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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FSXw5eyp7ImA9WhVbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210</id><updated>2012-06-03T23:18:38.223-04:00</updated><category term="Shuffle Up and Deal..." /><category term="Curious Josh..." /><category term="Family..." /><category term="Friends..." /><category term="Television..." /><category term="Current Events..." /><category term="Weird Cell Phone Pictures..." /><category term="FACT..." /><category term="Sports..." /><category term="Lists..." /><category term="Ministry..." /><category term="Web Wednesday..." /><category term="Funny Stuff..." /><category term="Random..." /><category term="Travel..." /><category term="Body Double..." /><category term="Movies..." /><category term="Personal..." /><category term="Books..." /><category term="Important Thoughts..." /><category term="Music..." /><category term="Food..." /><category term="Poetic License..." /><category term="Things I Love..." /><category term="Power Rankings..." /><title>JOSHTREECE.COM</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Process" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/process" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICQX4yfSp7ImA9WhVbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-372282110778177928</id><published>2012-06-02T08:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T08:02:40.095-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-02T08:02:40.095-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Kind Words Spoken</title><content type="html">I love&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/bobgoff" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Goff&lt;/a&gt;. And I don't mean that in a general "I love tacos" kind of way. I mean genuine love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Is it possible to love someone you've never met?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sure it is. The truth is this: I may have never met Bob in person, but through his twitter feed (link above) and book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Does-Discover-Secretly-Incredible/dp/1400203759/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1338582794&amp;amp;sr=8-1" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Love Does&lt;/a&gt;, he has had a deep impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This past Friday, as I was reading a chapter from the book on how words can impact us, I came across this quote:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Words spoken by kind people have the ability to endure in our lives."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;This reminded me of something that happened early last year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I had been interviewing for a position at a church and had made it through &lt;i&gt;several&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;rounds. In fact, I had made it so far, that the senior pastor shook my hand and said that he believed that I was the man for the job. There was just one hurdle left. I had a final interview with another committee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had been told beforehand that the committee were concerned at my relationship status (single) and didn't think that a single person could minister to students of &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;genders. So I prepared a presentation before the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When asked for my ministry philosophy, I explained the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purpose_Driven" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Purpose Driven&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;paradigm. When asked about ministering to girls, I talked about the importance of recruiting, training, supervising, and encouraging adult female volunteer leaders to minister to them. Well, long story short, they didn't hire me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days later, after I found out, I called my mentor. He asked how it went and I told him all about it. I finished with, "You would have been &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;proud of me."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What he said next has stuck with me ever since. He said, "I've &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;been proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here's the truth: words are powerful. They can be used to build and they can be used to destroy. They can be used to hurt and they can be used to heal. When we're not careful with them, there's a greater chance of their effect being one that is damaging. In my case, my mentor's words were medication given at the perfect time, and they helped me recover from a powerful blow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was like getting to peek behind the curtain and see a little bit more of what God's love is actually like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Challenge: Be intentional about your words today. Purposefully speak kind words to someone. You never know if they might be in need of some good medication.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-372282110778177928?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/372282110778177928/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=372282110778177928&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/372282110778177928?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/372282110778177928?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/n-mifSElOVk/kind-words-spoken.html" title="Kind Words Spoken" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/06/kind-words-spoken.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcFQXs_eSp7ImA9WhVbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-6732723864539894196</id><published>2012-06-01T08:00:00.051-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T08:00:10.541-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-01T08:00:10.541-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Student Worship Leaders</title><content type="html">I mentioned in a &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/worship-songs-were-loving.html#more" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago how part of my job is to oversee worship music for our ministry. This is &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that a little ironic to me, considering that 10 years ago I &lt;i&gt;hated&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;leading worship. (How my heart did a 180 is a story for another post.) But, in this particular role, I've found &lt;i&gt;tons&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of joy that I didn't know I could. And all of that joy has come from helping students learn how to be worship leaders.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started our worship band some time around March of this year. I'll be honest with you here: it was a ministry that I felt more called than equipped to lead. I've been a musician and singer for a long time, but I've never had the opportunity to formally learn (other than in middle and high school band). So I've always been a little self conscious about my level of musical knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, as He always does, the Lord provided.&lt;br /&gt;
