<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2084213925624236436</id><updated>2024-09-04T12:52:52.622-07:00</updated><category term="communion"/><category term="Africa"/><category term="Alaska"/><category term="Apollo 11"/><category term="Arden McMath"/><category term="Arkies"/><category term="Autistic"/><category term="BHAG"/><category term="Batman"/><category term="Big Hairy Audacious Goal"/><category term="Buzz Aldrin"/><category term="Caesar"/><category term="California"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="Colorado Theater Shooting"/><category term="Cub Scout"/><category term="Dirty Thirties"/><category term="Don Odle"/><category term="Ethiopia"/><category term="Free"/><category term="Gold Medal"/><category term="Good Samaritan"/><category term="Greek Games"/><category term="Hide and Seek"/><category term="I&#39;ll Pay"/><category term="Jim Collins"/><category term="Jonah"/><category term="June 21"/><category term="Kevin Pile"/><category term="Kick the Can"/><category term="King Herod"/><category term="Kuskokwim River"/><category term="Lebron James"/><category term="Luke 22:42"/><category term="Matthew 26:28"/><category term="McDonalds"/><category term="Meghan Vogel"/><category term="Michael Carli"/><category term="Moses"/><category term="Natalie Coughlin"/><category term="Neil Armstrong"/><category term="New Bible"/><category term="Oakies"/><category term="Old Bible"/><category term="Olly Olly Oxen Free"/><category term="Olympics 2012"/><category term="Rick Warren"/><category term="Seattle"/><category term="Somalia"/><category term="Sports Illustrated"/><category term="Sudan"/><category term="The Ant and the Elephant"/><category term="The Dark Knight Rises"/><category term="The Purpose Driven LIfe"/><category term="Tim Tebow"/><category term="angel"/><category term="appointment"/><category term="astronaut"/><category term="bethel"/><category term="boat"/><category term="deadline"/><category term="doctor"/><category term="drought"/><category term="father&#39;s stories"/><category term="first day of summer"/><category term="gold rush"/><category term="integrity"/><category term="international towers"/><category term="kindness"/><category term="kisaralik"/><category term="merit badge"/><category term="move west"/><category term="multi-task"/><category term="reimburse"/><category term="sail"/><category term="sefl-examination"/><category term="sportsmanship"/><category term="waiting room"/><category term="wife"/><title type='text'>Bread and Cup</title><subtitle type='html'>Creative, Relative Communion Meditation Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-7257556323893372386</id><published>2012-09-27T12:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-27T12:38:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Yom Kippur</title><summary type="text">




Yom Kippur – the Day of Atonement – is the holiest day on the Jewish calendar, which completes the annual period known in Judaism as the High Holy Days. According to Jewish tradition God inscribes in a book each person’s fate for the coming year, sealing the verdict on Yom Kippur – September 26, 2012 on this year’s calendar.



So on September 27th, after 25 hours of fasting, prayers of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/7257556323893372386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/our-yom-kippur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/7257556323893372386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/7257556323893372386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/our-yom-kippur.html' title='Our Yom Kippur'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-1532823447175134949</id><published>2012-09-15T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-15T15:03:55.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Never Forget</title><summary type="text">

In the days preceding the eleventh anniversary of the infamous 9/11 attack on prime U.S.&amp;nbsp;targets, many scenes on television, newspapers and Facebook restated the sincere resolve,&amp;nbsp;“We will never forget.”




Why?



Though tragic beyond comprehension, the 9/11 horrors brought out our best – making us a&amp;nbsp;UNITED States for many days. But within months sensitivities, politics, greed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/1532823447175134949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/we-will-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/1532823447175134949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/1532823447175134949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We Will Never Forget'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-5334198413333752908</id><published>2012-09-12T09:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-12T09:53:34.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><summary type="text">


“My I see your personal I.D.?” is a standard question when marrying, voting and flying. Asked when buying a car, a house, a passport and pharmaceutical prescriptions. Checking out a library book even requires personal I.D.



