX7HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fs5pwJFPAUQ/s72-c/2007+Vacation+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-69764108855444050</id><published>2007-07-26T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:19:16.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought on Work</title><content type='html'>Work is the simple prayer of our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-69764108855444050?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/69764108855444050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=69764108855444050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/69764108855444050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/69764108855444050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/07/thought-on-work.html' title='Thought on Work'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-5651778157777208325</id><published>2007-07-21T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:29:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer of Silence</title><content type='html'>I like to call it my Cave time...A time when I can simply sit and listen, a time where the chaos is silenced for a time of silent contemplation, a time to listen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of prayer is powerful concept. However it is often misunderstood.  We are taught, or maybe we just hear what we want, that the idea of prayer is an always open petition line between man and God.  A time where we boldly come before the throne and tell God what we think we need.  And this is true, there is a power in the fact that we have the ability to speak with authority to the creator and make known our requests.  But sadly most of us end there.  Of course we all know there is more, but in practice, we stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of life, in the midst of chaos where is peace? Where is contentment?  I believe it is in the voice of God.  A voice that is often missed because we fail to be silent.  Sometimes this silence is literal, we get alone, we seek God in the quiet place. Other times we must find this silence in the middle of our day when life doesn't allow for quiet contemplation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence isn't always stopping the noise around us, it is simply stopping the noise within.  It is allowing the voice of God to be revealed within our being.  To hear this voice, to know this voice I think we need to practice the prayer of silence.  Where we simply quiet our spirits, knowing that our troubles and cares are in the hands of a soveriegn God, and listening for His leading, His guidance, His comfort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that silence isn't possible within a troubled spirit...I say that is true unless you believe that a God that can calm the seas can calm our spirit.  Chaos and turmoil disrupting our spirit is a matter submission, not of circumstance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The submitted heart can always find silence in chaos.  If circumstances control the attitude of the heart one will never find joy in the silence of prayer, because the prayer of silence requires releasing control and submitting our story to a greater story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my people pray...I will hear...I will heal... I will forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my people submit...What would happen?&lt;br /&gt;If my people obey...What would happen?&lt;br /&gt;If my people listen...What would happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-5651778157777208325?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/5651778157777208325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=5651778157777208325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5651778157777208325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5651778157777208325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayer-of-silence.html' title='The Prayer of Silence'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-6151972901436719201</id><published>2007-07-12T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:10:14.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A BOY</title><content type='html'>We just got back from the doctor, where we found out that we're having a BOY!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the continued health of baby and momma.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for wisdom and guidance as we bring this little one into the world.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for all those poor little girls hearts who I'm sure he'll break just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;Pray that he looks like his mom&lt;br /&gt;Pray that our child will know God in a very real and personal way&lt;br /&gt;Pray that he grows in love for Christ as he grows in stature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited that God has chosen us to raise this child...We know that it takes an entire community to raise a child in the way he should go, for those of you who share in our lives we are excited that our son will have such an amazing community of faith, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-6151972901436719201?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/6151972901436719201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=6151972901436719201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/6151972901436719201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/6151972901436719201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-boy.html' title='IT&apos;S A BOY'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-5858441437025939370</id><published>2007-06-23T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:10:42.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The way a man thinks dictates his circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong cannot help the weak until the weak understands he needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking for other people is hard, thinking for yourself is harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who thinks rightly, does justly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart that is pure has a mind that has clean thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretical thinking is worthless without action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy is not helpful if not proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is useless if righteous living is not pursued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a vision does not include the souls of man, it is no vision at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who does not enjoy work, does not understand the will of the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who speaks without earning the right to be heard hurts only himself, the men who let him speak hurt all who listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-5858441437025939370?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/5858441437025939370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=5858441437025939370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5858441437025939370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5858441437025939370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-3433875164027390430</id><published>2007-06-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:08:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Why haven't you posted any new blogs???</title><content type='html'>Well, life is busy, and God is good, that's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've realized that life is to be lived and then written about, not spoken of in theoretical contexts.  Therefore, our writings shouldn't be about what should be or how things could be better, rather they should be about what has been done or how we are actively trying to improve the world we live in. Too often we write as if we are the final authority on life, scripture, theology, etc. Yet when the truth is known, our lives aren't being lived well, our stewardship of Godly gifts is off the charts corrupt and we judge with our writings in a way that we wouldn't dare judge ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I write about the marketplace if I'm not in it?  How can a pastor speak to a church about how they should act at work when the only work he did this week was spend 15 hours too long on a sermon about how you should act at work.  What right does someone have to speak with authority on things that they are not and refuse to live out?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to write as an authority on a medical condition you would expect me to be a doctor, one who specializes in that field.  So where do we come off as pastors, writers, teachers writing on subject matter that we aren't living out.   I'm sick of reading books by men who have never worked an honest day in there life and yet they feel as if they have a grip on the real world.  So what, you have a degree from a seminary, you have a PhD, that's great, but if you want to write you better have fruit to back it up not pedigree and papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By fruit I don't mean a mega church (see previous mega church blog).  By fruit, I mean that your life is raw, dangerous, painful at times, hard, but full of joy, peace, abundance, life.  The proof is in the pudding, not in the pages of books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mike why haven't you written in a while? Well, I've been making pudding, not wasting time writing about things I have yet to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-3433875164027390430?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/3433875164027390430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=3433875164027390430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3433875164027390430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3433875164027390430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/06/mike-why-havent-you-posted-any-new.html' title='Mike Why haven&apos;t you posted any new blogs???'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-5234744397552311328</id><published>2007-05-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:22:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jerry Falwell - 1933-2007</title><content type='html'>This morning I received news just as the rest of the world did, that my friend, Jerry Falwell had passed away.  The emotional tug of war that took place following the call was something not easily forgotten.  For the better part of my adult life Dr. Falwell was more than a man on a stage or that conservative nut job.  Jerry was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my first "adult" jobs was with Jerry.  Riding around in the Suburban I'll never forget the man who impacted my life on so many levels.  As years went by and distance separated those rides, my phone rang occasionally with a simple deep voice saying, "How's it goin Mike?  I'm proud of you, I'm praying for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our politics never exactly lined up, Jerry being the Neo-Con and I being a strict Constitutionalist, however there was a common bond even in our disagreement, an intense love for this country.  Some may disagree, but Jerry was a great patriot leader and our country is better because of his presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sense of humor will always stay with me, whether it was driving on the sidewalk to run down a student or throwing you over the couch with those massive fists, he was always the prankster.  To live the life he lived without humor would have been impossible, thank you Jerry for making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry's theology was neither here nor there, he had his beliefs and he stood by them.  But he had a heart that was always open to change, but only if he was convinced it was of God.  From hymns to DC Talk Jerry showed us a side that most of us aren't willing to open up.  Thanks Jerry for showing that change is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jerry I will remember isn't the man who left an empire or a legacy.  Everyone else will write about that.  The Jerry I remember was a man who simply wanted you to know Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend today said that Jerry was a leader for his day and age.  The 70's and 80's needed a man like him to stand with a mighty voice and proclaim a righteous God.  The torch has been passed, leadership doesn't look like it did 30 years ago.  But one thing remains the same, we have seen that every generation needs someone to stand in the gap.  Jerry stood, now it's our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest with your Jesus, Jerry.  You always said you'd sleep when you died, well sir you have earned your rest. I'll miss you and I'll always know that you were my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-5234744397552311328?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/5234744397552311328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=5234744397552311328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5234744397552311328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5234744397552311328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/05/dr-jerry-falwell-1933-2007.html' title='Dr. Jerry Falwell - 1933-2007'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1926636543016304946</id><published>2007-04-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:03:32.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek first the Kingdom</title><content type='html'>What does this mean?  What does it mean to go to the ends of the earth?  Are we commanded to make converts or is that Jesus' job?  If so what does it mean to make disciples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions and many more are large part of the journey we are on.  Along with the questions, are values that not only shape but are ultimate goals of the way we live our lives.  Are these values Kingdom values?  If so, then am I seeking the Kingdom first or do ministry and dreams get in the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path that we are on doesn't lend time to waste, so the choices we make reveal the true character of who we are.  Much of my life this hasn't been the case, I could hide behind the sexiness of full time ministry.  Today there is no shield to hind behind.  And to be quite honest, I've been forced to mature and grow up in ways that would have never happened if I had stayed in the institution.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it look like if we took away the shield of ministry and exposed the private lives of pastors and church leaders across America?  Would we all go to church on Sunday when we realize that these men are no better than us?  That they have no more Jesus than the rest of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful today that the veil has been removed and values have replaced what I once hid behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life we live definitely isn't sexy, but the fruit of today's actions will last much longer than anything accomplished without the values we now hold dear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek first the Kingdom and we'll discover who we are when no one is looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1926636543016304946?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1926636543016304946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1926636543016304946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1926636543016304946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1926636543016304946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/04/seek-first-kingdom.html' title='Seek first the Kingdom'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-8836107718341844906</id><published>2007-04-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:10:26.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Worship</title><content type='html'>And after the fall God cursed work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that is how those of us in the West tend to look at it. Fortunately for us this was never God's intention.  In fact I believe just the opposite, that work is a source of joy and strength.  Labor is the fruit of walking with God and caring for His people.  Below, I wrote a one line statement that sums up my thoughts, The harder I work the more fun I have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most this statement is absurd.  Work for the American is merely a means to an end, a way to support a lifestyle.  What I would suggest is that our work is where the character of private lifestyle is revealed.  Katie and I are asked rather frequently why we don't receive support as missionaries living here in the city, my response is usually this, why should anyone receive support if they are physically able to work.  The idea of brokering breadcrumbs for the advancement of the Gospel is ridiculous.  The ability to work is a gift and to live off the work of others is a slap in the face to the one who gave the gift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created work for the enjoyment of man; he gave him dominion over the land, to take care of the land and animals, to walk with God in His work of creation.  When man fell into sin, only man was cursed with the sweat of his brow and the land was cursed with thorns and thistles, the idea of work was still to commune with the Almighty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I learned the value of hard work, at an early age I was out on the farm working the garden, mowing the lawn, chopping trees.  This ethic of hard work served a dual purpose, at face value it gave me the tools I needed to advance quickly and work circles around those I worked with.  On a much deeper level, I now realize, although I didn't at the time, that I was learning the way of God and at a very early age I was introduced to His will for all mankind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The welfare system exists today because we have learned that God cursed work therefore the joy of God cannot be found in it.  We have been shaped by the thought of retirement and a sense of entitlement that is not found in the scripture.  I fully believe that God has been at work since the beginning of time and has not thoughts of retirement.  Where did we get the idea that working hard for 35 years gives one the right to search the beach for seashells for the final 30 years of life?  I agree with Piper when he calls the idea of retirement the greatest tragedy of modern American consumerism.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the call of this generation is to begin to redeem the value and the joy of hard work.  Our community of faith is entrenched in the Joy of work everyday.  Together we will take great risks and see great results, but this will never come without the sweat equity of hard work.  Without work knowledge and education is futile.  The right to set at the table doesn't come from your pedigree or papers it comes from one's willingness to roll up his sleeves and get dirty.  That is where we find a great communion with the Joy of God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I try, I cannot come close to describing the joy of sweating and "tilling the soil" with my brothers in the simple pursuit of what God has placed before us.  The harder I work the more fun I have, doesn't fit with the American psyche, but then most things of God won't fit in our neat little boxes of entitlement.  When we learn that God himself, wanting to walk in communion with us is the greatest gift we realize that work isn't a means to an end, it is simply a lifestyle of Worship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I have been asked many times, what is my dream?  I can answer that today without thoughts of grandeur or lofty pursuits.  My dream is to work.  To serve God, to serve man, to serve my wife, my children.  To pursue what has been placed before me regardless of what it is.  My dream is to experience the abundance and joy of the Kingdom.  My dream is to work harder and have more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-8836107718341844906?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/8836107718341844906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=8836107718341844906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8836107718341844906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8836107718341844906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-and-worship.html' title='Work and Worship'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-7721736430233568719</id><published>2007-04-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:52:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The harder I work the more fun I have......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-7721736430233568719?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/7721736430233568719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=7721736430233568719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/7721736430233568719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/7721736430233568719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/04/harder-i-work-more-fun-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-8423690164849812091</id><published>2007-03-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:17:01.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit vs Flash</title><content type='html'>In about 11 hours I will be speaking on the missional life.  A life devoted to being rather than consumed with doing.  As I sit here and prepare my thoughts for tomorrow I am increasingly grateful for the examples of missional living around us.  The friends that God has given us are committed to simply being the people of God where they are, not needing to sale themselves to anyone or explain what they're doing to those who ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled by such men and women and long to become such a man.  A man who is accountable to his friends and to God.  Not controlled by the latest trends in the church or the hierarchy thereof.  The impact of the church as a people rather than an institution is sometimes unseen by the physical eye that is trained to look for flashy results and shows that would put broadway to shame.  While I know that we could produce a helluva show and attract large crowds easily, it is equally as obvious that that in no way would transform a city, much less an individual's relationship with an almighty God.  It is only through lifestyles committed to the simplicity of the gospel and love of Christ that true fruit is produced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a tree produce an apple by screaming, hey look at me, I'm the best tree around, I sway to the breeze just right and I rock out only to the best tweeting birds in town.  No, the tree quietly lives its life as a tree and produces fruit.  So may the follower simply produce fruit and not long for the recognition of the orchard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-8423690164849812091?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/8423690164849812091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=8423690164849812091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8423690164849812091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/8423690164849812091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-about-11-hours-i-will-be-speaking-on.html' title='Fruit vs Flash'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-999925805503088709</id><published>2007-03-13T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:39:43.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarcity</title><content type='html'>Sin, understandably, is the root of injustice, the source of pain, and lack of love in the world.  Sin is the one thing that we all have in common with each other.  We are all sinners, we all have the ability and the know how to sin.  I hate sin, and yet I am a sinner.  The inference here would be that since I hate sin, I must therefore, hate myself.  I think the thing that causes one to live in scarcity and fear is the mentality that sin has control over me, rather than I am delivered from sin, and if I do sin, I can take responsibility for it, turn from it, and never do it again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that being a slave to scarcity and fear for fear of sinning is as much of a sin as the prostitute or the thief.  If I live my life in such a way that causes me to build walls of isolation so that I sin not, I continue to sin because I am commanded to live life abundantly so that my fruit may lead others to Christ. The sin of scarcity in the church is often associated with selfish intentions.  I cannot give because of ...  I cannot go because ... I cannot ... because ... The because should never be anything but that by doing something I fail to give honor to the Father.  Our selfishness comes into play when we aren't willing to give our last dollar or our material possessions.  