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We've got an &lt;i&gt;incredible&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;volunteer who is one of the best musicians I've ever met in real life. So the two of us have partnered together to lead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the past two weeks we've been working with our students to learn 4 songs that were new to them (Saviour of the World, Desert Song, Revelation Song, and Let My Words Be Few). But, in addition to working on playing the right notes, I've been trying to teach them about the &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of a worship leader. That, as a worship leader, your primary job is to regularly kneel before the throne of God so that you'll know how to lead others there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, This past Wednesday night the hard work and &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;work (see what I did there?) came together!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in the audience, waiting to walk up to teach, I watched our students truly worship while leading others. And I felt something incredible. It was like a combination of pride (the good kind) and a deep sense of experiencing God's love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I got to take part in teaching students how to express their love for God through music and then lead others in doing the same. Isn't that discipleship?&lt;br /&gt;
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Gosh, I love my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-6732723864539894196?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/6732723864539894196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=6732723864539894196&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/6732723864539894196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/6732723864539894196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/5VAKnRqpqc4/student-worship-leaders.html" title="Student Worship Leaders" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/06/student-worship-leaders.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFRnszfSp7ImA9WhVbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-5704772300960475571</id><published>2012-05-31T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-31T08:00:17.585-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-31T08:00:17.585-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curious Josh..." /><title>Curious Josh: Spell It Out</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tQOgj7nqKc/SqVCyCo3eAI/AAAAAAAABLE/scRK8xpnX7A/s1600/Curious+Josh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tQOgj7nqKc/SqVCyCo3eAI/AAAAAAAABLE/scRK8xpnX7A/s1600/Curious+Josh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I used to write a series of posts that allowed me to explore all of the weird things I'm curious about. Want to read some of them? Go&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/search/label/Curious%20Josh..." rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the twitter feeds that I follow is from the magazine, Mental Floss. And their twitter is full of &lt;i&gt;tons&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of glorious trivia facts. (You can follow them at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/mental_floss" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;@mental_floss&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the past week or so, they've been tweeting (and instagramming) the meaning behind popular abbreviations, initials, or acronyms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The one that caught my eye was that ZIP code stands for &lt;i&gt;Zone Improvement Plan&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Want more? Check out all 31 of them compiled&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/128092" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And BTW &lt;i&gt;(see what I did there?)&lt;/i&gt;, this would make an excellent up front game for your large group gathering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-5704772300960475571?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/5704772300960475571/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=5704772300960475571&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5704772300960475571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5704772300960475571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/4hzQBm7kyjw/curious-josh-spell-it-out.html" title="Curious Josh: Spell It Out" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tQOgj7nqKc/SqVCyCo3eAI/AAAAAAAABLE/scRK8xpnX7A/s72-c/Curious+Josh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/curious-josh-spell-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDSXo4cCp7ImA9WhVbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-4317527770884464940</id><published>2012-05-30T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T15:29:38.438-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-30T15:29:38.438-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Leadership: Moving From a Boss to a Guide</title><content type="html">I've had the joy of working with (and for) one of my &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/bryantlaird" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;lifelong heroes&lt;/a&gt; for the past 8 months. One of the things I love about our partnership is that, even though we've got a lot of differences, we still work &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;well together. In fact, I've learned a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;about leadership from him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here's the biggest thing:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Just the other day, I posted this on my Facebook page:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I used to think that leadership was all about telling someone that they're wrong and how they can fix it. Now I know it's about helping them to see it for themselves and walking with them to the promised land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I used to think that, as a leader, being right was the most important thing, and granted you magic powers of influence. In other words, as long as I was correct, I could just tell people they were wrong and they would automatically realize it, agree with me, and follow my instructions on how to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I realized (through trial and &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;error) is that being right isn't enough. You've got to deliver the message in a way that people can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is where my boss comes in. Since coming back to our church (he grew up here too), I've seen him exhibit &lt;i&gt;loads&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of patience, grace, and humility while leading our volunteer team and students. And, you know what? Our ministry is better for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, when it comes to leading people, being right doesn't mean you can just say whatever you want. That's not leading. That's being bossy. &lt;i&gt;Real &lt;/i&gt;leading is more like &lt;i&gt;guiding&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;people to see how they can be better. And, after helping them to see it, walking &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;them towards health.