Recently I learned that my hospital birth certificate – you know, the paper with my name, birth weight, footprints and embossed gold stamp - is not sufficient proof that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/5334198413333752908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/5334198413333752908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/5334198413333752908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-906799244835022475</id><published>2012-09-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-01T10:23:44.660-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Autistic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Good Samaritan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I&#39;ll Pay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="King Herod"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="McDonalds"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reimburse"/><title type='text'>I&#39;ll Pay</title><summary type="text">

On Facebook, Carmelita Pile, a long time friend in Los Angeles posted: “My friend was going for a walk on a Saturday morning with her autistic daughter and their dog. On the way back home they decided to stop at McDonalds. But she had a problem. She could not take the dog inside. And she couldn’t leave her daughter outside with the dog.&quot;&amp;nbsp; 

“So she decided to do something I wouldn’t have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/906799244835022475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/ill-pay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/906799244835022475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/906799244835022475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/09/ill-pay.html' title='I&#39;ll Pay'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-6814686445250360426</id><published>2012-08-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-26T18:08:59.623-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Africa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arkies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="California"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Thirties"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drought"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethiopia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="move west"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oakies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Somalia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudan"/><title type='text'>Follow The Food</title><summary type="text">






As we sit at our kitchen table we enjoy looking beyond a small creek at grazing goats and

horses eating breakfast and lunch while we do. [Different menu, of course.] Just inches

from each horse a white cattle egret is always present, busy eating crickets, flies,&amp;nbsp;grasshoppers and spiders that the grazing horse stirs up while moving about the field.&amp;nbsp;We’ve learned that cattle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/6814686445250360426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/follow-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6814686445250360426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6814686445250360426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/follow-food.html' title='Follow The Food'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-6538587890837478161</id><published>2012-08-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-18T18:57:50.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who&#39;s The Greatest?</title><summary type="text">







Three of the gospel writers describe the Last Supper when Jesus gathered his 12 disciples&amp;nbsp;together for the institution of the Lord’s Supper.&amp;nbsp;









Matthew&amp;nbsp;describes the immediate preparation, eating the Passover meal, discussing the&amp;nbsp;betrayer, instituting the Lord’s Supper, singing a hymn and leaving for the Mount of Olives.&amp;nbsp;[Matthew 26:17-30].&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/6538587890837478161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/whos-greatest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6538587890837478161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6538587890837478161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/whos-greatest.html' title='Who&#39;s The Greatest?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-7889630520115289992</id><published>2012-08-18T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-18T18:45:57.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Heaven Goes Ape</title><summary type="text">






Something stirs my bones when I reflect on heavenly euphoria – the ecstatic thrill of&amp;nbsp;repentance and forgiveness.



“ … there will be&amp;nbsp;more rejoicing in heaven&amp;nbsp;over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine&amp;nbsp;righteous persons who do not need to repent.”&amp;nbsp;[Luke 15:7]










“ … there is&amp;nbsp;rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God&amp;nbsp;over one sinner who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/7889630520115289992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/when-heaven-goes-ape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/7889630520115289992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/7889630520115289992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/when-heaven-goes-ape.html' title='When Heaven Goes Ape'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-5308310213497301752</id><published>2012-08-18T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-18T18:42:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We All Get Along?</title><summary type="text">






The angel announced, “on earth peace, good will toward men,” according to Luke in the King&amp;nbsp;James Version. Yet with perpetual discord around the world, peace does not appear coming soon.



The beating of Rodney King after an 8-mile high-speed chase triggered the infamous Los Angeles&amp;nbsp;riots in 1992. During that chaotic week, King appeared on television pleading, “Can we all get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/5308310213497301752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/can-we-all-get-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/5308310213497301752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/5308310213497301752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/08/can-we-all-get-along.html' title='Can We All Get Along?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-5533355579457193347</id><published>2012-07-28T13:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-28T13:02:46.399-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gold Medal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natalie Coughlin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olympics 2012"/><title type='text'>We Are Not Alone</title><summary type="text">


Today’s vocabulary has been ambushed by dreaded words: termination, foreclosure, bankruptcy. Strangling in an unrelenting economic swamp are millions of American employers and employees, families and singles, working and retireds, educated and uneducated, Christians and non-Christians. Disappointment has become the expected rather than a rarity. 



Then, along comes the 2012 Olympics with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/5533355579457193347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/07/we-are-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/5533355579457193347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/5533355579457193347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/07/we-are-not-alone.html' title='We Are Not Alone'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-394119613310612406</id><published>2012-07-21T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-23T16:44:19.237-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Batman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colorado Theater Shooting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Dark Knight Rises"/><title type='text'>Top of the Top</title><summary type="text">


He grew up in Palestine – actually in Kerioth, a small town some 20 miles south of Jerusalem. From his earliest years he excelled in numbers, especially in financial transactions.