The sin is not the lack of action, but it is the heart that causes the body to not act.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a city that is ruled by the sin of fear and scarcity.  Everywhere you turn people are angry, afraid, and hopeless.  These are people who start out with good intentions and "pure" ambitions.  Their anger, fear, and hopelessness is a direct fruit of the sin of scarcity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus speaks clearly that he came so that we could have the abundant life.  The message of the gospel is more than the cross, salvation is here and now as well as eternity.  In Christ we lack nothing, there is no need for scarcity only stewardship.  There is deep sin in the heart of the man who lives out of scarcity for he knows not the abundance of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarcity makes you angry, it makes you afraid of tomorrow.  2 Timothy 1:7 is clear that we are not to be given to fear, the gospels say do not worry about tomorrow.  It is this fear that causes us to sin, actually this fear is sin and deeper than that, this sin is the fruit of the sin of scarcity.  The church is often ruled by scarce thinking and fearful decisions by narcissistic leaders, when the truth is that all of us have the same amount of Jesus as the pastor the leads or the teacher that teaches.  We all have something to contribute to the collaboration of the church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is no greater than your vision and vice versa.  The scarcity driven ruler mobilizes around his dream and shoots down any dream that he deems in contrast to his.  This is sin.  The sin of scarcity causes any leader to fail to care for the souls of the people he is leading.  You see it's simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin makes you stupid (Thanks Ken)...&lt;br /&gt;But in Christ we Lack nothing (again Thanks Ken)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lead out of abundance, live out of abundance, love out of abundance...Sin can't abide where abundance in Christ reigns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-999925805503088709?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/999925805503088709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=999925805503088709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/999925805503088709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/999925805503088709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/03/scarcity.html' title='Scarcity'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1564008466455799227</id><published>2007-03-05T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:59:49.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father's Business - Partial Transcript FCSBC March 4, 2007</title><content type='html'>Luke 2:41-49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we come together this morning we realize that we are here for a purpose.  I think we would all agree that each of us has a divine call to follow God and to serve God.  Our hearts desire God, I trust that is why you are here this morning.  Some of you may be here because this is where you think good Christians go on Sunday mornings, so you’re here out of obligation.  Some of you may be here because it would shame your family’s name if you weren’t in church every time the doors are open.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your reason for coming this morning, I am personally glad that you chose to come today.  Not because I think you should be here every time the doors are open, nor because I think you should be here at all.  In fact, you all know me well enough to know that I do not hold the four walls of the church any more sacred than the dinner you will have with your family and friends later tonight or more sacred than the job you will do tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad you’re here this morning because we’re going to dive into something that I think we miss all to often, and honestly this topic is a topic of life changing proportion.  Not because I’m preaching it, but because this is the basics of faith and calling, and if we don’t get this we might as well pack it up and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus was just 12 years old he did what most 12 year old boys do, he separated himself from what was expected and went off exploring.  Three days into his adventure his parents found him in the temple, listening, participating, and teaching the chief teachers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the distress and even anger that Mary and Joseph had toward Jesus when they found him.  Jesus should be glad that he didn’t have my parents because, I got lost for a half hour in Kmart one time and I got the spanking of a lifetime, I can only imagine what they would have done after 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that came from the mouth of Jesus as a 12 year old boy are profound and prophetic, yet overlooked by scholars, theologians, pastors, and teachers.  And because they are overlooked by those whom we trust to teach us, they are often overlooked, by businessmen, accountants, lawyers, doctors, construction workers, and wood refinishers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary and Joseph found young Jesus in the temple the conversation probably sounded a little like this; young man where have you been, don’t you know that your mother and I were very worried, and now we’re very angry, you shouldn’t run off like that.  “But mom, dad, don’t you know why I was sent here?  Remember those angels?  I was sent here to do my Father’s business.  It must be done, and you are a big part of that business.  I’m sorry I didn’t get your permission, but I have to do my Father’s business.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next line in scripture is pretty intense, they did not understand what he was saying, but Mary kept the things in her heart and treasured them.  Why would Mary treasure what had worried her?  I think it is because she was suddenly reminded of that night when she was told that she was going to be the mother of the Savior of the world.  She realized that her part in the Father’s business was big, and to her no other treasure could come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I want us to talk about this thing Jesus was devoted to, doing the Father’s Business.  Did you know that the same word used here for business is the same word used interchangeably for business and ministry.  There is no difference between the two.  Whenever Scripture speaks of business or church ministry it uses the same word, the really cool thing is that this is consistent in the Greek of the NT and the Hebrew of the old.  I think there is a significant message for us to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I had a customer tell me that I didn’t need a platform or a pulpit, she said that my Nhance team had shown more Christ in one day than all the preachers she had ever listened to.  That statement, quite honestly, has caused a great amount of grief in my spirit.  Why? Because I personally like having a platform or standing behind the pulpit.  But her words pierced deep, deep enough to cause me to realize that what I am doing right here and now is of no greater importance than what I do when I scrub floors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I submit to you today, once again, that if what we do in here doesn’t spill into the streets out there, then we have no business doing it.  If what you do in here doesn’t effect every aspect of your life, your business, out there then stay at home and get the extra 2 hours of sleep, because that is more useful to you than listening to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we hold the pulpit to an elevated position.  People react one way when I say that I am a pastor, and another when I say that I refinish wood.   My customer this week opened my eyes to see that the those of us who lift up the pulpit forget those who have been hurt by the church, we abandon those who are too ashamed to come near a steeple, we judge those who live a different lifestyle.  Instead of lifting up the pulpit I suggest that we live as Jesus lived, we together, live our lives working on the Father’s Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Father’s Business you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we see that answer in Jesus.  To be an example for imitation.  Jesus never made a command that he had not already lived out in front of his disciples.  To be about the Father’s Business is to be an imitator of Jesus Christ and then to be an example for imitation among the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that Jesus said follow me, rather than come to my church on Sunday?  It is because he knew the value of apprenticeship and encouraged those who wanted to be about the Father’s business to literally take up their cross and become like Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what the very word Christian means, Like Christ, or little Christ.  I doubt that in my own life I deserve that title most of the time and yet that is what we proudly proclaim that we are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are truly about the Father’s business then we have no need to bestow titles upon ourselves, like pastor, or bishop, or elder, much less Christian.  The world would recognize who we are imitating and be compelled to either scoff or become imitators themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern era that we have lived in since the 15th century is ending, and with the ending of modernity society inevitably will change with it.  What is the Father’s business in this new age of communication or postmodernity?  I suggest that it is the same as it was when Jesus first said it, the Father’s business is to be the ultimate example of the Father’s kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we go about the Father’s business?  How do we become imitators of Christ?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we must first recognize the very Spirit of Christ.  What was the impelling power that made Christ say, I must be about my Father’s business? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place it was the spirit of obedience.  An obedience to do that which he was made to do.  For Jesus it was to be the ultimate example of abundant life, to teach us how to live, to teach us how to forgive.  For Jesus, his obedience took him to the cross, to the pits of hell, and to the resurrection of life.  Jesus was obedient not only in death but in life.  His salvation was accomplished not in his death, but in his coming.  The forgiveness of the Father happened long before the cross, forgiveness is why he sent Jesus?  Jesus came because of the one who sent him.  He came out of obedience.  Our salvation, quite honestly is secondary to the obedience of the Son to the Father.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about the Father’s business when we are obedient to his call.  His call to follow his Son, his call to live in abundance, to reject shame, and to live a life of fulfillment.  In the book, Pursuit of Holiness, the author suggest that we are about the business of the Father when we reject our self.  When we reject sin because it hurts the Father, not because it hurts us.  When our actions are based on the call that the Father has given, rather than what we would have for ourselves or for others.  Obedience is the fruit of submission to the Father’s call.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Father’s call on your life?  Are you walking in it?  Or are you pursuing the things that you want, or your family wants?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going deeper, realize that wherever you are, the Father’s business is primary.  If you are at your desk, you are to be an example of the living Christ, if you are not, you are not about you Father’s business.  When you go to the market, you are to be an imitator of the Son, if you are not, you are not about the Father’s business.  Regardless of your occupation, your ultimate calling is the same, to imitate the Son, to be his disciple, and through your example lead others to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ was compelled to the Father’s business through His obedience and through His call.  So should we, through our submission to Christ, be compelled to do the Business of the Father.  There should be no better marketer than the submitted servant.  There should be no better sales person than the man who cares more for the soul than for the sale.  There should be no better student than the one submitted to the greatest teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to be about the Father’s business.  What I do today is of no more importance than what you do today.  There is no higher calling to ministry, all business, all ministry are equal callings.  In fact you will reach more people through your personal network in one day than I can reach from a pulpit in a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all key stock holders in the greatest business ever started.  The beautiful thing is that you are not to be silent partners.   GO and BE about the Father’s Business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1564008466455799227?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1564008466455799227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1564008466455799227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1564008466455799227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1564008466455799227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/03/fathers-business-partial-transcript.html' title='The Father&apos;s Business - Partial Transcript FCSBC March 4, 2007'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1207460065570343218</id><published>2007-02-28T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:48:13.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platforms</title><content type='html'>"You don't need a platform, you did more today than all the preachers I've heard in my life"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard that before this week.  But somehow God placed a customer in our path that overheard an entire day of the Kingdom.  Steve and I spent the day as we usually do scrubbing floors and talking theology.  Not your father's theology of 'ism's and 'ation's, but life values, biblical principles, and contextualized thought.  Monday, Steve and I happened to talk about our "platforms" regardless of it's ministerial context.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day discussing the gospel matter of factly, thinking that our customer was watching tv or playing with her dogs.  We voiced our frustrations with those who cheapen the gospel to a mere western context and those who teach without living out the very values they speak of.  Overall, our conversation was another day of deconstructing and rebuilding of our understanding of the church and the kingdom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without our realizing it, our customer listened to our entire conversation.  At the end of the day as I was closing out with her we talked for quite a while, long enough for my team to call my cell phone to see if everything was ok.  The conversation was rich in compliments for our team and our work, which she called art, but more than that she let me know that everything that had been said she had been listening to.  She informed me that she wasn't religious, but she said, if more Christians presented themselves as our team did then she might think about it.  She went on to make the statement I posted at the beginning.  Then she handed me the check, hugged me and walked me to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I shared the story with the team they rejoiced with me in the fact that God had used something as small as refinishing a floor to touch the heart of 60 something woman.  The rejoicing has turned to inward thought and contemplation as I try to process the events of the day.  Generally I take about 24 hours to process an event and begin to have an understanding.  After some 48 hours I am still perplexed by the events that unfolded Monday evening.  God had Steve and I in her house for a reason, and I believe a prophetic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to be about the Father's business (Thanks Ken) no matter the context of our work or calling.  Do we even stop to realize that as a child Jesus said, do you not realize that I am about my Father's business?  The greek word used throughout scripture for business is the same exact word used for ministry.  There is no seperation between the two.  There is no "Higher Calling"  Every waking moment we are to be about the Father's business.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no need for a platform or a soap box to live out the gospel in front of people every day.  If we have to resort to  always using words to share the gospel then we are failingto truly be followers of Christ.  Words are used for teaching and instruction, our lives are to be living examples of Jesus Christ.  When we do the Father's business the world knows it.  When we do the Father's business, people are drawn to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we seperate ministry and work?  Why do people react one way when I say I refinish wood, and react another when I say that I am a pastor?  The two are the same, in fact I would argue that what I do when I am in someone elses house is more important to the kingdom than what I say from the pulpit on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am increasingly aware of the piety and superficiallity of those who claim the pulpit is of higher calling than those who see ministry as life.  The pill that is hard to swallow is that I love to teach, preach, and be behind the pulpit.  But just because I can doesn't mean I should. Current sociological patterns would suggest that traditional institutional church is passing away, and the role of the pastor is shifting to a more biblically based version that states the pastor is to care for souls.  Scripture never suggests that the role of pastor is behind the pulpit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there is a context in which we teach and preach, but that context is devoid of the former platform.  Discipleship is apprenticing Christ, or becoming His protege.  But we have to ask the question, what would happen if pastors released control to the businessman to disciple and train followers within the context of the real world, not the fantasy land we go to on Sunday mornings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The platform that transform society is one that isn't removed from it, but is an intricate part of it. Why is it that we expect the world to come to the church?  Missional life dictates that the church go to the world. What better platform could we ask for than the one already provided, Business?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is not bound to four walls, a pastor, deacons, and pot luck dinners.  The world will be reached by the example lived out in front of it.  The world is our platform and abundant life through Christ is our message.  We don't need pulpits, or street preaching. We don't need committees or sessions.  You can reach more people today through your network than I ever will from a pulpit or classroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your platform, Change the world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1207460065570343218?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1207460065570343218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1207460065570343218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1207460065570343218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1207460065570343218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/platforms.html' title='Platforms'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-3055255581728321819</id><published>2007-02-20T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:06:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactive Church</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Katie and I enjoyed a relaxing trip out of the city, unfortunately to get out of the city we had to endure a trip through the suburbs.  One observation remains at the forefront of my thoughts, the further we got outside the city limits the larger the church buildings got.  Initially the thought of a mighty God movement comes to mind, God is alive in the suburbs, or so we think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the realization soon sets in that the Mega Church movement, which is thankfully beginning to die out in the emerging world, was never an explosion of God's moving, but rather it began solely out of reaction to a cultural shift that clearly was an abandonment of God's plan and purposes for the cities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the history of Mega Churches we would be hard pressed to find a suburban church that was "mega" before the influx of housing developments and strip malls.  The churches that we look at and the leaders we idolize are merely a reflection of the churches historic inability to be on the leading edge of cultural shifts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I am well aware of the many things God has done through this movement and the lives that have been changed by it.  I am only stating the obvious that the church seemingly failed society by falling into a consumerist mindset that allowed the suburban sprawl without a single thought for the negative spiritual impact upon the cities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church of the modern American era has been a people of reactive or even passive action to cultural problems.  It failed to condemn the theft of land and massacre of native Americans, it failed to call for an end to slavery, it never called for equal rights, nor did it call for Christians to stand in the gap for the cities.  The church always seems to react to cultural movements instead of being on the front lines fighting for the very least of these.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saddened by the site of these large churches, not because of what God has done, but because of the lack of understanding of what was left behind.  The church today stands on the threshold of a new age, we call it Postmodernism, the corporate world calls it the Communication age.  Regardless of what we call it, the church has a chance to be proactive rather than reactive.  I don't entirely know what that means, but I desire to seek the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-3055255581728321819?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/3055255581728321819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=3055255581728321819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3055255581728321819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3055255581728321819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/reactive-church.html' title='Reactive Church'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-7740717423937899115</id><published>2007-02-10T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T10:27:25.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th and Bryant - Flip Flops and Ripped Jeans</title><content type='html'>This morning I discovered the wonderful world of  &lt;a href="http://www.sugarlumpcoffeelounge.com/"&gt;Sugarlump Coffee Lounge&lt;/a&gt;.  I came here because I'm taking a part in a &lt;a href="http://www.markscandrette.com/2007/01/30/the-surgarlump-theology-salon/"&gt;discussion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; here Thursday night.  What I found when I got here was the epitamy of what I thought SF life would be.  As I write this I am looking out on the intersection of 24th and Bryant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section of the Mission is wonderfully eclectic.  Every class and color can and will walk by within any 15 minute time frame.  This gives way to an internal prayer that I have not known before.  It is a prayer for the city that I don't yet understand.  I see emptiness and loss of hope in the faces that walk by, but yet I see a longing for something just out of reach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across from me sits a gay couple that are very chatty.  I've enjoyed listening to them plan their day and being included in their lives with simple smiles and hello's.  My heart goes out to them, not because they're gay, but because I want them to know My Jesus.  My dad has always said that the only Jesus most people will ever meet walks around everyday in leather souled shoes.  Today I hope they see Jesus through a guy wearing flip flops and ripped up jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little girl running around, her father says she's 13 months.  She just hugged my leg and played with the umbrella by the door getting me slightly wet.  My prayer is for her.  That she know Jesus during her life and that she see him even today at 13 months old.  