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's the kind of leader my boss is, and that's the kind of leader I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-4317527770884464940?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/4317527770884464940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=4317527770884464940&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/4317527770884464940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/4317527770884464940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/BkmqAtlJwSY/moving-from-boss-to-guide.html" title="Leadership: Moving From a Boss to a Guide" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/moving-from-boss-to-guide.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ERn4yeyp7ImA9WhVbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-5561926931797082532</id><published>2012-05-29T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T08:00:07.093-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-29T08:00:07.093-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>An Idea For Motivating Your Student</title><content type="html">Not too long ago, a mom stopped by my office to ask for advice in dealing with her son. She told me about how tough of a time she was having getting him to do his homework, chores, and basically listen to what she said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She didn't go for my idea of using a soda can with a few pennies in it. (Even after I told her I had seen it work on a cat.) But I listened to her, prayed with her, then said I'd talk with her son to see if I could make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few months later, I came across something that I thought could potentially work with this particular student.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I found it in the app store.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's an app called &lt;a href="http://www.rexbox.co.uk/epicwin/"&gt;Epic Win&lt;/a&gt;. And here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;
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It's basically a "to do list". You load in your items: chores, homework, daily Bible reading, etc. But you also create a character. And every time you check something off of your list, you earn the ability to upgrade your character's attributes, or find loot, or continue your quest. It's basically a way to turn real life into an RPG.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here's a video that explains it better than I can.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/AmKwF_Si734/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AmKwF_Si734&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AmKwF_Si734&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I can't really see this working too well for girls. But have you &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;seen something that was made more for middle school guys?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Question: What are some creative ideas you have for motivating students?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-5561926931797082532?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/5561926931797082532/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=5561926931797082532&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5561926931797082532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5561926931797082532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/tz9WrqxTwo8/idea-for-motivating-your-student.html" title="An Idea For Motivating Your Student" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/idea-for-motivating-your-student.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUEQXo5eyp7ImA9WhVUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-934931535816524158</id><published>2012-05-25T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T08:00:00.423-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-25T08:00:00.423-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Honoring Your Graduates</title><content type="html">I've been on staff at three churches in my professional career. So I've seen graduation weekends done a few different ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here at Trinity, they've been doing the same thing since I graduated high school. But, this year, we decided to switch things up a little bit. Here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past, our main way of honoring grads (both high school and college) was to do a special presentation in our Sunday morning service. This basically consisted of having the grads (dressed in their caps and gowns) proceed down the center aisle to pomp &amp;amp; circumstance. Then, one by one, calling their names and having them come on the stage to be presented with a gift (usually a Bible). This was followed by a special lunch that we asked only be attended by immediate family (for cost purposes). We did the lunch fancy with servers and expensive place settings and such. We even had &lt;i&gt;incredible&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;food thanks to some very talented volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, to be honest, the lunch was &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of work. And on top of that, having to ask people to only bring immediate family, when extended family would attend the preceding service, was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;received&amp;nbsp;well.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we ditched that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's what we're doing this year. It was &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;important to us that, whatever we changed, we made sure that graduating students felt honored and appreciated. We also knew that we wanted to give &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;attention to them. This, coupled with our &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/egcoakley"&gt;senior pastor&lt;/a&gt;'s desire to spend time with our grads led us to a great idea. We're taking all of our college grads out to eat Friday night, and all of our High School grads out to eat on Saturday night. And our senior pastor and his wife are coming too!&lt;br /&gt;