Simon, his father, had to be amazed at him when he suddenly left the Jewish faith he had been raised in, to follow an itinerant preacher named Jesus. This preacher was not only from a distant northern city, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/394119613310612406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/07/top-of-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/394119613310612406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/394119613310612406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/07/top-of-top.html' title='Top of the Top'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-124221187427934203</id><published>2012-07-06T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-11T08:54:34.302-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apollo 11"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="astronaut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Buzz Aldrin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Neil Armstrong"/><title type='text'>Communion on the Moon</title><summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/124221187427934203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/07/communion-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/124221187427934203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/124221187427934203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/07/communion-on-moon.html' title='Communion on the Moon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-2858013578048092203</id><published>2012-06-22T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T14:05:56.500-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first day of summer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="June 21"/><title type='text'>The Brightest Day</title><summary type="text">


It happened again this week.



On June 21st nearly every year I remind my wife of a fact I learned in grade school, and every year she impolitely interrupts me as I start my spiel, “Oh, don’t bother me with that nonsense again.”



Your teachers probably informed you too that June 20-21 has the most daylight hours of the year – the first day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere - 12 hours of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/2858013578048092203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/06/brightest-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/2858013578048092203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/2858013578048092203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/06/brightest-day.html' title='The Brightest Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-1275042630869560430</id><published>2012-06-16T08:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-16T08:42:52.477-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arden McMath"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Luke 22:42"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meghan Vogel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rick Warren"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sportsmanship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Purpose Driven LIfe"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s Not All About Me</title><summary type="text">


Rick Warren, in his “anti-self-help” best seller, The Purpose Driven Life, opens the first of 40 chapters, “It’s not all about you.” A bold statemen in our culture where personal fulfillment, satisfaction and recognition reign quite pompously.



If I’m not happy, I’ll take my toys and go home. Later, take my bat and stalk off. Later, take my half of the furniture and live with mom and dad. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/1275042630869560430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/06/its-not-all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/1275042630869560430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/1275042630869560430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/06/its-not-all-about-me.html' title='It&#39;s Not All About Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-8507829529984545148</id><published>2012-06-12T14:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-12T14:02:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s Not Who I Am</title><summary type="text">



When my neighbor Ed met a new neighbor, he asked her name. “Debbie,” she responded. Remembering her name would be easy because he knew another friend, Debbie. Later, recalling her name was the same as a friend, he called out, “Hi Phyliss.” Wouldn’t you know, Phyllis was the name of another friend? Debbie was not Phyllis. Oops.



Guess I’ve done worse. Like coming behind my wife at church one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/8507829529984545148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/06/thats-not-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/8507829529984545148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/8507829529984545148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/06/thats-not-who-i-am.html' title='That&#39;s Not Who I Am'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-3245605320430312908</id><published>2012-05-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T15:50:45.057-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BHAG"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Big Hairy Audacious Goal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jim Collins"/><title type='text'>Christ&#39;s BHAG</title><summary type="text">


Only once, in Chicago, have I personally heard Jim Collins - the author of four best-selling business books – but I distinctly recall his main thesis and the Q&amp;amp;A session that followed. His observations impressed me as real-world scholarly, yet simply explained. 



One of Collins’ quirky, but memorable, laws: To build anything great and enduring you need a BHAG (Big Hairy Audacious Goal) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/3245605320430312908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/christs-bhag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3245605320430312908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3245605320430312908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/christs-bhag.html' title='Christ&#39;s BHAG'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7eLsEVp_OyhfwNgaga5BrVuc2eFOy5QWJOSmKgeAC6EuJ8fipcDmSZTxMfJiAvgt_b5VTo1IN1cKggcr2HBf366npREJJBEhfGRzcDO9Y2K4voe0LQwFFcGNKi76GZUvZ1YXj5-Kjc0J/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-6801657688501248331</id><published>2012-05-21T09:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-21T09:47:01.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what does it take?</title><summary type="text">



So, I was
watching Dr. Phil on the tube . . . for 10 minutes, maybe . . . like in between
a half-dozen
commercials at every break. The scene: Husband and wife are bickering.



SHE: My husband did a bait and switch.
When we married he said he was a Christian. Now, after two children, he’s an
atheist.



HE: I just need tangible proof. I read
all the time looking for proof of God.



SHE: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/6801657688501248331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/0-0-1-298-1702-harborside-christian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6801657688501248331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6801657688501248331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/0-0-1-298-1702-harborside-christian.html' title='So, what does it take?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfnfw3QlYlfYAPIPdwsIxK318b2AmKFtnqQAEDf6cYfMJfa9_VcO4az6vAuSgmMZKpojYmLyMZh9LRzB2xVhHRJiGnFVUoeylW5v2E1ahQORSkAEUa2qAiIYD0KlV2R8x99n6lGvviUH/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-3547739191659552902</id><published>2012-05-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T04:23:15.068-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Free"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hide and Seek"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kick the Can"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matthew 26:28"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olly Olly Oxen Free"/><title type='text'>Olly Olly Oxen Free</title><summary type="text">



It’s been many
years since I played Hide and Seek and Kick the Can on Hoyt Street,but I still
remember crouching in the shadows waiting to run to the base in the middle of
the street. 