My prayer is for her parents who obviously love her very very much.  She seems to bring so much joy to their lives, maybe they see Jesus in her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have placed myself far away from the fire because I wanted to be in the corner to work on my book, I wrote a few pages but I am consumed with these people.  Hipsters, Bohemians, disfunctional families, beautiful families, color, and differing family roles all seem to make up this little world within a world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me there is talk, talk of real estate, bio medicine, very little politics, except the occasional Bush bashing which I heartedly partake in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is apparently larger than I thought, I've been here for an hour and a half and people are leaving I never saw come in, or was I too consumed with myself to notice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place intrigues me, I'll come back, I wish it was everyday, but at least once a week.  Hopefully this prayer within me can be birthed.  Maybe this place can be a haven of peace for the city, I don't know, but I can dream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe just maybe someone saw Jesus today, I just hope someone saw him through a guy in flip flops and ripped up jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-7740717423937899115?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/7740717423937899115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=7740717423937899115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/7740717423937899115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/7740717423937899115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/24th-and-bryant-flip-flops-and-ripped.html' title='24th and Bryant - Flip Flops and Ripped Jeans'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-2377413605669807630</id><published>2007-02-09T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:54:08.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see Him</title><content type='html'>Today I saw God, I saw Him in my teamates.  I experienced life together, and I saw the fullness of God.  I just wanted to share that.  Take a look at who God has placed in your path right now, that's where you'll see Him.  It's in the lives of those around you that you learn what He is teaching and you hear what He is saying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw God, tomorrow, maybe you will too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-2377413605669807630?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/2377413605669807630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=2377413605669807630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/2377413605669807630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/2377413605669807630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-see-him.html' title='I see Him'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-5182524301311412054</id><published>2007-02-07T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:37:04.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh</title><content type='html'>Lessons are learned everyday.  Life taught me today that being still and knowing must happen in the midst of chaos.  I can't run off to my cave, the country, the coffee shop everytime I need to connect with God.  Today I learned that "silent retreats" must happen in the course of the day, in the midst of the mess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learn to be still and know in the chaos we can see evidence of God being exalted right in front of us.  After all isn't that what it's all about?  Or did we forget and make it about us again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-5182524301311412054?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/5182524301311412054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=5182524301311412054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5182524301311412054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5182524301311412054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-5357591558366373032</id><published>2007-02-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:51:47.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut</title><content type='html'>So I got my haircut today, I don't like it.  I feel like a televangelist who let Tammy Faye Baker style his hair.  I was going to put up a picture, but I'm too embarrassed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying that it grows out quickly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-5357591558366373032?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/5357591558366373032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=5357591558366373032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5357591558366373032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/5357591558366373032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-got-my-haircut-today-i-dont-like.html' title='haircut'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1444308515610586423</id><published>2007-02-05T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:06:59.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Today I was asked, If I could paint the perfect picture of the next 6 months what would it be?  After beating around the bush and half answering the question I gave up.  For the first time in my life I don't know what the perfect picture looks like, all I know is who the central characters are.  And maybe that's the answer, Who and Why is more important than What and How.  Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1444308515610586423?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1444308515610586423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1444308515610586423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1444308515610586423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1444308515610586423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-1506902150130629028</id><published>2007-02-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:07:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Graffiti - April 13 - BUY IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.markscandrette.com/2007/01/15/early-praise-for-soul-graffiti/"&gt;Mark Scandrette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't read it, you'll regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-1506902150130629028?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/1506902150130629028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=1506902150130629028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1506902150130629028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/1506902150130629028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/soul-graffiti-april-13-buy-it.html' title='Soul Graffiti - April 13 - BUY IT!!!'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-4331214986845493522</id><published>2007-02-04T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:01:06.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I watched the Super Bowl with dear friends and realized that this is what Church is suppose to be.  When we gather, we are supposed to celebrate together around our lives lived well within a Kingdom perspective.  I smoked a cigar, I laughed, I listened, and most importantly, we loved.  We were together, sure the super bowl was our excuse to have the party, but the Kingdom was the binding force.  How beautiful the worship of God in the context of simple togetherness.  I wish that I could articulate the fruit that was shown and the abundance and joy of our lives, but mere words simply can't contain this life together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worshipped, with my brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-4331214986845493522?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/4331214986845493522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=4331214986845493522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/4331214986845493522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/4331214986845493522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-2916777435034557348</id><published>2007-01-25T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:28:07.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Berniece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RblHdT5nkaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v90VZc-4Xso/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RblHdT5nkaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v90VZc-4Xso/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024125428192219554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 15 Berniece Holley, a friend of Katie said her final goodbyes and went home.  I never met Berniece but she left behind a legacy that can't be ignored.  She introduced everyone she met to the Jesus that she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following words are her own words, her testimony so to speak.  Berniece was a member of the Church of God in Christ and served her community until her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord had to bring me a mighty long way to get me out of the clutches of the devil for he had me wrapped, tied and bound.  But one day the Lord came all the way from heaven down to save an undone wretch like me.  I was lost one day but thank God for his goodness and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family said there was no hope for me.  I was into the things the world had to offer which was nothing but death, hell and desctruction.  The devil thought he had me but Jesus rewrote my life.  He gave me the ming to seek Him right after my birthday of 1958.  I began to pray for the Holy Ghost.  I didn't grow up in the church so I didn't know exactly what I was asking for.  I had a neighbor who belonged to the church but was doing everything I was doing in my sin.  I knew I didn't want that, I wanted the "real thing".  I knew God was real. I put everything out of my mind but Jesus and I started to pray.  I continued to pray day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind to attend church.  At church I received my blessings from God and I felt good, but I knew something was missing.  One night at home on my knees, I felt another presence; someone touched me.  I heard a noice as if a big ball was rolling across the floor.  The devil didn't want me to give my life totally to God, but praise God, mercy was in action.  As I continued to pray I heard  a sound coming down from above.  I began to speak in another tongue as the spirit gave me utterance.  I thought I knew love because I loved my children, but that night-Praise the Lord-I had a different kind of love.  I knew Agape love.  God's love.  Glory be to God.  Jesus rewrote my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of theological context, agree or disagree this beautiful lady is now in the presence of God.  The beautiful thing about her life is that from 1958 until the day she left this earth she was always in the presence of God.  Wouldn't it be amazing if we could all learn the presence of Christ here and now, rather than waiting for a divine appointment in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run the streets Berniece, Jesus rewrote your life.  May he rewrite mine today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-2916777435034557348?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/2916777435034557348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=2916777435034557348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/2916777435034557348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/2916777435034557348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-home-berniece.html' title='Welcome Home Berniece'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RblHdT5nkaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v90VZc-4Xso/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-9021686180285777766</id><published>2007-01-12T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:08:46.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kingdom is Now</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, my body is sore, it's been a long week to say the least.  But is has also been a week of discipline and growth.  The Spirit of God is truly moving within me and I am excited as He teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often I am consumed by future things, but I am learning that God is as much in the now as He is in my dreams and visions, even more so.  The last 7 months have been about learning to be still and allow the Kingdom of God to expand within me, and yet I have learned to live life on purpose and with intent.  The dreams of tomorrow are just that, for tomorrow.  The Kingdom is here now, and it is to be lived now and tomorrow, not just tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it what you want, Present Kingdom Theology, Heresy, Whatever, I am convinced that the example of Jesus was also the purpose of Jesus, and that was to usher in His Kingdom to the here and now.  I am also convinced that true salvation is not simply eternal life, rather, that is the least of definitions in comparison to the salvation of present life and creation.  Jesus came to redeem every aspect of life, not just to provide a ticket out of hell.  To accept only eternal life is missing the point of Jesus' life.  He was not merely born to die, His example of life is also part of His redeeming plan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To follow Christ is simply that, to follow the way of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of God is here, I suggest that we place our allegiance where it belongs and that is to our king and live our lives in abundance because we are His children and this kingdom is our inheritance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-9021686180285777766?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/9021686180285777766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=9021686180285777766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/9021686180285777766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/9021686180285777766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/01/kingdom-is-now.html' title='The Kingdom is Now'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-3895364175841393760</id><published>2007-01-12T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:55:05.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pain of discipline is always better than the pain of regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-3895364175841393760?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/3895364175841393760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=3895364175841393760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3895364175841393760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/3895364175841393760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/01/pain-of-discipline-is-always-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-9049424997171158927</id><published>2007-01-03T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:59:39.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a dictator</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days a lot has been said about the death of Saddam Hussein.  My friend Beanie posted a great note on his Facebook that really made me step back and think.  Why are we celebrating the death and certain eternity of torture for this man?  Sure he was responsible for the death of thousands of innocent people, and by all standards he deserved to die.  But for all rights and purposes you and I are equally as capable of carrying out the same atrocities.  Why would we celebrate the certain judgment he felt the moment life passed from this realm to the next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the neo conservative, good American, Republican thing to do is to lift a glass toward Mecca, I mean Washington DC and hail our king, I mean president for being such a mighty leader, and Christian to boot.  But I personally don't have time for that garbage.  As Beanie stated so eloquently and I have stated many times before not so eloquently, my allegiance is to a king and a kingdom who can love an evil man til his death, not to a man impersonating a Christian who takes his country into an unconstitutional war and uses his "faith" to justify it.  Nor is my allegiance to a republic that elects in its great uninformed intelligence the worst acting congress in the history of our nation, nor is it toward the religious leaders who deify said leaders all because they agree on issues like abortion and gay marriage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did the church become an issues based institution?  When did abortion supersede the gospel?  When did the spread of democracy become the goal of the church?  When did marriage become an issue of the state?   I have very strong personal opinions about any issue you want to throw at me, but it will not, nor should it ever, become a topic in the pulpit.  Jesus loves the gay married abortion doctor imperialistic murdering dictator just as much as he loves you, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we don't celebrate, rather we mourn?  What would that tell the world?  Would we show that Jesus is real in us if we are truly compassionate towards the eternal fate of even the most evil of men?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate if you must, I suggest we pull out the sackcloth and ashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-9049424997171158927?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/9049424997171158927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=9049424997171158927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/9049424997171158927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/9049424997171158927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2007/01/ode-to-dictator.html' title='Ode to a dictator'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-395093605018420608</id><published>2006-12-14T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:20:24.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Joseph...</title><content type='html'>My name is Joseph, you're my baby, you're my son. Well kind of.  You know I always dreamed of having a son, a son with my eyes, with my hands.  A little one that I could teach and mold.  My son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to teach you how to build your first chair, how to treat your mom…wow your beautiful mom.  I simply wanted to be your dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight as you place your small hand in mine I feel so weak.  I feel as if I am not holding you, but you are holding me.   Tonight in my arms lays the hope of everything I have built my life upon.  Tonight in my arms lays the hope of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Joseph, and I have been chosen to give my name and share my home with the Son of God who has become the Son of Man.  Who am I that a King should entrust me to raise him?  Why couldn’t God have chosen another man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dreamed that I would build your first crib.  And yet you lay there in a feeding trough because I can’t afford a room.   I envisioned our families celebrating your birth, but we are surrounded by dirty shepherds and even dirtier animals.  It is as if you have come to redeem all creation, not just the righteous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my name is Joseph, and this is all I have to give.  This is not how a king should live.  The Son of God, has become the Son of Man, but this is all I have to give.  What can offer you my son?  I cannot teach you of the reckless love of God, because you are the reckless love of God.  So, I am Joseph, and well, that’s all I have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glory of God has taken the form of man.  Tomorrow my little one, you can save the world, but tonight, tonight you are My Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-395093605018420608?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/395093605018420608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=395093605018420608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/395093605018420608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/395093605018420608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-name-is-joseph.html' title='My name is Joseph...'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116513243190625202</id><published>2006-12-02T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:53:51.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion - Sermon Transcript FCSBC</title><content type='html'>Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter in to this holiday season, a season of Thanksgiving, of rejoicing, of celebration, we have a tendency to become self centered.  I know that I begin to look forward to the gifts that Christmas will bring, or to the amounts of food I can stuff into my face.   I begin to think of all the things that I am blessed with, which I have, we all have, so many. I give thanks with my words, I speak thanksgiving, I even pray and tell God how great I think he is because of all he has given, that he has provided.  I speak to God as if He if this giant Toy’s R Us for adults.  I speak of contentment to my friends for all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I want to take a look at the coming season through a different lens.  I’m talking about one word.  A word that we speak so often and yet I don’t think we can fully comprehend the depth of what we are saying when we use this word.  Jesus used this word, he experienced this word, and yet we fail to teach this word with the passion and force that drives it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is compassion or Splagchnizomai in the Greek.  For the sake of all of we’ll stick with compassion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the Gospels we are told multiple times that Jesus saw the crowds and was moved with compassion.  The very thought that Jesus would be moved to compassion upon simply seeing a crowd of people is humbling even before we discuss the definition of what this word means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion as we have learned it or have made it out to be is merely the feeling of pity or sorrow.  We say we feel compassion for the man in the street or the child with no family or the hungry girl who hasn’t eaten.  We say that we feel compassion when we see the video of Operation Christmas Child or we think of those who are suffering in Darfor or the child soldiers of Uganda.  And yet as we look at scripture and to the true definition of compassion my prayer is that we would all realize the depths of our confusion and be moved in a way that we cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Webster’s definition of compassion is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the Greek definition of Splagchnizomai is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be feel the pain and suffering of another to the point of anguish, only then being moved to alleviate the suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see that the English translation here, while it is useful doesn’t expound on the fact that compassion isn’t an emotional feeling of tears and pity, rather it is a physical pain that as the Greeks would put it, is birthed in the bowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 6:34 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage is very familiar to many of us; we read it as children when we learned of how great Jesus is, to perform a miracle that could feed the multitude.  It wasn’t until recently that I realized that the beautiful part of this passage isn’t the miracle that Jesus performed; it is the lesson of compassion that we are taught. The miracle simply shows the power of God and it is there to get our attention, but here is what we miss all too often.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus left the boat and saw the multitude He literally felt the weight of their burden upon his back.  As he looked into the faces of each one, His heart, according to the word used here, broke for each individual situation, and his body could literally experience their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three simple concepts that we should take away from this passage.  Three things that are self evident in this passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When moved by compassion you Go to it, rather than run from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been very easy for Jesus to say to His disciples, let’s get back on the boat and deal with this tomorrow.  It would have been justified, after all the reason they went to an isolated place was for rest, the previous verses say that they were going so hard that the disciples hadn’t even had time to eat.  