<?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-8152721521377632854</id><updated>2024-08-29T18:39:41.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from My Window</title><subtitle type='html'>by Pastor George Dakin, Wabash Church, Auburn/Enumclaw Washington, USA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Wabash Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13179198859752816193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O93xBPpIkcQ/TAADbwM41eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/b43E_qCF9Yk/S220/IMAGE+MAP+TEST+JPEG+Stain-glass+cross+for+ministries+section.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-2589545725694617902</id><published>2016-08-01T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-08-01T11:09:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson from 7,500 Feet</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had the opportunity to take a quick flight to Eastern Washington and Idaho last week with one of the pilots in our church. He offered to take me to a couple of the sites where our youth mission teams were serving. It was a picturesque day, with the exception of some low overcast at take off. It was not long before we climbed out of that and had spectacular views of Mt. Rainer, Mt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2589545725694617902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2016/08/a-lesson-from-7500-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2589545725694617902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2589545725694617902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2016/08/a-lesson-from-7500-feet.html' title='A Lesson from 7,500 Feet'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-2373978088706177687</id><published>2015-03-17T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-03-17T08:58:35.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Claustrophobia</title><summary type="text">Thankfully, claustrophobia is not something I suffer from. In fact, (and this might seem strange!) I tend to like tight places.

Now I suppose there is some sort of psychological link in there somewhere having to do with insecurities or something of the sort, but I&#39;m the guy that likes the covers up around his neck; who has no problem with a bunk bed having only a few inches of vertical clearance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2373978088706177687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2015/03/divine-claustrophobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2373978088706177687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2373978088706177687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2015/03/divine-claustrophobia.html' title='Divine Claustrophobia'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-397422642420577223</id><published>2014-06-03T15:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-03T15:29:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Undoubtedly by now you&#39;ve heard a fair amount of news and commentary surrounding the case of Bowe Bergdahl. Sgt. Bergdahl was the U. S. Army soldier held captive and then released in exchange for five Taliban prisoners being held at Guantanamo. Much has been said about the equity, or lack thereof, of such a trade not just numerically, but in terms of probable threat levels each present to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/397422642420577223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2014/06/undoubtedly-by-now-youve-heard-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/397422642420577223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/397422642420577223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2014/06/undoubtedly-by-now-youve-heard-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-1555264353913957569</id><published>2014-03-05T11:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-05T11:59:30.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Contrast</title><summary type="text">I had a text conversation with my wife this morning and she shared with me what she was observing in terms of weather where she was at that moment. &quot;We have black skies and a rainbow,&quot; she said. Out my office window, some 20 plus miles away from her location we had similar black skies, but some bright sun as well. However, the multicolored arc that she was able to see was not visible here. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1555264353913957569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2014/03/blessed-contrast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1555264353913957569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1555264353913957569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2014/03/blessed-contrast.html' title='Blessed Contrast'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-7355570568522952107</id><published>2014-01-28T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-28T16:26:12.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You REALLY Think God Knows?</title><summary type="text">Have you ever watched a movie that has so captivated you that you begin to stress about whether the individual or individuals portrayed are going to make it out of their circumstances okay?

I recently viewed &quot;All Is Lost&quot; along with my wife and one of&amp;nbsp; my daughters. If you&#39;re looking for a movie with stirring dialogue, this isn&#39;t the one for you. There are a few moments of voice over at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7355570568522952107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2014/01/do-you-really-think-god-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/7355570568522952107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/7355570568522952107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2014/01/do-you-really-think-god-knows.html' title='Do You REALLY Think God Knows?'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4493082119391188427</id><published>2013-08-19T18:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-19T18:13:27.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospective Grace</title><summary type="text">I am the brunt of jokes in my home. More accurately, my PHONE is the brunt of many jokes. You see, it&#39;s old. I get remarks from phone store employees along the lines of &quot;Oh wow, I remember when those came out..&quot; and other such comments that only make the situation worse.