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The Sunday morning service thing will remain in place, but we're adding something else in too. Before the service, we're going to host a breakfast that students can bring &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;family to. &lt;i&gt;Any&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I will say this: The dinners (at least the way that we're doing them) won't work for everyone. We've got about 16 HS grads and only 3 college. So, if you've got a large ministry, this won't be cost effective. But you could probably host one at your church for just students.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an event that we could &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; grow in! I'd love to hear how you honor your grads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-934931535816524158?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/934931535816524158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=934931535816524158&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/934931535816524158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/934931535816524158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/OYJOQLPVrk0/honoring-your-graduates.html" title="Honoring Your Graduates" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/honoring-your-graduates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8EQHY8fSp7ImA9WhVUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-3424659894117124003</id><published>2012-05-24T08:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T08:00:01.875-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-24T08:00:01.875-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Looking For a Service Opener?</title><content type="html">I love new ideas. Whether they're totally new or just new to me, new ideas bring about new thinking and new thinking brings new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, I thought I'd leave an idea here that I have loved for the past 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're looking for a creative way to open your large group gathering, this has worked for me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I need to say this first: This isn't my idea. I got it from &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/kurtjohnston"&gt;Kurt&lt;/a&gt; while I was working for him as an intern.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's called the impossible shot. Kurt used a football to throw toward a hole on the stage, but I've had to adapt for my room. Here's how I do it, and a list of materials needed:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, I ask for 4 volunteers from the audience. 2 guys and 2 girls. Then I have them meet me in the back of our room.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Second, I hand them each a frisbee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We use dogobies because we have throw over the heads of the crowd and, in case of a stray throw, don't want to kill anyone. They're $5 at a sports store or can be found online.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayM-2yuVGVs/T7xF4h3NbRI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/74yH_j1XAj4/s1600/71Lr9jRQ3WL._AA1123_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayM-2yuVGVs/T7xF4h3NbRI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/74yH_j1XAj4/s320/71Lr9jRQ3WL._AA1123_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always make a joke that they're "floppy" discs. Not that students know what those are...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Third, and one by one, I bring each student to a predetermined spot for their throw. But before they throw, I ask them three questions. 1) What's your name? 2) What school do you go to? and 3) Something &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;random. (What's your favorite flavor Pop Tart? If you could be like a mermaid, but with another animal as your bottom half, what would that animal be? Etc.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And finally, one by one, they get to throw at our target, which is a collapsable Disc Golf basket. We got ours at a local sports store for $135.&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pdr7og2_-Oo/T7xHyYI4eqI/AAAAAAAAB4g/n4vrfDp70Yc/s1600/IMG_1836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pdr7og2_-Oo/T7xHyYI4eqI/AAAAAAAAB4g/n4vrfDp70Yc/s320/IMG_1836.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Expensive? Maybe. But can be used for lots of things! And great for spontaneous park days or free time rec at camp!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;What about a prize? Well, this is where the fun comes in! The first week, it's a $5 gift card to a place of your choosing. After that (for as long as no one makes the shot, the value of the gift card goes up $5 each week, and freezes at $100. So what happens when someone finally makes it? They get the value of the gift card and the bank is drained back down to $5 for the next week!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Some important things to remember: You need to make the shot tough, but not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;impossible. It might take a while before someone hits it. But when they do, they crowd will &lt;i&gt;erupt&lt;/i&gt;! Ooh! And it helps if you can demonstrate how to throw at the beginning for the students. It &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;helps if you make it to give them something to strive for!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does all of this make sense? If you have questions, leave them in the comments. And while you're there, why not leave one of &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ideas for opening a large group gathering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-3424659894117124003?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/3424659894117124003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=3424659894117124003&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3424659894117124003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3424659894117124003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/kiXlSEmAbNE/looking-for-service-opener.html" title="Looking For a Service Opener?" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayM-2yuVGVs/T7xF4h3NbRI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/74yH_j1XAj4/s72-c/71Lr9jRQ3WL._AA1123_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/looking-for-service-opener.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMERHg-fCp7ImA9WhVUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-7420185757830635542</id><published>2012-05-23T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T08:00:05.654-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-23T08:00:05.654-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Worship Songs We're Loving</title><content type="html">I love stews. Seriously. They're delicious. I especially like the ones where all kinds of flavors and ingredients blend together to make one tasty treat.&lt;br /&gt;
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My job is a lot like a stew. I have a lot of different responsibilities (some completely unrelated to others) that come together to form my ministry life. One of those responsibilities is that I oversee the worship through music part of our ministry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm always looking for new songs to introduce to our students and appreciated &lt;a href="http://www.morethandodgeball.com/2012/05/21/top-ten-worship-songs-we-are-singing/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on Griff's blog listing what songs HSM and &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/geoffcstewart"&gt;Geoff&lt;/a&gt;'s ministries are loving right now. So I thought I'd weigh in with what songs we're doing at MidWeek right now that seem to be working.&lt;br /&gt;