And yet because he felt their need for Him he left the peacefulness of the boat and went into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He taught them the way of the Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says he taught them many things, I have no idea what He said that night, it could have been how to live a Godly life or it could have been how to knit a sweater.  The subject of his lesson is irrelevant, what is important is that he began to teach on their level, right where they were.  He began to equip them for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He provided for their physical needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been justified had Jesus gone into His boat and not gone into the crowd, it would have also been justified had he taught them and then called it a night.   But we are taught here that when true compassion moves upon us that we must do everything in our power to alleviate the suffering of the afflicted.  Jesus had met their need for Him to be in their midst, he had even comforted them with words of truth, and yet that wasn’t enough.  Those who had sat under the teaching of Jesus were hungry and in need of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus realized that His teaching would be for naught if he didn’t meet their immediate need for food.  And so it is here we learn of feeding of the multitude.  Which isn’t the whole story, rather the essence of need fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are daily faced with pain and suffering, whether it be the man on the street corner or the suit in the office next door.  And everyday we turn our back and walk away.  Then we give money to missions or build a shoebox, both of which are good things, but can be used as mere conscience relievers.  We say that is compassion when we are simply seeking to relieve our own pain and ease our guilt rather than face the pain of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season of Thanksgiving give thanks with your actions rather than your words.  Go into the crowd and feel their pain, teach them the way of the Father, provide for their needs in a real, effective, physical way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are truly thankful for what God has done, show someone else how to live in abundance rather than hogging it all to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, Teach, Provide. Be thankful, and show it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116513243190625202?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116513243190625202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116513243190625202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116513243190625202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116513243190625202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/12/compassion-sermon-transcript-fcsbc.html' title='Compassion - Sermon Transcript FCSBC'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116364638096363884</id><published>2006-11-15T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:06:20.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The vision of man cannot be fulfilled until the character of man is built and tried in the fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116364638096363884?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116364638096363884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116364638096363884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116364638096363884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116364638096363884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/11/vision-of-man-cannot-be-fulfilled.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116335772898200565</id><published>2006-11-12T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:55:29.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution of Restoration - Partial Transcript - Nov 5. 2006, FCSBC</title><content type='html'>This morning I am at a loss for words as to what we should talk about.  I have spent this week hurting for my brothers and sisters, longing for a revolution of restoration to sweep through the American church body.  I have been taught so many things that I am finding to be irrelevant to Godly living, and yet I am learning that I am ill-equipped to lead as Jesus lead.  I am learning that those with the most letters behind their names are the ones that we trust the most without any concern for their private conversations with God.  And yet we turn our back on the man who has a true calling to the care of souls and pastoring  because he lacks the pedigree of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to come here today and preach a sermon that would cause us to smile and laugh, I was even going to take Barry’s keys and wallet until I heard that had already been done.  But this week my spirit was broken, so this morning I want to talk to you as your brother and friend, rather than the preacher or pastor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught in college that the study of scripture was purely systematic.  That the same process works every time without fail.  I have found however that to study scripture systematically by the book increases our knowledge to the point of arrogance and yet our spirit falters through lack of Spirit filled understanding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emphasis on daily devotion to scripture is thus that we fail to order our lives in such a way that our quiet time lacks the ability to provide joy throughout our day, instead choosing to live in chaos.  We see our commitment as a systematic approach.  30 minutes in the morning of prayer and reading is sufficient fuel for the day.  I beg to differ.  When we place our devotion as obligation rather than spirit induced meditation we fail to see the beauty of the scripture laid before us.  We invest in study tools written by men with their own human faults and sins, rather than allowing the very Spirit of God to lead and teach His word.  We rely on the preacher to speak with eloquent words to properly articulate the message that God has breathed so poetically through the hands of biblical writers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here today as a broken man.  This past week men of God that I trusted, loved, played golf with, ate dinner with fell.  My heart aches not only for those men but for the children of God who had placed their trust in them rather than the Shepherd.  Not only Pastor Haggard but a dear friend of mine who has fallen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept this week for my hometown, 20 men and women who I grew up admiring, the sheriff who has served for 20 years, some were my classmates, one was a deacons wife, were arrested and charged with 48 felony charges.  I literally cried painful tears as I thought about a pastor’s son that I played basketball with in junior high who was arrested for sex trafficking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that broke me the most is that I knew that if any church in America spoke regarding any of these issues it would be in condemnation rather than a spirit of responsibility and restoration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t come here today with all the answers, but I stand here today to tell you that the church as we know it is failing, not only those in the streets that don’t know God, but it is failing our brothers and sisters who are in pain and can’t find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t angered at the deacon’s wife who was selling drugs, I was angered at her pastor and her husband for not knowing her spiritual needs.  I am saddened that while women across this country are having emotional affairs with the men behind the pulpit, those very men are failing to equip and empower husbands to love and lead with true Christ-like authority in the home.  I am saddened that a man who is trusted to be a deacon of a congregation does not care enough for his wife to see the sin that is controlling her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the argument this week that some people hide their sins and it isn’t possible to help everyone.  I felt the need to laugh at such an absurd thought.  If a man or woman is truly submitted to and controlled by the spirit of God, sin in the lives of those we love and are biblically responsible for is as evident as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.  The problem we face today is that we aren’t submitted and controlled, rather we are addicted and patrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Billy Graham Association says that 75% of people sitting on church pews this morning are on their way to hell.  I find this interesting when we compare it to George Barna’s finding that 80% of American Pastors do not believe in effectual calling, rather they see ministry as a career choice.  Do you see the correlation here?  Maybe the reason these leaders are falling is, because they themselves have been led by someone who isn’t submitted to biblical authority.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the spiritual health of someone that is under the discipleship of a leader is discernable if that leader is submitted to God in prayer and meditation.  This past week God began to show me things within my Spirit that scared me, things about friends, my family, my own life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this week that spiritual accountability is not an individual responsibility, the spiritual well being of the person sitting next to you belongs to you and to everyone in this building.  Your spiritual life is the covenant responsibility of each and every person here today, and of your future pastor.  I speak with assurance of one thing this morning, no man should ever stand behind this pulpit that is not willing to stand accountable for what you do outside of these walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians talks about the body of Christ, the arm, the leg, the head, the eye.  The body does not operate properly without all of these parts being healthy.  If we were to look biologically at our bodies we would realize that our body really works together when something goes wrong.  Is we are cut, red blood cells race to the surface and form clotting to prevent us from dying.  When germs enter our body, there is an all out war to rid itself of the disease.  If we trip, our arms instinctively reach out to protect the rest of the body and to break the fall.  When a leg is broken, the arms become stronger to support our weight on crutches.  Do you see where I’m going with this?  The body works together to prevent disease or harm, and then if harm does come, it works together to heal itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain failed God, Cain failed his brother, and yet through Cain I see myself.  I see that I am quick to judge based on my offering compared to that of someone else.  I see that I immediately scorn the fallen, yet fail to take responsibility for their sin.  And yet restoration is what God taught as he restored life to Cain.  Yes he punished him by cursing the ground from which his livelihood came from.  But he restored him to the place where he married and fathered children.  Yes he had to suffer for what he had done, but God did not fail to restore a new life to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God himself is our example this morning, if God was willing to restore life to a murderer, then should we then not help in restoring the life of an adulterer or a thief.  Should we not speak words of peace and truth, words that encourage rather than destroy, and leave the judging and the punishment to God?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am saying this morning, is yes, these men who have fallen should pay the price for their actions, but you and I should not be their judge.  Our prayers and encouragement should be at their disposal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet this should cause a deep evaluation of what you are doing for the spiritual life of those around you.  Men you are accountable for your wife’s and your children’s relationship with God, women you are responsible for constant prayer on your husbands behalf that he leads in the way of Jesus.  And you are all responsible for the spiritual life of the person that God calls to be your future pastor.  And even more important than that, we are all accountable for each other.  Isn’t it nice to know that we are not alone, in our struggles, in our joy, in good times, and in bad.  The journey is ours to share.  We are our brothers keeper, Jesus said to go and make disciples, to make a disciple we must invest our lives into someone else.  True discipleship is learning to do life together in the pursuit of life as Jesus lived.  You are my brothers and sisters, and I’m counting on you as you should count on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116335772898200565?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116335772898200565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116335772898200565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116335772898200565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116335772898200565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/11/revolution-of-restoration-partial.html' title='Revolution of Restoration - Partial Transcript - Nov 5. 2006, FCSBC'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116322030382082163</id><published>2006-11-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:47:37.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like the only alpha male I’ve ever read about that doesn’t have a messiah complex is the actual Messiah. - Matt Chandler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116322030382082163?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116322030382082163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116322030382082163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116322030382082163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116322030382082163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-seems-like-only-alpha-male-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116280071790413327</id><published>2006-11-06T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:11:57.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Today I weep...I weep for my fallen friends, brothers and sisters in Christ, who despite their best efforts have been led astray by the arrogance of the corporate institution we call the church.  Read foxnews.com about the latest scandal in my hometown of Martinsville, VA.  What you won't read is that the majority of the people involved held prominent positions in the counties most respected churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weep...I weep for the soul who is barely clinging on, but is just another number in scheme of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weep...I weep for my friend who has fallen into sexual immorality and all we can do is laugh and scorn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weep...I weep for the pastor who is called a thief, and then proven to be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weep...I weep because I very easily could be anyone of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Today I am encouraged...I am encouraged because I believe the remnant of true followers will begin shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraged because this generation has the capability to engage culture and embrace a kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraged because now is the time for a revolution of restoration for the fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for thought without action is over, the world will never know Jesus if the church fails each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116280071790413327?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116280071790413327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116280071790413327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116280071790413327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116280071790413327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116217297009453160</id><published>2006-10-29T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:49:30.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>The city seems so alive today&lt;br /&gt;But death lingers in the street&lt;br /&gt;The sun brings life and warmth&lt;br /&gt;But evil dwells between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dark the lives within our midst&lt;br /&gt;Yet our busyness hides it all&lt;br /&gt;We cannot hear desperation's call&lt;br /&gt;Because it is silenced with evil's kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun brings warmth&lt;br /&gt;Yet the remnant hides&lt;br /&gt;In the safety of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;and the thinkers cocoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe our thoughts will light the way&lt;br /&gt;But turn our backs on sins decay&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a child of God&lt;br /&gt;When my life condemns the very thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think and not act is my sin&lt;br /&gt;To hide the calling from within&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak if I do not love&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot love by holding my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow is abundant before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hear the pain as the city cries&lt;br /&gt;No resolution in the streets will be found &lt;br /&gt;If the remnant is hiding beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take to the street in love and in deed&lt;br /&gt;And do not give up til sinners are freed &lt;br /&gt;To think and not act is the remnant's crime&lt;br /&gt;To speak and not love is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's feed the hungry, care for the sick&lt;br /&gt;Shelter the homeless that lives in the ditch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach the world this city must see&lt;br /&gt;The life that abounds in you and in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Mike Waddell----October 29, 2006----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116217297009453160?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116217297009453160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116217297009453160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116217297009453160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116217297009453160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/10/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116149758966942954</id><published>2006-10-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:24:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I thought about why I have a calling and yet I also have a very selfish side.  I wondered today if it was ok for my selfish desires to be different than the calling and desires God has placed in my heart.  Can they coexist or must the calling suppress that which is natural.  I know the answer to this, I think, but today I couldn't convince myself of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116149758966942954?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116149758966942954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116149758966942954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116149758966942954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116149758966942954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-thought-about-why-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116114542778182520</id><published>2006-10-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:23:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/2054/1600/sf%20vol.1%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/2054/320/sf%20vol.1%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116114542778182520?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116114542778182520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116114542778182520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116114542778182520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116114542778182520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-116078201250635621</id><published>2006-10-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:26:52.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does the Church exist? - Partial Transcript Sun. Oct. 8, First Chinese SBC</title><content type='html'>Why Does the church exist?  Why did God create the Body to be the Bride of Christ?  What is our purpose as Christians?  Why were we not immediately taken to heaven upon our conversion?  Why did God create the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major misconceptions we have as believers is that the church in its current form is an exact replica of what was formed in the book of Acts.  As early Christians gathered together their purposes for gathering were much different than that of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we come to church out of obligation, we come for the social status it gives us.  We come to meet new people, and increase our database of friends.  And yet for some reason we are unfulfilled as believers.  So we seek to add programs and games, community events, we even use evangelism as a way to fill this void that church can’t fill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks, over the past few years my thoughts have continually turned to the thought of why do we need a church, why do we need the institution.  And the overwhelming answer is that we don’t.  You see, the majority of us have confused the true definition of the church to mean a gathering, with programs, and outreach.  We have transformed the definition to mean a place rather than a people.  I’m not saying that a gathering of God’s people isn’t vital to our growth and our lives as believers.  Scripture teaches clearly that we are to gather together.  But how much better would our lives be if we had the definition of Church “ecclesia” right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have studied, and sought council from men of God, I have been constantly drawn back to the book of Ephesians.  Here Paul is responding to the church at Ephesus who historically we find were asking the same questions posed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the majority of the believers at Ephesus were converted idol worshippers.  People who had devoted their lives to the possession of things.  People who worshipped that which they owned.  They had placed idols over different aspects of their lives.  Idols over their children, idols over their homes, idols over their financial status.  Idols had consumed their existence.  The beautiful thing about their conversion is that you and I can relate easily.  Actually you and I can relate to Paul’s response easier than the believers at Ephesus.  Where they had placed idols we simply place things.  We place our children, our homes, our cars, our education, our social status, our jobs as idols in our lives.  We completely bypass the idol and make the material possession our God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to questions at hand, we look at Paul’s response to the question, why do the Christians exist to make up the church?  And just exactly what is this church we’re talking about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter two he explains that prior to being Christians they were spiritually dead, separated from Christ, not included in God's covenant, without hope, and without God. Their preconversion condition was horribly grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Chapter 1 Paul goes in depth as to the purpose their being Christians and ultimately being the church.&lt;br /&gt;He began by explaining these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the source of blessings (verse 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God provides every spiritual blessing in Christ (verse 3).  There is no blessing that comes outside of the gift of God.  Nothing that I can gain is beneficial to me, except that it come from Christ alone.  Anything that I can do on my own is worthless.  God blesses us according to our submission and outside of that submission no blessing can occur.  God has blessed us to be a blessing to others.  A life not devoted to blessing others through Christ cannot receive the true rewards of the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before God created the world, God chose all people who would be holy&lt;br /&gt;and blameless to be His people (verse 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before creation he chose to adopt the church as the Bride of Christ (verse 5). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear that God is Sovereign and that his foreknowledge of those that would come to him must cause us to realize his immense love for us.  He knowingly takes our sin and forgives without question.  He formally adopts us to be His own.  