And, occasionally, just to prove how &quot;with it&quot; I am, I will even take pictures with my phone (yes, it has that capability!) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4493082119391188427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/08/retrospective-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4493082119391188427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4493082119391188427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/08/retrospective-grace.html' title='Retrospective Grace'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4282954633639604013</id><published>2013-06-26T12:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-26T12:19:33.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was He Thinkin&#39;?</title><summary type="text">Unfortunately, many of us do not spend lots of time in the Old Testament. Oh, we know some of the &quot;biggies&quot; in that half of scripture: Abraham, Moses, Noah, Samson, Daniel, David, etc. Fewer of us know some of the other characters, and, I would hazard a guess that even fewer of us know the ins and outs of some of the stories. One that has been an anchor for me is the story of Joseph; especially </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4282954633639604013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-was-he-thinkin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4282954633639604013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4282954633639604013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-was-he-thinkin.html' title='What Was He Thinkin&#39;?'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4526033025383666707</id><published>2013-05-07T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T15:39:44.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Dream</title><summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4526033025383666707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/05/living-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4526033025383666707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4526033025383666707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/05/living-dream.html' title='Living the Dream'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4562762545647042520</id><published>2013-03-28T14:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-28T14:16:43.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Full Circle</title><summary type="text">I have to admit I am somewhat loath to wade into the social media tidewaters surrounding the work of the Supreme Court this week. Most likely you&#39;ve not escaped it. If you&#39;re a regular Facebook user, undoubtedly your eyes have been caught by the various changes in profile pictures to either support the work of the court, or protest it, as it relates to their deliberation over California&#39;s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4562762545647042520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/03/coming-full-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4562762545647042520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4562762545647042520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2013/03/coming-full-circle.html' title='Coming Full Circle'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4135113588883765270</id><published>2012-08-01T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T16:07:53.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected and Welcome Intrusion of Simplicity</title><summary type="text">Self disclosure time; I&#39;m not the type of guy who spends a lot of time looking at, marveling at, or even really noticing some of the simple things of life; like the freshness of the morning mist (something we experience frequently here in the Seattle area), or other poetic experiences. I wouldn&#39;t say that I&#39;m immune to those kinds of moments, it&#39;s just that the&quot;stop and smell the roses&quot; kinds of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4135113588883765270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-unexpected-and-welcome-intrusion-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4135113588883765270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4135113588883765270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-unexpected-and-welcome-intrusion-of.html' title='The Unexpected and Welcome Intrusion of Simplicity'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-6849944549867925297</id><published>2012-04-30T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T15:57:36.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy to Fail</title><summary type="text">I heard a story recently on the network news that was distressing, yet not surprising for where our culture resides these days.Evidently there was an offer made by a website (which I won&#39;t name; not wanting to grant them any publicity) of $1,000,000. (yep, that&#39;s million) to anyone that could, as they put it, &quot;bed&quot; Tim Tebow, the recent trade to the New York Jets from the Denver Broncos. In other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6849944549867925297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-heard-story-recently-on-network-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/6849944549867925297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/6849944549867925297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-heard-story-recently-on-network-news.html' title='Conspiracy to Fail'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-6144039593731472187</id><published>2011-11-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:47:32.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disdain for Purity</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m not too proud to admit that my wife and I hoard our change. Well, perhaps hoard isn&#39;t a good term; we collect it, only to eventually cash it in. It&#39;s always amazing (a) how much actually collects over time and (b) how it comes in handy at the most opportune of times.As I was at the local Coinstar the other day, I heard a strange &quot;clink&quot; as I was pouring my coins into the feeding tray. I felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6144039593731472187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/11/disdain-for-purity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/6144039593731472187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/6144039593731472187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/11/disdain-for-purity.html' title='Disdain for Purity'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-1086943574185859483</id><published>2011-10-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:33:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs, The