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In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'll Come- Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Revelation Song- (As performed by) Kari Jobe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stronger- Hillsong Live&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Glory to God Forever- Fee&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Let My Words Be Few- (As performed by) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSEktMW8d5k"&gt;Cluster of Students&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvSevsNhdcw"&gt;Jesus Son of God&lt;/a&gt;- Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44r5cs9aF34"&gt;Let Me Sing&lt;/a&gt;- Todd Fields&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Your Love Never Fails- Jesus Culture&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Personally, I'm &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; loving Tomlin's Jesus Son of God right now. Check out the link above for it and Todd Fields' Let Me Sing!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Question: What songs are you or your students loving right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-7420185757830635542?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/7420185757830635542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=7420185757830635542&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7420185757830635542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7420185757830635542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/opp0G719D48/worship-songs-were-loving.html" title="Worship Songs We're Loving" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/worship-songs-were-loving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4EQn09fCp7ImA9WhVbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-2736026527182782697</id><published>2012-05-22T08:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-28T21:11:43.364-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-28T21:11:43.364-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Tips On Planning Your Summer Calendar</title><content type="html">It's a little tough to believe that we're almost done with May! As we're staring down the barrel of summer, there's something that all of us have to do (or, hopefully, have already done): PLAN!&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the things that I've learned that parents appreciate from me as a leader is a calendar that they can refer to during the summer months. Now, there's a thousand ways to put together a calendar. So I won't bother with trying to name the "X Best Ways to Plan Your Summer Calendar". Instead I'll just give you some principles that we used to plan ours.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Big Things First&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Do you take your students to camp? Well, you probably had to pick the week, collect the deposits, and turn in the money well ahead of time. So those dates aren't moving. They go on the calendar first. Along with the dates you've selected for any extra big events. &lt;i&gt;Tip: Place big events on the calendar away from each other to allow time for recovery/preparation. We do 4 big things during the summer. Only July has 2 big events in it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Think Thematically (Part 1)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What's one big thing you want to accomplish with your students this summer? Put things on the calendar that help you reach that goal! I've been on the job at my church for a year and some change. My boss, about 8 months. So we want to use our summer to increase our relationships with our students. So, we put a lot of low cost, relationally high events down to accomplish our goal. Want to see your students increase in their desire to serve? Provide service opportunities! Want to see them share their faith? Train them and take them out!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Think Thematically (Part 2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why not use the summer to expand the length of your large group Bible study teaching series? This year, between June, July and August, we're doing a ten week teaching series. In fact we used the series to theme our summer calendar! Since we're going to have a HUGE superhero movie summer, we're calling our summer "Super Summer"! And, in our midweek Bible Study, we'll be teaching about heroes and "villains" of the Bible! It's an easy way to do character studies! &lt;i&gt;Question: How can you use the summer to be creative in your teaching?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Include a Few Things For Parents Too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How well do you communicate to parents? Why not use the summer to invest more into that! Whether you're promoting at the beginning of the summer or the end, why not have an introductory parent meeting where you walk parents through your process of discipleship? Or how about some short hour long parent training sessions each month? Parent events keep the information flowing and earn trust for you! Win/win!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;You Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Don't forget to schedule time for you and your family! While this didn't make a physical appearance on our calendar, you'd better believe that those dates are on our personal icals.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ktaNQaKIqo/T7m7BSsnGCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/1F7UOftqKAk/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ktaNQaKIqo/T7m7BSsnGCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/1F7UOftqKAk/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! And here's our calendar!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What are some things that go into planning your ministry's summer calendar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-2736026527182782697?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/2736026527182782697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=2736026527182782697&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/2736026527182782697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/2736026527182782697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/Zw4G7qvz8gg/our-summer-calendar_22.html" title="Tips On Planning Your Summer Calendar" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ktaNQaKIqo/T7m7BSsnGCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/1F7UOftqKAk/s72-c/IMG_1820.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/our-summer-calendar_22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFQHk6fyp7ImA9WhVUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-2640452024011037633</id><published>2012-05-21T08:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-21T08:00:11.717-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-21T08:00:11.717-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Summer Camp Cheat Codes</title><content type="html">I was born in the eighties. As a result, I grew up playing the original nintendo entertainment system. &lt;i&gt;Shout out to that orange duck hunt zapper.