The beauty of our election and adoption are the purest form of love that we can truly wrap our arms around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization of my adoption causes me to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why would God do those things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that those who were alive in Christ would exist to the praise of&lt;br /&gt;the glory of His grace (verse 6). – God is a jealous God, and for our praise to be placed anywhere other than unto Him is everything but an outright rejection of His love for us.  God created us to worship Him, he saves us to Praise him, and he created us as the church to be a celebration of what he has done and is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exist as Christians to be living evidence of how good God is, to&lt;br /&gt;demonstrate God's goodness, and to cause other people to glorify God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul continued his emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ you have redemption through his blood (verse 7).&lt;br /&gt;In Christ you have the forgiveness of your trespasses. -  Christ calls us to be His known, so that we can not take credit for our own salvation.  When we realize that there is nothing that we could have done to earn Christ’s favor, only then can we truly live out our calling to be instruments of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, in Christ:&lt;br /&gt;God lavishes His grace upon you (verse 8). To further help us understand that we are incapable of saving ourselves, causing us to even further appreciate the love that is poured out on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God showed you what He was doing--makes known to you the mystery (verse 9).  – Like any good leader, nothing of importance is hidden from us.  We see clearly that we, the people of God, are chosen to be instruments of praise.  When God lays out before us His plan, and then continues on with it, we cannot help but realize that His will for our lives is good.  That he sets before us the plan which is best for us, and most glorifying to Him.  And yet too often we reject His will in pursuit of our own dream, only to find that our success is dependant upon our submission to plan he has so clearly laid out before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God reveals His complete purpose and shows how that purpose is summed&lt;br /&gt;up in Jesus (verse 10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through that purpose, we have obtained an inheritance (verse 11).  That inheritance is the Kingdom of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why has God revealed all those things in Christ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that we who have our hope in Christ should be to the praise&lt;br /&gt;of God's glory.  Through our praise people are drawn to praise and glorify, not through our programs and institutions, not through our knowledge or social status, but through our praise.  People will begin to praise God, and know God when God’s people begin to praise God for who he is.  The world will know God by the praise that abounds in the lives of believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why would God do that? (verse 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He expected them to be to the praise of His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people saw what God did in them, those people would praise&lt;br /&gt;God and give Him glory. The existence of the church cannot and will not live on if it is lived within the walls of a building.  God expects us to be the praise of His glory, that means that everything you and I do should be to the Glory of God and to the expansion of His kingdom.  This morning we must all take a step back and reevaluate that which is in our lives.  If it doesn’t bring Glory to God it must be removed, changed, or dealt with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the church exist, not to simply gather for the sake of gathering.  The church exists for the praise of the One who is worthy of all our praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is not a building, the church is the people of God, who commit their lives to the praise of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-116078201250635621?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/116078201250635621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=116078201250635621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116078201250635621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/116078201250635621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-does-church-exist-partial.html' title='Why does the Church exist? - Partial Transcript Sun. 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                              Mark 15:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to look at two words once again.  These two words hold very different meanings, and yet one or the other is lived out in the everyday life of the church.  One of these words is unhealthy, and with it the body suffers and can even die.  The other word breathes life, and restores freedom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 15:1 says&lt;br /&gt;   "Immediately, in the morning, the chief priests held a consultation with the elders and scribes and the whole council; and they bound (DEO, to bind spiritually) Jesus, led Him away and delivered Him to Pilate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our text presents us with what in many regards is a great tragedy.  Not a tragedy in that our Lord is taken away, not a tragedy in that this would begin His march to the cross, but rather a tragedy in that those whom He came to deliver from the law became the very ones who rejected and ultimately bound the hands of Jesus before taking Him to stand before Pilate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did it mean for God’s people to reject Christ?  The whole of history had been set for such a climactic period.  The prophets had spoken of a great messiah upon whose shoulders the people of God would be free.  And yet the chief priests rejected Him.  I have wondered for a long time now, why would the one’s who should have known Him best reject Him the harshest.  And it wasn’t until recently that I began to see my answer.  The chief priests weren’t afraid of the claims Jesus was making, they were afraid of the loss of power in their community.  They had spent a lifetime writing the laws for people to live by, and they were afraid that this man’s ideals would begin to seep in to their congregations.  They believed that the words of Jesus were ethereal, and that the only way to truly live a committed Godly life was to live by the rules they had set forth.  They truly believed that this man Jesus would cause utter chaos if His thoughts and opinions were allowed to be widely spread and taught.  How could living a Godly life be as simple as Jesus had explained it?  You see Jesus broke it all down; we are to be salt and light, love the unlovable, feed the hungry, care for the sick, care for the widow, care for the orphan, be humble and not haughty, be meek, follow Him and abandon worldly pursuits.  Not once did Jesus speak of elevating yourself to a position of high regard, except in a negative light when he said that the rewards of earth are all that that person will receive, and yet he says the Kingdom of heaven belongs to the one who humbly serves and follows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands and feet of Jesus were bound by the high priests because of their fear.  Their fear to believe in a simplistic Gospel.  Their fear to follow the movement of God.  And ultimately their fear of the loss of power.  You see leaders have a hard time leading when their egos aren’t effectively stroked.  And yet the greatest leader in the history of the church had no ego.  Many of us, myself included need to allow our fears to be nailed to the cross along with our egos.   There are things in each of our lives, maybe not egos, maybe its fear of rejection, fear of life, loss of culture, loss of identity that keep us bound and in turn bind the working of God.  What is it in your life that needs to be crucified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I stand guilty in many ways when we look at the bound hands and feet of Jesus.  The entire attitude of the western church is in fact binding in some degree.  When the Spirit of God wants to move He does not seek our permission but rather asks for our participation in bringing the Kingdom to earth in a literal here and now sense.  When we stand in the way of that we become an obstacle to the advancement of the Kingdom rather than a catalyst.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe our text gives us a much deeper meaning than that of the physical binding of Jesus’ hand and feet. John prophesies to the future church warning that what has happened in the physical realm will also happen in the spiritual realm if our hearts and minds are not open to the voice of God.  We can literally become shackles that bind and weights that hold back the movement of God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The literal binding of God’s movement in us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let’s get one thing straight; I’m not saying that if we don’t do God’s work then His movement will die.  God doesn’t need us, He doesn’t need me, and He doesn’t need you.  He longs for us to be an active part of the Kingdom.  What I am saying that we fail to experience the abundant life that has been promised to us simply because we bind the Spirit of God in us.  When we fail to listen to and obey, obey being the key word, we literally reject the good things God wants for our lives.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, God is going to move, He is moving right now, in our midst, but we are too consumed with the activity around us to see the beauty of His movement.  The children of God must be committed to releasing His movement in and through us. There is a harvest, but our eyes our blinded to it because we are too busy taking credit for the few seeds we have sown.  What would happen if the people of God began to quiet the world around them and begin to listen, watch, and see where God is moving, and then go with Him?  The results would exceed anything that we can create on our own, and the Kingdom of God would infiltrate every aspect of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bind the movement of God we fail to bask in the life that we were created to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The binding of God’s hand and feet&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 12:12 speaks of the body being made up of many members and we are unified unto one being through Christ.  With this in mind let’s look at how we as followers should and must guard our hearts against the Binding of the Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest atrocities that can ever go on inside the walls of the church gathering is that one element of the body binds another from doing its duty.  We are to be the hands and feet of Jesus, and yet so often we bind one another with our unwillingness to release them to their calling.  Pastors are afraid that to truly release someone means a drop in tithe or fewer attendees to a service. Or that the pastors’ talent would no longer be in the limelight.  That pastor fails to see the global influence that releasing can have.  An entire world can be influenced by a core group of believers in a sojourners city such as San Francisco.  Thousands upon thousands come and go through the city each month, going to the uttermost parts of the earth.  And yet we as a church fail to see the outreach opportunities because we are afraid of letting go.  How much more effective would a community of believers be if their intent was directed solely upon the empowering of each person that it came in contact with to go and do the work that God has called them to do.  Instead we co-opt them, abusing their talents and skills, capitalizing on their strengths rather than empowering their weaknesses.  Our fear is that we won’t grow if we let them go.  I beg to differ, growth cannot and will not happen until people are released and empowered.  The growth of this and any congregation depends solely on its ability to release.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we release we empower, when we empower we promote, and we promote we support, when we support we live and grow. If the feet are bound we fall, if the hands are bound we can’t work, we can’t eat, and if either happens long enough all life begins to fade away.  In short when we bind we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To equip, empower, and release.  Release yourself, release your children, your grandchildren.  Release your spouse from spiritual bondage, and empower them to move and act as an active part of the Body.  We all have a calling, we all have purpose.  Release yourself to that calling and purpose and pursue abundant life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115888525416200910?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115888525416200910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115888525416200910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115888525416200910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115888525416200910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/09/binding-and-releasing-partial.html' title='Binding and Releasing, a partial transcript of Sunday&apos;s Sermon at First Chinese'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115810107251416888</id><published>2006-09-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:44:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redskin Theology 101</title><content type='html'>If Tom Cruise continues to sit in the owners box of my beloved Redskins I will be forced to relinquish my allegiance to the Hogzilla's of football.  Regardless of the fact the Joe Gibbs came out of retirement to bring the team back to the contender it once was, I cannot cheer for a team that is owned by the playboy wannabe Daniel Snyder.  To have Tom Cruise in the owners box allienates the fans that have worshipped the Skins for decades.  When was the last time the Hogladies were invited into the box with ole Danny boy, NEVER!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thinking, Mike has lost it.  Maybe I have, but I'm tired of people in power, or rather people with money and clout, ruling over the people that took them there.  Has Dan Snyder forgotten that he wouldn't have his precious money if the fans weren't at the game?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as pastors, we can look a lot like Dan Snyder.  We like to hang out with the Tom Cruises of the world so that we can look like we're somebody.  But what we fail to see is that while we're off partying, or golfing in my case, the people that bust their asses everyday so we look good are still doing just that, busting their asses, so that we look good.  Isn't it time that leaders give credit where credit is due and say thank you to those who got them where they are.  Or better yet, let's invest in those who having nothing to invest except their lives.  For pastors its simple, we need to invest in people, people who are hurting, poor, hungry, broken, sick, and afraid, rather than the next big guy or the golden boy of the moment.  Let's invest in something that's eternal, rather material.  Let's care for someones soul and forget about the talent or checkbook they bring to the table.  Let's stop teaching about giving and be examples of stewardship.  Let's stop touting our ego and model humility.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a lot we can learn from Dan Snyder, but to be honest, I learn the same things from myself if I look deep enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Skins!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115810107251416888?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115810107251416888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115810107251416888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115810107251416888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115810107251416888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/09/redskin-theology-101.html' title='Redskin Theology 101'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115724063400287242</id><published>2006-09-02T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:43:54.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am speaking at the First Chinese Southern Baptist Church here in San Fran.  I appreciate the prayers that I know you will all be sending up for the service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115724063400287242?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115724063400287242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115724063400287242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115724063400287242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115724063400287242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115714922209935613</id><published>2006-09-01T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:20:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who's your brother, who's your sister&lt;br /&gt;you just walked passed him&lt;br /&gt;i think you missed her&lt;br /&gt;as we're all migrating to the place where our father lives&lt;br /&gt;'cause we married in to a family of immigrants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first allegiance is not to a flag, a country, or a man&lt;br /&gt;my first allegiance is not to democracy or blood&lt;br /&gt;it's to a king &amp; a kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two great lies that i’ve heard:&lt;br /&gt;“the day you eat of the fruit of that tree, you will not surely die”&lt;br /&gt;and that Jesus Christ was a white, middle-class republican&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna be saved you have to learn to be like Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing unifies like a common enemy&lt;br /&gt;and we’ve got one, sure as hell&lt;br /&gt;but he may be living in your house&lt;br /&gt;he may be raising up your kids&lt;br /&gt;he may be sleeping with your wife&lt;br /&gt;oh no, he may not look like you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 29:15&lt;br /&gt;For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115714922209935613?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115714922209935613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115714922209935613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115714922209935613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115714922209935613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/09/whos-your-brother-whos-your-sister-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115666396131212782</id><published>2006-08-27T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:32:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or co-opters of gifts</title><content type='html'>Since moving to San Francisco I've learned a lot about those in my past.  I've realized that true friends still care for you even when they can't use your gifts and talents, while those you thought were your friends seem to forget you exist, all because they can't use you anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I believe that Christ truly calls us to know someone intimately before we ask for a persons gifts and talents to be used at our expense.  Recently my dad and I were discussing a church in VA that just lost their pastor and my dad is filling in.  I asked him to pose a simple request to the church as they search for their new pastor, Do you truly know this man?  How can a church know a mans spiritual, intimate, and private life by simply listening to a sermon and reading a resume?  Too often we see someones talent and fail to test their relationship with God.  What a dangerous place to take the children of God.  How can a true man of God take a church as simply a hired hand, not knowing the people on a personal level?  I do not believe this the kind of man God calls to lead His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I allow myself to be used the way most churches and orginizations use people, but more importantly, I pray I never use anyone to advance my own agenda.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of my friends that are still there, even though I have co-opted and mistreated you.  Thank you for sticking with me as God taught me these valuable lessons.  I love you and thank God that you all played a part in my learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115666396131212782?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115666396131212782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115666396131212782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115666396131212782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115666396131212782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-or-co-opters-of-gifts.html' title='Friends or co-opters of gifts'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115666327241746278</id><published>2006-08-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:21:12.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Law continued</title><content type='html'>Why is there such a phariseean spirit among us today?  In my own life I see signs of creation of new laws in order to gain a deeper spiritual understanding, or a closeness with God, when I simply need to submit to Christ.  Must we always seek to establish new laws in order to preserve our elite spiritual status? Is it to much to ask for a Christian to simply be that, a follower of Christ, not a writer of law.  My life must seek humility rather than law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115666327241746278?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115666327241746278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115666327241746278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115666327241746278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115666327241746278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-law-continued.html' title='A New Law continued'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115666294885198788</id><published>2006-08-27T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:43:27.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Law</title><content type='html'>I think Derek Webb has a pretty good understanding of the American Christian don't you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about politics and government &lt;br /&gt;just tell me who to vote for &lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about truth and beauty &lt;br /&gt;just label my music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me how to live like a free man &lt;br /&gt;just give me a new law &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t wanna know if the answers aren’t easy &lt;br /&gt;so just bring it down from the mountain to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a new law &lt;br /&gt;i want a new law &lt;br /&gt;gimme that new law &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about moderation and liberty &lt;br /&gt;i prefer a shot of grape juice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about loving my enemies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me how to listen to the Spirit &lt;br /&gt;just give me a new law &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the use in trading a law you can never keep &lt;br /&gt;for one you can that cannot get you anything &lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid &lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid &lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115666294885198788?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115666294885198788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115666294885198788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115666294885198788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115666294885198788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-law.html' title='A New Law'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115570372159701214</id><published>2006-08-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:54:35.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News from SF</title><content type='html'>Ok so there really is no news to report, other than Katie and I leave early tomorrow to go to Ohio for her sister's, Lauren, wedding.  My parents are coming up, so it'll be a great time with our families that we haven't seen for two months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are great here in the city, life is happening 100mph and we have to force ourselves to slow down sometimes.  We held our first "service" on Sunday and we're so excited to see the harvest that God has prepared for such a time as this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The business is growing steadily and Katie is loving the neighborhood center.  