Even as an 8-year
old I understood the game, but never knew what the shout meant, “Olly Olly Oxen
Free.” The big kids yelled it, so I yelled it. Years later I learned that the
words actually meant something,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/3547739191659552902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/olly-olly-oxen-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3547739191659552902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3547739191659552902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/olly-olly-oxen-free.html' title='Olly Olly Oxen Free'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRU9mcQJM5cjbwLzcJSB315w5iFI4R3pA_zNiZXydPkKGgDFkfcYe2q_NPbiPcV1yTPujUZRt3b3JrEexdkm94a8AklSTIErB1Ac8ISZQZMmXfCAB7FVjmuD7z4KGc2X2d7B_6qYBVfP0_/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-2424073796285331237</id><published>2012-05-02T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-02T05:46:42.525-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lebron James"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports Illustrated"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Ant and the Elephant"/><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><summary type="text">


Though Sports Illustrated arrives every seven days, many weeks allow only time for picture-gawking. But all 6’-8” of Lebron James glaring on the current SI cover demanded my attention – even before reading his cry, “I lost touch with who I was as a basketball player and a person.”



Because this quote connects with the dilemma of so many people, I absorbed every word of “Meet the rejuvenated,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/2424073796285331237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/2424073796285331237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/2424073796285331237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/05/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7eLsEVp_OyhfwNgaga5BrVuc2eFOy5QWJOSmKgeAC6EuJ8fipcDmSZTxMfJiAvgt_b5VTo1IN1cKggcr2HBf366npREJJBEhfGRzcDO9Y2K4voe0LQwFFcGNKi76GZUvZ1YXj5-Kjc0J/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-6254156128796013413</id><published>2012-04-24T18:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T18:40:56.341-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kevin Pile"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Bible"/><title type='text'>Old, But Not Old</title><summary type="text">


For Christmas 2008 my wife selected . . . with my help . . . a new Bible to replace my Old Faithful that has been my constant study companion since September 1994 – a gift from Kevin Pile, a longtime friend in Los Angeles. But Old Faithful, will soon reach its 18th birthday – all 2,160 pages, plus maps and a fatigued cover (supposedly leather) that is embarrassingly showing its underwear (or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/6254156128796013413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/old-but-not-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6254156128796013413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/6254156128796013413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/old-but-not-old.html' title='Old, But Not Old'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7eLsEVp_OyhfwNgaga5BrVuc2eFOy5QWJOSmKgeAC6EuJ8fipcDmSZTxMfJiAvgt_b5VTo1IN1cKggcr2HBf366npREJJBEhfGRzcDO9Y2K4voe0LQwFFcGNKi76GZUvZ1YXj5-Kjc0J/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-287994809427802002</id><published>2012-04-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T08:28:43.181-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Don Odle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="international towers"/><title type='text'>Making a Name for Ourselves</title><summary type="text">


Taylor University honored Don Odle, their legendary 30-year head basketball coach, when he retired in 1979 by naming their basketball arena after him. Don was dead serious about basketball, but seldom took himself very serious. “You know why they named the arena after me?” he’d toss out, then answer, “Taylor didn’t have much money for lettering on the building, and my name was the shortest.” </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/287994809427802002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/making-name-for-ourselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/287994809427802002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/287994809427802002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/making-name-for-ourselves.html' title='Making a Name for Ourselves'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoRdUV-_tHPIG6cwixNoCKbmA7Jz6A2PHvyx_Dx4mLlb08iziY2EqGoVdNBmDy7n7EYFIzkOCOeXikTev055X1_vstkfSzEHugT__DWwlOEeKwxy0bRtNf6-WZm8CFNM1fvNvBo72z1T7/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-7747193291834300846</id><published>2012-04-13T19:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T19:43:43.831-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appointment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waiting room"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wife"/><title type='text'>The Importance of an Appointment</title><summary type="text">




At my wife’s suggestion, I made an appointment for my blood
test at the nearby lab. [Rule 1: Always listen to your wife. If you’re not
married, listen to your doctor.]