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, as any good eighties kid knows, there was a secret code that worked on many games that could, if inputed correctly, help you get a leg up on your game completion.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Up, up, down, down, b, a, b, a, select, start" was known as the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konami_Code" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Konami code&lt;/a&gt;". It could grant everything from extra lives to extra energy to extra power ups. But, no matter what this cheat code gave you, there was one thing you always gained: progress.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the things that I love so much about taking students to summer camp (or any other kind of extended retreat) is that it allows you to leap ahead in your relationships with students. Lots of time spent together + fun + late night talks = earned trust. Earned trust = relational progress. Relational progress = the ability to speak into a teenager's life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been taking students to camp since 1999. &lt;i&gt;Holy cow! 13 years! I'm old!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are a few "cheat codes" that I've discovered along the way to help you leap forward in your relational progress.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Hour&lt;/u&gt;- As human beings, we naturally gravitate toward certain people. In ministry, this usually works itself out as spending more time with a few select people than with others. &lt;i&gt;And there's nothing wrong with that.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But youth ministry has the deck stacked against this natural behavior. Lots of teenagers are already fighting a battle against a world that wants them to think that nobody likes them. The last thing that we want, is for them to go through camp (or any ministry activity) feeling invisible or unloved. At the beginning of your time together, figure out with each student in your cabin or group a time during the week that you can spend one hour together. Of course this is only appropriate for same gender pairings and in public places. &lt;i&gt;Above reproach!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;You'd be surprised what one hour of your focused attention can give a student.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuffle Meals&lt;/u&gt;- This goes along with the same principle as the hour. Students will congregate with the same people all week during meals. Don't allow yourself to follow that pattern! Mix it up! Sit at a different table of students at each meal! Start conversations with students that you wouldn't normally. Believe me, they won't run away while they're stuffing their faces with corn dogs and tater tots.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use more question marks than periods&lt;/u&gt;- As my former boss used to say, "Camp is for the camper." This applies to priorities in conversations as well as activities. Ask questions to your students and then listen! Get to know them and show them you care by using your ears!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Create snapshots&lt;/u&gt;- I had a volunteer leader who once told me that a certain student would always "talk about the same thing" to her: a time that they had raced against each other at one of our park days. I told her that he just wanted to talk to her, but only had one thing that he could use to relate. That race! Spend your week at camp doing fun things, having late night conversations about the message, racing through the grass, and jumping from the high dive! The more memories you help create, the deeper your relationship with your students will be and the more they'll allow you to guide them to the cross!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-2640452024011037633?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/2640452024011037633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=2640452024011037633&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/2640452024011037633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/2640452024011037633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/KD2IB8mv2wI/summer-camp-cheat-codes.html" title="Summer Camp Cheat Codes" /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2012/05/summer-camp-cheat-codes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FRXg8eip7ImA9WhRTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-298367176342171142</id><published>2011-11-10T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:58:34.672-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T17:58:34.672-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lists..." /><title>Twitter Faves...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGDV2riUU9Y/TrxNfo_gYGI/AAAAAAAABrw/4e5-46mxVl8/s1600/Twitter%2BFavorites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGDV2riUU9Y/TrxNfo_gYGI/AAAAAAAABrw/4e5-46mxVl8/s400/Twitter%2BFavorites.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673494836555047010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people are on twitter now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, right now, most people are probably in their cars driving home from work. But some of them are probably on twitter. And even the people that aren't on twitter right now are at least aware of its existence. And if you're not aware of twitter's existence then you probably live in a blissful land of ignorance that has shielded you from ever knowing anything about &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; Kardashian or anyone getting &lt;em&gt;marriedivorced&lt;/em&gt; in Hollywood, Penn State, or Ashton Kutcher. And for that, I envy you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for all of its annoyances, there is plenty good to be found on twitter. And twitter has come up with a wonderful feature that let's you save and access the good things that you find anytime you want! It's called "favoriting" a tweet. And I kind of love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I "follow" 217 people on twitter. And, whenever one of them tweets something that I want to remember, I hit a little star icon to mark it one of my favorites, so that I can go back to it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, if you want to follow &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; on twitter, you can find me at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/joshtreece"&gt;@joshtreece&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd share a few of the tweets that I loved enough to "favorite" with you here. I'll include some links in case you want to follow these users. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/NathanFillion"&gt;@NathanFillion&lt;/a&gt;: Hey, guys- remember Firefly? That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/sween"&gt;@Sween&lt;/a&gt;: Balloons think they're so cool. I tried to tell one he was leaking and he just said, "Pfft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/mental_floss"&gt;@mental_floss&lt;/a&gt;: Teddy Roosevelt's kids had guinea pigs named Admiral Dewey, Dr. Johnson, Bishop Doane, Fighting Bob Evans + Father O’Grady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/bobgoff"&gt;@bobgoff&lt;/a&gt;: Not every fight is between good and evil; most are between good enough and best. Aim high with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/CSLewisDaily"&gt;@cslewisdaily&lt;/a&gt;: You will certainly carry out God’s purpose, but it makes a difference to you whether you serve like Judas or like John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/drjimburns"&gt;@drjimburns&lt;/a&gt;: How u spend time is more important than how u spend money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever. ^JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/meganganz"&gt;@meganganz&lt;/a&gt;: I wonder if I could really spend the rest of my life with one person. They'd have to be as good as Mexican food. Or any Apple product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/kellyoxford"&gt;@kellyoxford&lt;/a&gt;: If you grew up with a megaphone in your house and didn't fart into it, I can't love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/RickWarren"&gt;@rickwarren&lt;/a&gt;: If God gave you all you want, you wouldn’t depend on him the way he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/PrayInFaith"&gt;@prayinfaith&lt;/a&gt;: I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much. -Mother Teresa&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-298367176342171142?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/298367176342171142/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=298367176342171142&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/298367176342171142?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/298367176342171142?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/KNyStacXnNo/twitter-faves.html" title="Twitter Faves..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGDV2riUU9Y/TrxNfo_gYGI/AAAAAAAABrw/4e5-46mxVl8/s72-c/Twitter%2BFavorites.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/11/twitter-faves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHSXo9eip7ImA9WhRTEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-6358335340254876290</id><published>2011-10-31T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:15:38.462-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T16:15:38.462-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random..." /><title>Web-o-Lantern:2011...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Announcing this year's winning "Web-o-Lantern"! (For previous winners, click the links: &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2006/10/greatest-pumpkin.html"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2007/10/this-is-halloween.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2010/10/pumpkin-of-year-web-o-lantern-2010.html"&gt;2010&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's winner... (drumroll please)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2VEn6LVyJY/Tq8BAv6hNmI/AAAAAAAABrk/f9cn8Lt4Lt4/s1600/Web-o-Lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2VEn6LVyJY/Tq8BAv6hNmI/AAAAAAAABrk/f9cn8Lt4Lt4/s400/Web-o-Lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669751568256284258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iPumpkin. Genius...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-6358335340254876290?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/6358335340254876290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=6358335340254876290&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/6358335340254876290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/6358335340254876290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/rAceZZrSjBk/web-o-lantern2011.html" title="Web-o-Lantern:2011..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2VEn6LVyJY/Tq8BAv6hNmI/AAAAAAAABrk/f9cn8Lt4Lt4/s72-c/Web-o-Lantern.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/10/web-o-lantern2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGQXo-eCp7ImA9WhdbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-7772979399062166924</id><published>2011-10-17T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:20:20.450-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T19:20:20.450-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Birthday Wishes...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AUWSzc3LYc/TpyxKRD-EMI/AAAAAAAABrM/47EGOmd17Fc/s1600/Happy%2BBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AUWSzc3LYc/TpyxKRD-EMI/AAAAAAAABrM/47EGOmd17Fc/s400/Happy%2BBirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664597221262102722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the deal: I &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; realize that I've been out of the blogging game for a while. In fact, I'm not even sure you can call my posts &lt;em&gt;sporadic&lt;/em&gt;. I'm pretty sure, at this point, it would be totally appropriate to call them seasonal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do my best to make a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vimZj8HW0Kg"&gt;comeback&lt;/a&gt;. After all, I once considered myself pretty good at this writing thing. And, regardless of subject matter, I like blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that said, It seems pretty weird to make a return (or an announcement of an intention of one) with a list of stuff I want people to buy me. But the birthday (never mind the number) is quickly approaching and this is the easiest way to answer the ever-present familial question of "what do you want for your birthday?". So... here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giftcards- &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/gc?ie=UTF8&amp;ref_=topnav_giftcert"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.regmovies.com/"&gt;Regal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amctheatres.com/"&gt;AMC&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/giftcards/itunes/gallery"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVDs- &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thor-Chris-Hemsworth/dp/B0034G4P80/ref=sr_1_2?s=movies-tv&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1318892513&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Thor&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Captain-America-Avenger-Chris-Evans/dp/B005IZLPKQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=movies-tv&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1318892556&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Captain America&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moleskine-Month-Weekly-Notebook-Black/dp/8862937253/ref=wl_it_dp_o_npd?ie=UTF8&amp;coliid=I2QD1JF6KWMXR2&amp;colid=K37GYFSELK2K"&gt;Moleskine 2012 18 Month Weekly Notebook Black Soft Cover (X Large)&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gerber-22-41405-Kiowa-Tanto-Serrated/dp/B000LT8ZWA/ref=wl_it_dp_o_npd?ie=UTF8&amp;coliid=I32M9TXLA6NB2G&amp;colid=K37GYFSELK2K"&gt;Gerber Kiowa Tanto Serrated Knife&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/sanuk-vagabond-chill"&gt;Sanuk Vagabond Chill (Mens, size 10) Brown&lt;/a&gt; (also available at GB Shoe Warehouse)...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-7772979399062166924?