There is so much more to write but we're getting up at 3am so I'm turning in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers, we miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I almost forgot, I've added the links to a couple of friends blogs over on the right so check them out.  Ryan and Ken are great guys and great friends, so read there stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115570372159701214?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115570372159701214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115570372159701214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115570372159701214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115570372159701214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/08/news-from-sf.html' title='News from SF'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115516983208868550</id><published>2006-08-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:30:32.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"And it is getting hotter, and the ice caps are melting, and there is a buildup of carbon dioxide in the air. And I think we really need to address the burning of fossil fuels. If we are contributing to the destruction of this planet, we need to do something about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pat Robertson, admitting on his television show, The 700 Club, that recent heat waves have convinced him of the reality of global warming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115516983208868550?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115516983208868550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115516983208868550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115516983208868550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115516983208868550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-it-is-getting-hotter-and-ice-caps.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115492366409926148</id><published>2006-08-06T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:07:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>Community is a popular word these days in the Christian realm, as well as in the secular, often bandied about with ill-defined meaning.  Perhaps its increasing importance results from the fact that well documented research supports what many have already concluded - commitment to community is not as strong as it once was.  Those who continue to affirm its importance frequently must demonstrate its value to clarify its purpose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in SF we participate in "Faith Community" not in the traditional sense of a local meeting or congregation, but in the sense that the Christian faith is the foundation upon which the community rests, the common subject matter the community explores, and the common experience the community seeks to understand and articulate.  As Christ spoke directly to the early disciples, we believe that Christ continues to teach those who seek Truth.  We aspire to be a community where such a search characterizes our life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also a community of learning, as individuals who have responded to God's call in our lives gather to embark on a journey that radically transforms as our lives follow in service of our King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as a community also seek to be a community of "hospitality" characterized by our understanding of Christian love.  In a city that is filled with sojourners, our desire is to be a place where people meet God through our lives and carry "community" wherever they go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intentional definition of community creates the setting in which we are discipled and seek to make disciples for our God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115492366409926148?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115492366409926148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115492366409926148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115492366409926148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115492366409926148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/08/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115378218772964474</id><published>2006-07-24T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:03:07.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, we have recently started a theology pub here in SF and we'll be blogging on our weekly discussions.  I'll still be blogging here but I'll also be writing over there as well.  The address for the new blog is simplerevelation.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115378218772964474?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115378218772964474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115378218772964474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115378218772964474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115378218772964474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/07/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-115242718388196211</id><published>2006-07-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T10:01:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my center???</title><content type='html'>As you read this post please keep in mind that I am a work in progress, seeking only to follow Jesus.  I do not write this with a condemning spirit but with a heart of love for my fellow brother and sister whom I fear is living a life submitted to something other than Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before moving to SF I have wrestled with the reality that in general most of us have no concept of what a life centered around Jesus looks like.  Yes, we have our ideas of what the perfect Christian should be, but deep down there is no reality of what a life fully submitted to Christ should look like.  As my spirit began to break over this subject we moved ourselves to a city condemned by most "christians" as a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah(although those that do probably have no idea why the cities were destroyed).  Upon arriving in the city that is anything but that, my spirit longed for something deeper than the model institution that has been set before us as the church.  My reality was shattered.  What I once found safe horrified me.  My comfort zone had been destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am realizing is that my entire life had been centered around the institution called the church rather than the founder of it whose name is Jesus.  I had fully submitted my life to a corporation that has an industry like attitude toward what the Normal Christian Life should look like.  I had become the Pharisee that looked upon Christ in the flesh and still had no understanding of who He truly was or is today.  We no longer look at the true church as people living organically together, doing life together, fulfilling the promises of God together with a common bond, but we have made the church into a breeding ground for self righteousness that says if your not like me I can't love  you.  Our desire is not to show Christ but rather to make "them" one of "us".  We have made ministry a profession rather than a normal part of everyday life for all who call themselves followers.  Pastors forsake their own families to build an empire that will go down in history as their legacy.  Members of churches worship their doctrine more than their God and worship their pastors more than their doctrine.  These same members also feel that it is the pastors job to evangelize and proclaim the gospel, and their only obligation is to attend a service once a week and tithe 10%.  The church has allowed the gathering to dictate lives rather than allowing life to dictate the gathering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not condemning the institution, you see I've submitted my entire life up to this point to it.  But I have a desire and a calling to call it what it is and to live my life following only Jesus, not the church, because I am the church and so are you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the day when our gatherings and worship services fill the largest stadiums, but not because of some man but because of Christ alone.  I hope for the day when all who come in contact with me know that I love Jesus, not by what I say but by my actions.  I desire to see multitudes turn to Jesus, not for my glory but His.  I pray for the day when Sunday is not the beginning of the week where we come to be fed, but the celebration of a life lived the week before all for the glory of the Father.  You see, I don't believe it's the Pastor's job to spoon feed someone that attends a service, his only job is to show you the way and equip you to feed yourself.  I believe that if a man doesn't work he doesn't eat, the same goes for spiritual food, you have to long for it and seek it out, not count on a sermon to fill you up for a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the day when my life is no longer centered around man's creation of God's church, but when my whole heart, body, spirit, and mind are centered only on Jesus.  Then and only then do I think we can really begin to enter in to the life He has designed for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know Christ is to know life.  Until we begin to understand who He is we cannot serve Him, we can only serve a corrupt institution that truly believes it is doing the right thing.  Our understanding of doctrine is secondary to knowing Him.  Even our understanding of scripture is secondary to centering our lives around Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I consider the very things that I am writing, their is a freedom revealing itself in my spirit.  A freedom from bondage of a system that holds the true church down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put a box around God's true church and try to control life is a dangerous thing.  The pharisee's did it.  The catholic church of old did it.  And yet in every situation where followers were sought out to be controlled a small faction of the people rose out to proclaim a real, living, intimate, relational Savior.  The first generation of these people were the prophets of the Old Testament, then came the Apostles and the early church fathers.  After that we saw the champions of the reformation, and the puritans and pilgrims out of the churches control in England.  I believe that we have again come to the place in history where the true church is in need of reformers, that will call a spade a spade and rise up and lead the way, not by their words, but by their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives that are centered in Christ alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-115242718388196211?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/115242718388196211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=115242718388196211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115242718388196211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/115242718388196211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-is-my-center.html' title='Who is my center???'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114895200377836792</id><published>2006-05-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:20:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have we forgotten how to think?</title><content type='html'>With all the uproar concerning the recent release of the Da Vinci Code (which I have not seen, but plan to very soon) I have been thinking a lot about our failure as a society to think for ourselves.  We rely solely upon the so called wisdom of others to dispense to us the knowledge that we are fully capable of attaining on our own, and yet are simply too lazy to open our minds and think for ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kenny just posted a blog that I think all of you should read so here's the link &lt;a href="http://kennymccord.blogspot.com/2006/05/manipulation.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask that before we talk about a subject that we simply think about it for ourselves instead of simply spewing out what others have said without thinking themselves.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114895200377836792?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114895200377836792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114895200377836792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114895200377836792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114895200377836792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-we-forgotten-how-to-think.html' title='Have we forgotten how to think?'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114884423377674963</id><published>2006-05-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:23:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a whore</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange how much modern day Christians, myself included, look so much like Gomer, the bride of Hosea.  We never fully seem to understand the love of our Husband(Christ), and yet while we continue to live our lives of extravagance and destitution He continues to pursue us relentlessly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too often we simply put on our wedding dress when it is convenient for us to be married to Him, and when we are done with that season we simply remove all that resembles His sacrifice for us and walk away much like the Prodigal son.  Thankfully this doesn't end His pursuit, He sends other members of our bridal party to allure us and witness to us the majesty of our husband.  And finally when all else has failed he lures us into the desert place where there is nothing left for us to run to or cling to, and there we finally understand that we must no longer call him Our Baal, but rather, Our Master, our Husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thought, that while we live our lives as whores and harlets, he pursues us as pure vessels for marriage.  Thank God for this relentless pursuit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114884423377674963?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114884423377674963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114884423377674963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114884423377674963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114884423377674963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-whore.html' title='I am a whore'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114868695652421624</id><published>2006-05-26T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:42:36.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle at Cana, I mean Collinsville!!!</title><content type='html'>So the wedding has come and gone and the memories will last a life time.  God in His providence gave us the best day we could possibly have imagined.  More than anything Katie and I were able to worship with our friends and family, and had the opportunity to share Christ with friends and family that aren't followers of Jesus.  It was awesome to hear comments from those who have walked in faith for many seasons as to how our simple little ceremony impacted their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even caused a bit of controversy with our musical selections.  But again God used that to open the eyes of those who had for so long refused to understand the changing of time.  I had the opportunity to sit with my childhood pastor and work with him and explain that we are not going away from our faith, but rather have an opportunity to embrace our relationship with Christ like never before and engage a culture that the church has seemingly abandoned for so long.  As we talked we learned a lot from each other, I finally understood why the fundamentalist movement I grew up in fought so hard against my generation and our struggles with institutionalized religion, and he has begun a process of excepting that we believe that the message of the Gospel is and forever will be the same and yet our methodology must progress with culture in order to properly engage people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to see His hand in even the simplest of things.  While Jesus' first miracle may have been at the wedding in Cana, His most recent I believe was the wedding at Collinsville, VA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I leave next week for San Francisco.  We are beyond excited to begin this new life God has laid before us.  As we allow the kingdom of God to expand in us, it is our prayer that He uses us to expand His kingdom here on earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114868695652421624?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114868695652421624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114868695652421624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114868695652421624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114868695652421624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/05/miracle-at-cana-i-mean-collinsville.html' title='Miracle at Cana, I mean Collinsville!!!'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114713053891561695</id><published>2006-05-08T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:22:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provision</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine has said that our work is worship, we are simply to trust God for provision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks I have learned the truth in this statement.  It is amazing how God provides for all of our needs when we begin to simply worship in everything we do, or at least try to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I are getting ready to move to San Francisco to work and live with our friends, but a lot of things had to happen to make this move possible.  In the beginning and at many times over the last few weeks I have been discouraged about those "things".  I saw no way for them to happen, which is good because I would have probably tried to accomplish them on my own.  But thankfully the answer to these "things" was always just out of my reach, so we have simply had to trust God for provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that had to happen was my Jeep, my beloved Jeep, had to be sold.  Within days God allowed that to happen.  In the beginning I had no idea where I would work, but God has allowed our friends business to pick up to the point where I will be able to begin work as soon as we get out there.  I think the biggest thing was the fact that it is going to take a good amount of money to get us there, and my finite mind couldn't understand where it was going to come from.  But slowly checks began to come in.  I don't know how but somehow we are over halfway to our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write this now, before we reached our goal to simply give God the credit for it all.  I know that I have a tendency to take credit that isn't due to me and definitely didn't want to steal it from Him.  We are trusting Him to bring in the rest and to provide for all of our needs as He sees fit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting is it to know that our God is a provider?  That he simply takes care of His own...What lesson can we learn from this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114713053891561695?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114713053891561695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114713053891561695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114713053891561695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114713053891561695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/05/provision.html' title='Provision'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114602143667730372</id><published>2006-04-25T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:17:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>Not a lot to say today other than I've been thinking a lot about this idea of reality.  Reality is a hard pill to swallow sometimes.  Sometimes it goes down sweet but most of the times the reality of any given situation can be hard to grasp.  The reality of the unknown in our lives is a scary thought, we never truly know what tomorrow holds.  The reality of life freaks me out, the idea that I'm not in control is especially hard to comprehend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all there is a reality that causes great peace and joy, that's the reality of Christ and his promises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this got me to thinking about what reality I've been living in...most of the time I'm a hypocrite and live in a reality not meant for His children, or anyone for that matter.  It's a struggle everyone faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reality are you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114602143667730372?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114602143667730372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114602143667730372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114602143667730372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114602143667730372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114534287891045957</id><published>2006-04-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:47:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it late or really early???</title><content type='html'>Right now it's about 2:30am and I've just gotten in from work.  Tonight I was reminded of how good God is, sometimes He provides opportunities to share His Son when you'd least expect it.  And to be honest when you really don't feel like it.  And then I'm reminded of how my weakness brings out His strength.  I went to work today with no real ambition to do anything other than do my time and leave, but apparently someone else had bigger plans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store closes each night around 11 and we're usually out of there by 11:30. But for some reason tonight my boss asked me if I would stick around and help clean the oven and a few other things, I could tell that he really didn't want to clean the oven but it's a good way for a man to say, hey buddy I need to chat.  I really had no desire to stay but I felt that little push from you know who so I stayed.  I won't go in to detail, but with our heads in a huge pizza oven we discussed life, and why we're here, and some things he'd been thinking about recently.  He asked me my take on life and why I thought we were here.  I was exhausted but somehow, from somewhere the words came that I could not have spoken had I been completely refreshed and awake.  I told him I was a friend of Jesus, not a religious zealot, but that I was just a normal person trying to follow Christ.  I told him that I am a hypocrite at times, even in this conversation when I should be excited about talking with him about faith and life I'm tired and in the beginning I just wanted to go home.  I told him that my faith is more than church on Sundays, it's about my everyday life, it's how i talk, how i react when customers cuss me out.  And finally I told him that it's not about me, it's about him.  I told him that my faith, my relationship with Jesus, was about being a friend to him when he needed a friend, not a judge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there with our heads in an oven and with oven cleaner starting to get a little strong he simply said, wow, thanks dude.  And that was it, no great conversion story to tell you about, not even a prayer together.  But I think he understands that he has a friend, and I believe that a seed may have been planted, maybe I'll be blessed and get to harvest it, maybe that will be someone elses blessing.  But most importantly tonight I realized His strength in my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man of unclean lips, and yet I am blessed to proclaim&lt;br /&gt;Holy Holy Holy is the Lord Almighty.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114534287891045957?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114534287891045957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114534287891045957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114534287891045957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114534287891045957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-it-late-or-really-early.html' title='Is it late or really early???'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114494979342605971</id><published>2006-04-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:36:33.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been over a month since my last post.  It's not that I've been too busy to write, just that I've been, well, lazy.  I haven't been in the right mindset to write the deep stuff that drives me.  I've been focusing on what I haven't been able to do, rather than where God has me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, March 3rd was my last day with World Help.  I knew the time was coming for me to leave, I just thought that it would be the summer when I had planned to move to San Francisco.  