After signing in I sat down with 20 others waiting for their
testing. Before I could open the year-old magazine, my name was called. With
papers in hand I was instructed, “Go to the last door on the left and tell the
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/7747193291834300846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/importance-of-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/7747193291834300846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/7747193291834300846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/importance-of-appointment.html' title='The Importance of an Appointment'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRU9mcQJM5cjbwLzcJSB315w5iFI4R3pA_zNiZXydPkKGgDFkfcYe2q_NPbiPcV1yTPujUZRt3b3JrEexdkm94a8AklSTIErB1Ac8ISZQZMmXfCAB7FVjmuD7z4KGc2X2d7B_6qYBVfP0_/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-4914339218311911574</id><published>2012-04-13T18:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T18:12:37.866-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deadline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="integrity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonah"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michael Carli"/><title type='text'>Why Are We Doing This?</title><summary type="text">




Before he was born an angel announced to Joseph, “She will give birth to a son, 
and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from 
their sins.” [Matthew 1:21]



As he was commissioning his disciples, he foretold, “For as Jonah was three 
days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish, so the Son of Man will be 
three days and three nights in the heart of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/4914339218311911574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-are-we-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/4914339218311911574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/4914339218311911574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-are-we-doing-this.html' title='Why Are We Doing This?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bk1X23tjilnNsqk2aWySvwnTn9AmK31InKOKor0i4uNWrFNY8sRJajq4YIUg4FCOND1RMOlyXcZULiDgYfDtkJRhkNHntmXPNO1zip-s20RUInbBCJi3wdb5MIchxpGqIUTEAPLvh2Lb/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-1416288215362268620</id><published>2012-04-13T18:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T18:10:57.332-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alaska"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bethel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father&#39;s stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gold rush"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kisaralik"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kuskokwim River"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seattle"/><title type='text'>Keeping Your Promise</title><summary type="text">


I could not get enough of my father’s stories, when as an 11-year old in 
1919, he sailed for 31 days with his parents from Seattle 
to Bethel, Alaska on a 3-mast schooner. From Bethel they took a smaller boat 
up the winding Kuskokwim 
River and then up a raging-rapids tributary, the Kisaralik 
River– in search of gold.



Of all the harrowing events those gold rush pioneers encountered, two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/1416288215362268620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/keeping-your-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/1416288215362268620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/1416288215362268620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/keeping-your-promise.html' title='Keeping Your Promise'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bk1X23tjilnNsqk2aWySvwnTn9AmK31InKOKor0i4uNWrFNY8sRJajq4YIUg4FCOND1RMOlyXcZULiDgYfDtkJRhkNHntmXPNO1zip-s20RUInbBCJi3wdb5MIchxpGqIUTEAPLvh2Lb/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-3069494696989952743</id><published>2012-04-13T18:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T18:08:48.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responding to God</title><summary type="text">





Jerusalem has a syndrome. In fact it’s called the Jerusalem 
Syndrome, annually affecting an estimated 50 – 100 tourists who believe 
they are the Messiah. The men’s division of psychiatry of Herzog Hospital, in 
the outskirts of Jerusalem, has admitted several hundred of these messiahs in 
the past 20 years.



There’s a joke in psychiatry: If you talk to God, it’s called prayer. If God 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/3069494696989952743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/responding-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3069494696989952743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3069494696989952743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/responding-to-god.html' title='Responding to God'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bk1X23tjilnNsqk2aWySvwnTn9AmK31InKOKor0i4uNWrFNY8sRJajq4YIUg4FCOND1RMOlyXcZULiDgYfDtkJRhkNHntmXPNO1zip-s20RUInbBCJi3wdb5MIchxpGqIUTEAPLvh2Lb/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084213925624236436.post-3571904640287741980</id><published>2012-04-13T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-11T08:58:00.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Character Tests</title><summary type="text">




The Cryptogram puzzle I just solved reads, “No man knows his true character 
until he has run out of gas, purchased something on the installment plan, and 
raised an adolescent. Profound enough to trigger a few incidences of character 
tests I’ve taken.



RUNNING OUT OF GAS&amp;nbsp;Oh boy. Twice in northernIowa, where 
towns are sparse and once inWyoming, where the distance between gas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/feeds/3571904640287741980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/true-character-tests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3571904640287741980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084213925624236436/posts/default/3571904640287741980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadncup.blogspot.com/2012/04/true-character-tests.html' title='True Character Tests'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bk1X23tjilnNsqk2aWySvwnTn9AmK31InKOKor0i4uNWrFNY8sRJajq4YIUg4FCOND1RMOlyXcZULiDgYfDtkJRhkNHntmXPNO1zip-s20RUInbBCJi3wdb5MIchxpGqIUTEAPLvh2Lb/s72-c/BnC_image1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>