Life, and Sovereignty</title><summary type="text">Leaping to the front of the news pack, passing up Amanda Knox&#39;s joyous return and the epic choke of the Red Sox, was yesterday&#39;s story, and today&#39;s continuation, of the passing of Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple, Inc. Much of the story line here in the Northwest has dealt with the speculation of what life would be like had Apple never gotten off the ground: no I-Pods, no I-Touch, no Mac, no I-Pad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1086943574185859483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-life-and-sovereignty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1086943574185859483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1086943574185859483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-life-and-sovereignty.html' title='Steve Jobs, The Life, and Sovereignty'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-1370238971331727389</id><published>2011-05-10T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:15:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step Backwards</title><summary type="text">I guess deep down most of knew that this day would come at some point; a day when our cultural accommodation comes to full bloom as a denomination. Rather than stand for very clear, unambiguous orthodoxy, we&#39;ve bowed our knee to the altar of a &quot;progressive&quot; theology. I think it must grieve an immutable God.With a vote in favor of dropping the previously approved ordination standards from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1370238971331727389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/05/step-backwards.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1370238971331727389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1370238971331727389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/05/step-backwards.html' title='A Step Backwards'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-2273422390147999635</id><published>2011-04-06T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:08:26.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Go Beep in the Night</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m generally a pretty good sleeper. I&#39;m not quite as good as my youngest who claims that sleeping is actually her profession! However, when there are sounds that aren&#39;t part of the usual flow of the evening, or early morning, that&#39;s when I find myself awakened. Like last night. What is it with smoke detectors only doing their &quot;battery low&quot; chirp in the night? You don&#39;t ever hear them at noon, or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2273422390147999635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-that-go-beep-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2273422390147999635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2273422390147999635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-that-go-beep-in-night.html' title='Things That Go Beep in the Night'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4256698135581836450</id><published>2011-02-24T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:54:38.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Money Will Make Us Do</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m sure many heard of the snafu at the Super Bowl this year as regards the seating of certain fans. Evidently there was a section of seats that were constructed at the last minute in order to hold what they knew would be a record setting attendance due to the popularity of the two competitors; namely Pittsburgh and Green Bay. One slight oversight, however; the seats were not assembled in enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4256698135581836450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-money-will-make-us-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4256698135581836450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4256698135581836450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-money-will-make-us-do.html' title='What Money Will Make Us Do'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-9155510774564971564</id><published>2011-02-07T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:28:21.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Pit Stop</title><summary type="text">I am about to show my ignorance when it comes to auto racing. I know absolutely nothing. I barely can tell you the difference between NASCAR and Hot Wheels. But I do know, from time to time, drivers must take a pit stop.And, I&#39;ve even seen, at times, drivers pull into the pit just slow enough to grab a cup of water, or Gatorade, or whatever might be in the cups, from some kind of fancy cup holder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/9155510774564971564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-pit-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/9155510774564971564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/9155510774564971564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-pit-stop.html' title='A Quick Pit Stop'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-2190349910275720668</id><published>2011-01-13T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:00:26.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Out Hope</title><summary type="text">I looked longingly out my window just the other day toward our deck. As I watched the rain melt the snow off the cover of the barbecue, the thought occurred to me &quot;I sure enjoyed this place during the summer!&quot; It actually birthed a little hope in me, in spite of watching the multiple forms of precipitation that only Seattle suburbs get to enjoy! &quot;At some point&quot;, I assured my fainting, if not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2190349910275720668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/01/holding-out-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2190349910275720668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2190349910275720668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2011/01/holding-out-hope.html' title='Holding Out Hope'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4002473811445304948</id><published>2010-12-23T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:06:50.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess it Is About the Kids!</title><summary type="text">I know you&#39;ve heard it said a million times: &quot;Christmas is about the kids!&quot; I have to admit, to be honest, there is the believer and pastor side of me that says &quot;No, it&#39;s about THE kid...or better, child, namely Jesus.