But before my trip to NY I found out that World Help had to make budget cuts and since I was leaving anyway, it made it a lot easier to include me.  My world was rocked, my comfort zone destroyed.  It's so much easier to say that you'd serve God in the gutter or wherever He places you until He asks you to lay down your pride and position and become a driver at Papa John's.  I must admit that the last month has not only been humbling but humiliating at times.  I find myself working for a kid that's still in high school after I have worked for 2 years for one of the giants of modern day missions.  I find that I am slapping pizza dough instead of standing in front of thousands of people proclaiming the gospel.  But then days come when you are sitting there with that high school boss of yours and you see how troubled and broken his spirit seems and you understand exactly why God has brought you to this little pizza shop on the corner of Church and Fairy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand why God would bring me back to Martinsville, if even for a short season.  I couldn't understand why I would be humbled and humiliated.  And then God showed me.  I had, for only a brief moment, the opportunity to peer into someone elses heart and feel their pain, to understand their hurt.  And then it all clicked, this is what we're called to do.  Not stand in front of thousands everyday, but to sit and listen and be a friend.  God created us to long for relationships, to develop friendships, to bring others to Him by our example.  Again my humility reached an all time high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month, God has allowed my world to be turned inside out.  He has given a clear path for an interesting future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 3rd I ended my season with World Help, a place I will always love and never forget.  On March 4th I asked Katie Rickabaugh to be my wife, suprisingly she said YES!!! One month from today, Katie and I will be married and will begin this crazy life together. This is my public invitation to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all, after a brief honeymoon, she and I will begin our trek across country to our new home in San Francisco, where we will join our dear friends Kenny and Kelly McCord for a time of growth and allowing the kingdom of God to expand in us and hopefully we can bring some new things to the table.  Call us adventurers but we don't even know where we're going to live yet, other than spending the first few weeks with Kenny and Kelly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we start this new life I am reminded to always look with anticipation at what God holds for us next.  I am also reminded to cherish what He has for you now, it may be a preparation for what's to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114494979342605971?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114494979342605971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114494979342605971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114494979342605971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114494979342605971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114220199758486196</id><published>2006-03-12T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:19:57.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok so i thought i was back</title><content type='html'>Wow, so much has gone down since my last post.  I don't have time to expound right now, but I'll post more later.  Just a quick update, I'm no longer with World Help, I'm moving to San Francisco, and there is one HUGE thing that i'll tell you all about in a few days when i have time to write more.  But until then, here is a question that a friend asked me the other day and I'm gonna write on later, here is it is, let me know your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pursue success or do you live out of success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114220199758486196?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114220199758486196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114220199758486196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114220199758486196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114220199758486196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-i-thought-i-was-back.html' title='ok so i thought i was back'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114070456574026837</id><published>2006-02-23T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:22:45.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back...i think</title><content type='html'>So I have just returned from a great week at the NRB(National Religious Broadcaster's convention) and I am thoroughly wiped.  I don't think I've been this tired in a long time.  My feet hurt, my back is throbbing, but it's ok we accomplished a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a few great men of God, men that when looked upon from afar have accomplished so much for the kingdom.  I thought that once I met them I would have a different take.  But they were all so very humble, well most of them.  I had the opportunity to meet a hero of the faith, Dr. David Jeremiah.  I was so impressed with his smile, the way he talked, the way he walked.  Not even a hint of arrogance.  This is a man that God has used greatly and yet he is almost embarrassed to be introduced as anything other than a simple servant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard a message from R.C. Sproul about "relevance"  He pointed out some great truths that I think we can all learn from.  He said that even though he is old and "uncool" he can still be relevant.  He also said that a lot have what it takes to be cool but have no concept of what it takes to be relevant.  He went on to explain that relevance depends on our ability to reveal the true nature of Christ in all we do.  Relevance depends on our Christ like lifestyle, whether we are cool or not, our lives should revolve around one central theme, the revelation of Christ in all we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we begin to reveal the character of Christ, relationships come naturally, social justice comes naturally, community comes naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to relevant, reveal HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I leave again tomorrow, I'll be going to Ohio to spend some quality time with Katie, and then on to NY to speak at Davis College during their Global Needs Week.  I'll be speaking in Chapel on Wednesday and then teaching seminars the rest of the week.  Keep me in your prayers.  &lt;a href="http://www.davisny.edu"&gt;www.davisny.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114070456574026837?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114070456574026837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114070456574026837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114070456574026837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114070456574026837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-backi-think.html' title='i&apos;m back...i think'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-114004087469278542</id><published>2006-02-15T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:01:14.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Runner</title><content type='html'>Today I had the opportunity to sit and watch the viewing of a new documentary about a guy who is a good friend of mine called the runner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Horton set out last year to break the world record on the Pacific Crest Trail that runs from Mexico to Canada by taking a trail that is some 2600+ miles long.  The previous record had been 83 or so days and David broke that record by running the trail in 66 days.  Check out the trailer and order the dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journeyfilm.com/therunner/"&gt;http://www.journeyfilm.com/therunner/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sat there in amazement at this incredible accomplishment I began thinking about my own race.  The race that I have been called to run, my destined path before I was even born.  I thought of all of the obstacles that have come and gone, and I thought about what lies ahead.  So often, as David wanted so many times on the trail, I want to quit.  Just give up, but something inside says that just over the next hill there is rest.  A place to find comfort, water when I'm thirsty, food when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how selfish we become while we're on this race?  We reach a certain place and begin to take the credit, take the glory in what we have accomplished, while never turning around to see the incredible crew that God has placed in our lives to get us this far.  How often have we fallen and had a friend there to pick us up?  How often have we felt defeated and a friend gave us a hug?  What I learned today is that it's not about me, it's about us.  I can't run my race alone, I need the crew that God has given me.  We all need people.  We all need relationships.  Too often I forget this and fail to say thank you to the "crew" that got me this far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog is for you.  Thank you, for not giving up on me.  Thank you for supporting my crazy dreams and visions.  Thank you for loving me when I screw everything up.  Thank you for being my family, my best friends, my "crew".  I love you all and I can't wait to run the rest of this race called life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we run this race together let us remember that the goal is just ahead, so press on toward the mark of our high calling.  Let us run the race in faith and together accomplish something that is bigger than ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-114004087469278542?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/114004087469278542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=114004087469278542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114004087469278542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/114004087469278542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/runner.html' title='The Runner'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113986678352094434</id><published>2006-02-13T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:39:43.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me mister</title><content type='html'>I think this pretty much somes it up, Which mister are you? Which mister am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Harper/Plunier&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. do you have the time or are you so important that it stands still for you,&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. lend me your ear or are you not only blind but do you not hear&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. isn't that your oil in the sea and the pollution in the air mr. whose could that be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. but i'm a mister too and you're givin' mr. a bad name mr. like you, so i'm taking the mr. from out in front of your name cause it's a mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame, it's a mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame,&lt;br /&gt;and i've seen enough to know that i've seen too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. can't you see the children dying you say that you can't help them mr. you're not even trying, excuse me mr. take a look around mr. just look up and you will see it's comin' down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. but i'm a mister too and you're givin' mr. a bad name mr. like you so i'm taking the mr. from out in front of your name, cause it's a mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame it's a mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame, and i've seen enough to know that i've seen too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mr. when you're rattling on heaven's gate let me tell you mr. by then it is too late cause mr. &lt;strong&gt;when you get there they don't ask how much you saved all they'll want to know, mr. is what you gave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me mr. but i'm a mister too and you're givin' mr. a bad name mr. like you so i'm taking the mr. from out in front of your name cause it's a mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame it's a mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113986678352094434?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113986678352094434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113986678352094434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113986678352094434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113986678352094434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/excuse-me-mister.html' title='Excuse me mister'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113932200345630448</id><published>2006-02-07T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:20:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is church</title><content type='html'>Recently I was speaking with a good friend about his dream to plant a church/ministry in New York city, since his dream is seemingly the same as mine just opposite coasts, I was more apt to listen closely.  He made the statement that he wanted to plant a church in the city that truly lived out the church 6 days a week, and on the 7th day he didn't care where they went to worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that this idea resonates deep in my heart of hearts but at first this idea struck me as strange, why would you plant a church with no visible numbers to report?  Why would you submit yourself to such hardwork and arduous labor without being able to write a prayer letter detailing the size of your services or the size of your sanctuary?  With no tangible results how will anyone know what is going on?  This is the mindset of the church today, a mindset that must change if the kingdom is to be increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was with this mindset that caused me to turn away from ministry just a few short years ago.  The american church was no longer a 24/7 lifestyle but rather a Sunday morning gathering of the merging of "ME" generations.  Church was no longer the body of Christ, going, doing, and showing the love of Christ, but rather an establishment of self centered egotists that needs to feel better about themselves.  The church was no longer our ministry but our business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last stop before coming to World Help was as Youth Pastor of a prominent church in VA.  I came in with the idea of making a difference, of encouraging todays youth in the love of Jesus.  But that all changed one day when the pastor called me into his office and sat me down to tell me that this "ministry" must be run as a business.  Believing the lie of corporate america the church had sunken to an all time low.  We were more concerned with the bottom line, than who was living under the bridge.  As a young pastor I took this in stride.  I conformed to that mindset and built a very large youth group.  But ultimately I failed, as did the pastor and the majority of the church because we failed to be the church the other 6 days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was with this great defeat that I resigned my position.  Not only as youth pastor, but vowing to never serve in the church again.  How can I serve Jesus when he is a nothing more than a business.   When did Jesus become a corporation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought back to Matthew 21 and realized that Jesus himself fought against the incorporation of the church.  At that moment something changed inside that has since become a fire that cannot be put out.  We as true friends of Jesus must in every way, shape, and form be the church daily regardless of where we attend on Sunday.   The church, the true church, the body of Christ must be more concerned with the hurting and sick than we are with the size of building or the beauty of the baptistry.  We must focus more attention to the homeless than the price tag on our sound equipment.  How can we knowingly refuse to feed someone so that we can increase the already to loud decibel level on stage?  How can we turn away a single mother of four simply because we don't agree with her lifestyle?  How can we say to the person that is living in sin that we have achieved this higher level of spiritual righteousness that excludes them from our company? Especially when we have no concept of true Christlike love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends around the country that are living as the true church.  They are loving in ways that I cannot comprehend.  They are doing things that the church for so long has stayed away from for self righteous reasoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of these friends that my mind, more importantly my heart, has changed.  Being the church is more important than a Sunday morning service.  Sure we'll probably have one in Portland.  Yes I hope it grows.  But my prayer is that our leadership never get bigger than Jesus.  That we never let our human greed defeat our desire to meet human need.  And that we look nothing like the "money changers" of old, but rather the True church of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it look like if we all took a step back from the business of ministry and allowed ourselves to see the need of humanity?  What would it look like if we took a step back from our own self righteousness and saw our own need for Christ's love?  I dare say the church would not look like corporate america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of Corporate Church are coming to an end, let us together engage culture as Friends of Jesus rather than hiding in our temples as Pharisees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113932200345630448?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113932200345630448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113932200345630448' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113932200345630448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113932200345630448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-church.html' title='What is church'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113911457018203298</id><published>2006-02-04T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:58:52.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh look from a really cool guy</title><content type='html'>Remarks at the National Prayer Breakfast by Bono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It's certainly not because I'm a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I'm here because I've got a messianic complex.Yes, it's true. And for anyone who knows me, it's hardly a revelation.Well, I'm the first to admit that there's something unnatural...something unseemly...about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the south of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert...but this is really weird, isn't it?You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind.Mr. President, are you sure about this?It's very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned - I'm Irish.I'd like to talk about the laws of man, here in this city where those laws are written. And I'd like to talk about higher laws. It would be great to assume that the one serves the other; that the laws of man serve these higher laws...but of course, they don't always. And I presume that, in a sense, is why you're here.I presume the reason for this gathering is that all of us here - Muslims, Jews, Christians - all are searching our souls for how to better serve our family, our community, our nation, our God.I know I am. Searching, I mean. And that, I suppose, is what led me here, too.Yes, it's odd, having a rock star here - but maybe it's odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life. Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line. Where the line between church and state was...well, a little blurry, and hard to see.I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God.For me, at least, it got in the way. Seeing what religious people, in the name of God, did to my native land...and in this country, seeing God's second-hand car salesmen on the cable TV channels, offering indulgences for cash...in fact, all over the world, seeing the self-righteousness roll down like a mighty stream from certain corners of the religious establishment...I must confess, I changed the channel. I wanted my MTV.Even though I was a believer.Perhaps because I was a believer.I was cynical...not about God, but about God's politics. (There you are, Jim.)Then, in 1997, a couple of eccentric, septuagenarian British Christians went and ruined my shtick - my reproachfulness. They did it by describing the millennium, the year 2000, as a Jubilee year, as an opportunity to cancel the chronic debts of the world's poorest people. They had the audacity to renew the Lord's call - and were joined by Pope John Paul II, who, from an Irish half-Catholic's point of view, may have had a more direct line to the Almighty.'Jubilee' - why 'Jubilee'?What was this year of Jubilee, this year of our Lord's favor?I'd always read the scriptures, even the obscure stuff. There it was in Leviticus (25:35)...'If your brother becomes poor,' the scriptures say, 'and cannot maintain himself...you shall maintain him.... You shall not lend him your money at interest, not give him your food for profit.'It is such an important idea, Jubilee, that Jesus begins his ministry with this. Jesus is a young man, he's met with the rabbis, impressed everyone, people are talking. The elders say, he's a clever guy, this Jesus, but he hasn't done much...yet. He hasn't spoken in public before...When he does, is first words are from Isaiah: 'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,' he says, 'because He has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.' And Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord's favour, the year of Jubilee (Luke 4:18).What he was really talking about was an era of grace - and we're still in it.So fast-forward 2,000 years. That same thought, grace, was made incarnate - in a movement of all kinds of people. It wasn't a bless-me club... it wasn't a holy huddle. These religious guys were willing to get out in the streets, get their boots dirty, wave the placards, follow their convictions with actions...making it really hard for people like me to keep their distance. It was amazing. I almost started to like these church people.But then my cynicism got another helping hand.It was what Colin Powell, a five-star general, called the greatest W.M.D. of them all: a tiny little virus called AIDS. And the religious community, in large part, missed it. The ones that didn't miss it could only see it as divine retribution for bad behaviour. Even on children...even [though the] fastest growing group of HIV infections were married, faithful women.Aha, there they go again! I thought to myself judgmentalism is back!But in truth, I was wrong again. The church was slow but the church got busy on this the leprosy of our age.Love was on the move.Mercy was on the move.God was on the move.Moving people of all kinds to work with others they had never met, never would have cared to meet...conservative church groups hanging out with spokesmen for the gay community, all singing off the same hymn sheet on AIDS...soccer moms and quarterbacks...hip-hop stars and country stars. This is what happens when God gets on the move: crazy stuff happens!Popes were seen wearing sunglasses!Jesse Helms was seen with a ghetto blaster!Crazy stuff. Evidence of the spirit.It was breathtaking. Literally. It stopped the world in its tracks.When churches started demonstrating on debt, governments listened - and acted. When churches starting organising, petitioning, and even - that most unholy of acts today, God forbid, lobbying...on AIDS and global health, governments listened - and acted.I'm here today in all humility to say: you changed minds; you changed policy; you changed the world.Look, whatever thoughts you have about God, who He is or if He exists, most will agree that if there is a God, He has a special place for the poor. In fact, the poor are where God lives.Check Judaism. Check Islam. Check pretty much anyone.I mean, God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill. I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff. Maybe, maybe not. But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them. "If you remove the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, and if you give yourself to the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then your light will rise in darkness and your gloom with become like midday and the Lord will continually guide you and satisfy your desire in scorched places."It's not a coincidence that in the scriptures, poverty is mentioned more than 2,100 times. It's not an accident. That's a lot of air time, 2,100 mentions. (You know, the only time Christ is judgmental is on the subject of the poor.) 'As you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me' (Matthew 25:40). As I say, good news to the poor.Here's some good news for the president. After 9/11 we were told America would have no time for the world's poor. America would be taken up with its own problems of safety. And it's true these are dangerous times, but America has not drawn the blinds and double-locked the doors.In fact, you have doubled aid to Africa. You have tripled funding for global health. Mr. President, your emergency plan for AIDS relief and support for the Global Fund - you and Congress - have put 700,000 people onto life-saving anti-retroviral drugs and provided 8 million bed nets to protect children from malaria.Outstanding human achievements. Counterintuitive. Historic. Be very, very proud.But here's the bad news. From charity to justice, the good news is yet to come. There is much more to do. There's a gigantic chasm between the scale of the emergency and the scale of the response.And finally, it's not about charity after all, is it? It's about justice.Let me repeat that: It's not about charity, it's about justice.And that's too bad.Because you're good at charity. Americans, like the Irish, are good at it. We like to give, and we give a lot, even those who can't afford it.But justice is a higher standard. Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice; it makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties, it doubts our concern, it questions our commitment.Sixty-five hundred Africans are still dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease, for lack of drugs we can buy at any drug store. This is not about charity, this is about justice and equality.Because there's no way we can look at what's happening in Africa and, if we're honest, conclude that deep down, we really accept that Africans are equal to us. Anywhere else in the world, we wouldn't accept it. Look at what happened in South East Asia with the tsunami. 150,000 lives lost to that misnomer of all misnomers, "mother nature." In Africa, 150,000 lives are lost every month. A tsunami every month. And it's a completely avoidable catastrophe.It's annoying but justice and equality are mates. Aren't they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain.You know, think of those Jewish sheep-herders going to meet the Pharaoh, mud on their shoes, and the Pharaoh says, "Equal?" A preposterous idea: rich and poor are equal? And they say, "Yeah, 'equal,' that's what it says here in this book. We're all made in the image of God."And eventually the Pharaoh says, "OK, I can accept that. I can accept the Jews - but not the blacks.""Not the women. Not the gays. Not the Irish. No way, man."So on we go with our journey of equality.On we go in the pursuit of justice.We hear that call in the ONE Campaign, a growing movement of more than 2 million Americans...Left and Right together... united in the belief that where you live should no longer determine whether you live.We hear that call even more powerfully today, as we mourn the loss of Coretta Scott King - mother of a movement for equality, one that changed the world but is only just getting started. These issues are as alive as they ever were; they just change shape and cross the seas.Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market...that's a justice issue. Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents...that's a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents...that's a justice issue.And while the law is what we say it is, God is not silent on the subject.That's why I say there's the law of the land¿. And then there is a higher standard. There's the law of the land, and we can hire experts to write them so they benefit us, so the laws say it's OK to protect our agriculture but it's not OK for African farmers to do the same, to earn a living?As the laws of man are written, that's what they say.God will not accept that.Mine won't, at least. Will yours?[ pause]I close this morning on...very...thin...ice.This is a dangerous idea I've put on the table: my God vs. your God, their God vs. our God...vs. no God. It is very easy, in these times, to see religion as a force for division rather than unity.And this is a town - Washington - that knows something of division.But the reason I am here, and the reason I keep coming back to Washington, is because this is a town that is proving it can come together on behalf of what the scriptures call the least of these.This is not a Republican idea. It is not a Democratic idea. It is not even, with all due respect, an American idea. Nor it is unique to any one faith.'Do to others as you would have them do to you' (Luke 6:30). Jesus says that.'Righteousness is this: that one should...give away wealth out of love for him to the near of kin and the orphans and the needy and the wayfarer and the beggars and for the emancipation of the captives.' The Koran says that (2.177).Thus sayeth the Lord: 'Bring the homeless poor into the house, when you see the naked, cover him, then your light will break out like the dawn and your recovery will speedily spring fourth, then your Lord will be your rear guard.' The Jewish scripture says that. Isaiah 58 again.That is a powerful incentive: 'The Lord will watch your back.' Sounds like a good deal to me, right now.A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord's blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it¿. I have a family, please look after them¿. I have this crazy idea...And this wise man said: stop.He said, stop asking God to bless what you're doing.Get involved in what God is doing - because it's already blessed.Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing.And that is what he's calling us to do.I was amazed when I first got to this country and I learned how much some churchgoers tithe. Up to 10% of the family budget. Well, how does that compare with the federal budget, the budget for the entire American family? How much of that goes to the poorest people in the world? Less than 1%.Mr. President, Congress, people of faith, people of America:I want to suggest to you today that you see the flow of effective foreign assistance as tithing.... Which, to be truly meaningful, will mean an additional 1% of the federal budget tithed to the poor.What is 1%?1% is not merely a number on a balance sheet.1% is the girl in Africa who gets to go to school, thanks to you. 1% is the AIDS patient who gets her medicine, thanks to you. 1% is the African entrepreneur who can start a small family business thanks to you. 1% is not redecorating presidential palaces or money flowing down a rat hole. This 1% is digging waterholes to provide clean water.1% is a new partnership with Africa, not paternalism toward Africa, where increased assistance flows toward improved governance and initiatives with proven track records and away from boondoggles and white elephants of every description.America gives less than 1% now. We're asking for an extra 1% to change the world. to transform millions of lives - but not just that and I say this to the military men now - to transform the way that they see us.1% is national security, enlightened economic self-interest, and a better, safer world rolled into one. Sounds to me that in this town of deals and compromises, 1% is the best bargain around.These goals - clean water for all; school for every child; medicine for the afflicted, an end to extreme and senseless poverty - these are not just any goals; they are the Millennium Development goals, which this country supports. And they are more than that. They are the Beatitudes for a globalised world.Now, I'm very lucky. I don't have to sit on any budget committees. And I certainly don't have to sit where you do, Mr. President. I don't have to make the tough choices.But I can tell you this:To give 1% more is right. It's smart. And it's blessed.There is a continent - Africa - being consumed by flames.I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did - or did not to - to put the fire out in Africa.History, like God, is watching what we do.Thank you. Thank you, America, and God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113911457018203298?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113911457018203298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113911457018203298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113911457018203298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113911457018203298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/fresh-look-from-really-cool-guy.html' title='A fresh look from a really cool guy'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113899862290988961</id><published>2006-02-03T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:23:41.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVN-2LAg9zs/RXKJimHSqYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/64tIqQkznjE/s1600-h/DSCF0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/9668/320/uganda_pic3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten Children&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113899843313760055?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113899843313760055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113899843313760055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113899843313760055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113899843313760055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/forgotten-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113899755439161132</id><published>2006-02-03T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:42:04.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>Every night over 40,000 children, some as young as 5 years old, leave their villages to take refuge in the towns of Northern Uganda ... these are Uganda's "forgotten children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of boys and girls, carrying only a small mat to sleep on, walk as far as 8 miles each way in order to escape abduction, rape, and violent attacks by Ugandan rebels. Most of these children end up sleeping on the streets. The fortunate ones may find places to sleep in courtyards and in the churches. But, nearly 14,000 of these children find refuge each night in Gulu. The local people call them the "night commuters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has turned its head at this ugly tragedy, the church has turned it's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of just how blind we as American christians are to the plight of peoples outside of our personal realm of comfort. We have hardened our hearts for the poor and the needy. We have desensitized ourselves to the point that we can no longer sense the pain and affliction of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has beckoned believers to live in community, not in royal mansions. He has charged us with the responsibility to care for those around us, whether they are of like faith or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians have long ago forgotten that being a follower of Christ calls us to lay down every possession and hold nothing back. We are taught in our society to save for a rainy day and to stockpile our wealth, while the God that I serve teaches me to live by faith. In fact we are commanded to sell our possessions and give the proceeds to the poor and needy and to then take up our cross and follow Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I ask, what would it look like if we embraced "Life together" instead of this is my life and I'll tithe my 10%. I don't believe God is pleased when he looks at our lives and sees that we are not living the life that we are called to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all that to say this, if believers, myself included, would live a life of total sacrifice instead of a life of selfish ambition and a greed for wealth, there would be no crisis in Uganda. If we remember the Call of Christ, the Children will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theforgottenchildren.com"&gt;www.theforgottenchildren.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we never forget!!!!&lt;a href="http://www.forgottenchildren.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113899755439161132?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113899755439161132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113899755439161132' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113899755439161132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113899755439161132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113882103555130425</id><published>2006-02-01T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:10:44.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Abandon</title><content type='html'>I've wandered lately what it would look like to live with a reckless abandonment for self and begin living for others.  I mean to totally live life in a way that leaves no room for selfish ambitions or desires but that is totally consumed with serving Christ and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at a website today, &lt;a href="http://www.evilbible.com"&gt;www.evilbible.com&lt;/a&gt;, and my heart was broken.  I wasn't angered by the content of the website, but by the simple fact that the believers she has come in contact with have all been hypocrites.  They have taught love and lived hate, taught obedience and lived the opposite, they talk of abundant joy and live in desolate defeat and depression.  I have shown the website to a number of so called believers and I have been thoroughly shocked by their response.  Instead of heartfelt grief for this lady they are angered by her dismissal of the bible.  When in fact, if they are angered at all it should be at those that claim Christ and live the life of the ultimate hypocrite.  Even better they should be angered by their own sinful reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that we as Christians don't slip up and do hypocritical things.  None of us are perfect, but we can live a life that is devoted to the pursuit of holiness and a passion for showing the love of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogmatic militant approach of Christianity is no longer an option if we are to impactf today's cultural paradigm shift.  I believe that if we are to change the way a culture thinks it will not happen within the walls of the church but on the street where the church shows it's true colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a good friend said recently, some see the change in culture and are afraid of it, some run from it, some fight it, some ignore it, others engage it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that the only way to engage culture in a relevant way is to abandon self and serve others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have it all figured out, but I am bound and determined to live my life in such a way others see Jesus in me.  Not as some dogmatic religious figure, but as a kind, loving, gentle friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113882103555130425?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113882103555130425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113882103555130425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113882103555130425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113882103555130425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/02/reckless-abandon.html' title='Reckless Abandon'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113694444094400686</id><published>2006-01-10T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:54:00.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Today I rediscovered a basic truth about the Christian life.  I realized that to accomplish a God-sized task, each one of us must begin with "Baby Steps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often in the Christian walk men and women try to run before they even know how to crawl.  We realize that God has a calling on our lives and one of two things begins to take place.  Both options involve the task of running.  One will run to the calling while the other will run away from their calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person can see the "big picture" Immediately this person races off on their quest to change the world.  While this is an incredible attitude to have, there are many obstacles that lie ahead for this dear saint.  What we must all realize is that to fulfill God's calling we must rely on God's timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first to admit to hearing God's call and trying to run before I've learned to crawl.  Today I was in the car for quite a long time and I began to reevaluate where I am in my walk and in what direction I am travelling.  It has taken a long time for God to teach me how to stand and today I needed to make sure that my footing was firm before I continued walking.  I understand that to move forward in my calling and destiny that I must take baby steps toward my goals, because like a toddler, I have a tendency to fall flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a desire to GO and PREACH and TEACH and DISCIPLE.  But before I can do those things, I must let God's sweet spirit refine my heart so that my intentions are pure and my goals are His goals.  My heart must be able to love unconditionally and it must break for people.  My spirit must be strong yet kind so that I might lead like Jesus.  God has brought me so far, he has carried me for so long.  At one point in my life I thought I was ready to run, and run I did.  Until I began tripping over my own two feet.  And now I realize that if these things are to be fulfilled, and I know they will, I have to be patient and move move like a toddler just beginning to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of running off to complete a God-sized task, the faithful Christian must be willing to undergo God-sized refinement!!!!  For it is in the refiner's fire that God's ultimate plan is revealed.  Just like a baby learning to walk, we will all fall down numerous times before we can run.  But once we are ready and fully trained we will be able to then and only then take off running full steam ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those that will run as fast as they can away from their divine destiny.  Theses people are simply afraid of God wants them to do.  But I have realized that true joy can not be found until we turn our eyes away from fear and toward the One that has valiantly conquered fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that runs away is no different than you and I, they are not necessarilly living in sin.  But like most of us they are uninformed to the true beauty of God's glorious calling.  We all need to learn the providing and protecting attributes of God.  Once a believer can completely trust in God's sovereignty he can then begin to take baby steps in the direction of his calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the two runners are presented with the same question.  What will be done with your divine purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember BABY STEPS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113694444094400686?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113694444094400686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113694444094400686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113694444094400686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113694444094400686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113639883687850429</id><published>2006-01-04T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:22:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I worship?</title><content type='html'>I was asking myself this question today as I talked to a pastor of a rather influential church. Why don't we get it? Why can't people understand the reason we were created? Why can't the church realize it's main function? Why do I worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably saying what don't I get? I worship God. That's exactly how I've felt my entire life. God is good, God is great, yada yada yada. But until recently I never grasped the reason for my existence or the reason for creation at all. I know we were all taught that we were created to worship God, that's great but how do we worship? Why do we worship? Why do I worship this God that thought it would be best to create me the way that I am? I know I would have done things differently. But then I'm brought back to reality by the simple fact that I'm not God and God's ways are not my ways and so on. And so why do I worship Him if His ways are not my ways, why don't I worship something that agrees with me, like a boulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire concept of worship has been so abused by the church in the last century that none of us fully understand, nor ever will understand, it's complete purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about forms of worship, but rather why we worship. I've come to realize that not one of us will ever worship in the same manner, they may be similar but my heart will never say the same thing as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I worship God? The short answer is that I, alone in my own power, am incapable of worshipping God. Yes I can go through the motions, but that is only because I want to please those around me, hence my worship is people directed rather than God directed. Yes we were created by God to worship God, but because of sin we are entirely incapable of even coming close to acceptable worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way that I can worship is to be drawn into it by something or someone stronger than myself. This is called the leading the of the Holy Spirit. You see, your job is not to concentrate on the form of worship, your job is to submit to the leading of the Holy Spirit. Our job is to live our lives in such a way that everything we do, everything we say is directed by this indwelling. Thus bringing Glory to God, the entire premise of the Bible as stated in the book of Romans. I truly believe that our job as followers of Christ is to simply give up. To give up control of our lives, our thoughts, our actions. Give up everything that was held dear to our old self. Once we give up control, we have no choice but to do that which we are called to do, worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I worship? The answer is simple, yet profound. I worship because I have no choice, I can't do anything else. If I live a life of full surrender, everything I do, everything I say, will be done out of worship for my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113639883687850429?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113639883687850429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113639883687850429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113639883687850429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113639883687850429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-i-worship.html' title='Why do I worship?'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496442.post-113632585366262972</id><published>2006-01-03T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:04:13.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 3 First blog ever</title><content type='html'>So yeah this is my blog, welcome, if anyone ever reads it.  I've never really felt the need to blog before, but I want to share with everyone the craziness that runs through my head all day long.  So if you want to know then keep reading, if not you're not hurting my feelings by not reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm a follower of Christ.  I never refer to myself as a Christian just b/c that is a title that is earned.  It means to be like Christ or to be an imitator of Him.  So how can I call myself an imitator if I can't see myself.  That is for others to decide, I simply follow.  With that being said I have an immense desire to know and serve my God with my whole heart.  But you see, I'm human and I screw up a lot.  I have a tendency to be judgmental, to be arrogant, prideful.  I fight everyday with these inner sins just like you do.  So this blog is pretty much going to be a reflection on my journey.  Nothing more.  Maybe someone will see truth in what I say.  Some may be offended.  but hopefully no one will ever be able to say that I don't love them or that I am not an active follower of my God.  Well there's the intro see ya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20496442-113632585366262972?l=mikewaddell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/feeds/113632585366262972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20496442&amp;postID=113632585366262972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113632585366262972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20496442/posts/default/113632585366262972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikewaddell.blogspot.com/2006/01/jan-3-first-blog-ever.html' title='Jan 3 First blog ever'/><author><name>Mike Waddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021174733010821577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