&quot; And, if I am to be COMPLETELY honest, it&#39;s probably said with a touch of sarcasm mainly directed at the comment seeming somewhat trite. That all changed this week.On Friday, our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4002473811445304948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-it-is-about-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4002473811445304948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4002473811445304948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-it-is-about-kids.html' title='I Guess it Is About the Kids!'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-6688576963145788685</id><published>2010-11-29T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:55:27.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Cost of Going Home</title><summary type="text">My wife and I had the opportunity to attend, and myself, officiate, the wedding of some family friends in Austin, Texas. We traveled home and timed our arrival with the big pre-Thanksgiving snow storm of 2010. It was costly.The final leg of our flight was from San Jose, California to Seattle. There was some question as to whether we would even take off due to rough weather in Seattle and an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6688576963145788685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/11/high-cost-of-going-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/6688576963145788685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/6688576963145788685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/11/high-cost-of-going-home.html' title='The High Cost of Going Home'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-8413615361777423816</id><published>2010-11-11T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:12:47.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Have Thought!</title><summary type="text">The proverbial comparison for anything that is impending which you dread seems to be the root canal. Once again, the poor dentist is the brunt of every ones least desired anticipation in life. You&#39;ve heard it said, and have perhaps uttered it yourself: &quot;I could do such and such, or I could have a root canal!&quot; which is nothing more than saying &quot;This is the LAST thing I want to go through.&quot;Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8413615361777423816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-would-have-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/8413615361777423816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/8413615361777423816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who Would Have Thought!'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-2697491469346756323</id><published>2010-11-01T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:00:55.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><summary type="text">There are certain days to which I really look forward. Some obscure, some predictable. For instance, under the heading &quot;predictable&quot; I&#39;d list Christmas Eve. Ever since I was a kid I could not wait for that day. In a strange way, even sometimes more than Christmas Day itself. All of the anticipation and joy for what&#39;s to come seem to culminate and, in a strange way, hold an even greater sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2697491469346756323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-after-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2697491469346756323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/2697491469346756323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-1964257899647864010</id><published>2010-10-11T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:54:37.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting for Last</title><summary type="text">When was the last time you saw a story about people fighting to be last? I imagine it&#39;s been some time, if at all.We don&#39;t fight to come in last. We don&#39;t strive to be behind someone else. We don&#39;t struggle to take the final spot in line, unless by final we mean the last spot available for something truly desirous.No, I&#39;m talking about being last. The end. It&#39;s generally not coveted.Unless you&#39;re</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1964257899647864010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/10/fighting-for-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1964257899647864010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/1964257899647864010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/10/fighting-for-last.html' title='Fighting for Last'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-4735575366649186446</id><published>2010-10-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:09:57.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><summary type="text">I finally have found someone else that likes Mondays!I saw a Facebook status of a former student of mine who asked &quot;Is it weired that Monday is my favorite day?&quot; I have yet to reply to his posting, but I intend to encourage him with words from an equally weired perspective. I love Mondays.I&#39;m sure it has something to do with being a pastor and that Sunday is such a busy, exhausting, and climatic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4735575366649186446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4735575366649186446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/4735575366649186446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152721521377632854.post-7056366331968016154</id><published>2010-09-27T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:44:56.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not All Clutter is Bad</title><summary type="text">Looking across my desk this morning, I realize that it started out very clean at 7:50 this morning. It&#39;s already cluttered. But that&#39;s not all bad. It can remind me (and you, I hope) of God&#39;s grace. Let me explain.     Working left to right, I notice the first piece of paper reminds me of something I need to cover with my staff tomorrow in our staff meeting. It also speaks to me of how fortunate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7056366331968016154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-all-clutter-is-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/7056366331968016154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152721521377632854/posts/default/7056366331968016154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakinswindow.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-all-clutter-is-bad.html' title='Not All Clutter is Bad'/><author><name>gfdakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785975449555988975</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>