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/7772979399062166924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=7772979399062166924&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7772979399062166924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7772979399062166924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/pS2TE7qKP-M/birthday-wishes.html" title="Birthday Wishes..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AUWSzc3LYc/TpyxKRD-EMI/AAAAAAAABrM/47EGOmd17Fc/s72-c/Happy%2BBirthday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/10/birthday-wishes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCSX88cSp7ImA9WhdaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-1496047978771187651</id><published>2011-09-11T16:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:31:08.179-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T17:31:08.179-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Events..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Ten Years Later...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r1tuu2CyE0/Tm1jfDAVw1I/AAAAAAAABrE/Y0X5q2ADaJQ/s1600/NYC%2BSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r1tuu2CyE0/Tm1jfDAVw1I/AAAAAAAABrE/Y0X5q2ADaJQ/s400/NYC%2BSkyline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282492453667666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today marks the ten year anniversary of one of the greatest tragedies in American history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd be hard pressed to find anyone in our country who isn't spending time today reflecting and remembering, celebrating and grieving, looking backward and looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on the past has never been that hard for me. I've often found that, by searching my past and processing my experiences and motives in light of my present relationship with God, I can learn from my mistakes, grow, and move forward. But a day like today requires special attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I collected &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/05/land-of-confusion.html"&gt;some thoughts upon hearing the news of the death of Osama Bin Laden&lt;/a&gt;. But those were mostly a reaction to the death of an individual. This day is for remembering the almost 3,000 people who lost their lives as victims and heroes on that early fall day a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh. It hardly seems possible that ten years have passed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget where I was that morning. I was in my senior year of &lt;a href="http://ciu.edu/"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;, and I needed to finish an assignment for my photography class. So, knowing that there would be lots of interesting people and activities around, I walked down to the campus student center. I spent time chatting with classmates and taking pictures at the pool tables, never imagining that that day would be unlike any other. I can't remember if the TV was already on, or if someone came down and turned it on. But I remember my attention being drawn to the group of people slowly beginning to gather around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The channel was one of the sort that plays news 24 hours a day. As a result, I was drawn more to the group of people watching it than the actual news program. But it didn't take long for my attention to shift. It was being reported that something had happened (a bomb? an attack? possibly an airplane collision?) to one of the two World Trade Center towers in New York City. Footage began streaming across the screen of black smoke billowing out of the building as reporters began speculating what (or who) could be the cause of something so unusual. This was all sometime around 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, confirmation is received that it was an airplane that crashed into the tower. I stand, camera in hand, with about ten other people and watch as camera shots are traded off from different viewpoints of the towers. These shots are mixed with ones of people standing in the street, looking up at NYC's monumental buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anyone spoke as we stood and watched. How could we? It would be like people from the dark ages offering up valid commentary upon seeing an iPhone. We had never witnessed such a thing before. But, even in our amazed and awestruck state, none of us were prepared for what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the motive behind the crash was still unexplained. Obviously, it was tragic. But tragic accidents happen everyday. Pilot error. Instrument malfunction. It  could be anything. Then, just after 9am, all of us watched as the camera, focused on the south tower, recorded the second plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was sucked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment. That was the exact moment when we knew that this was no accident. We knew this was purposed. We knew this was evil at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People began to cry. Some exclaimed their disbelief with curses. Others stood, silent, mouths agape, unable to process what they had just seen. I, once again became aware of the weight and texture of my camera strap around my neck. Felt my hand twisting around the lens. Almost on instinct, I began to remove the lens cap. &lt;em&gt;I should capture this,&lt;/em&gt; I thought. &lt;em&gt;I should get people's reactions down on film. We'll never see anything like this again. This is once in a lifetime.&lt;/em&gt; But, as reflexive as it was for my hand to move to remove the lens cap, it moved again to replace it. &lt;em&gt;No. This isn't for me to do. This is too personal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People continued to be choked by the horror as cameras filmed people jumping from the towers to escape the flames. They would have rather die from the fall than from the flame. It was one of the most horrible things I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No part of me regrets replacing that lens cap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Approximately 30 minutes later, a plane strikes the west side of the Pentagon. That's when we see the order in the attack. The planning. The calculation. Not only was this an act of evil, it was a &lt;em&gt;carefully planned&lt;/em&gt; one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has all happened in an hour. 8:30am. 9am. 9:30am. There is order to the madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's where the order stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The news cameras are still trained on the two towers. Some, at street level, film New Yorkers standing and watching. Occasionally, a reporter on the ground will comment on what they're seeing or ask a nearby local what their impressions of the scene are. Then, about an hour and a half from when its twin was first hit, the south tower collapsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one spoke. No one made a sound. The only thing heard was the voices of the news casters repeatedly saying "dear God".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes later, the north tower followed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two buildings that had stood as a symbol for New York, as well as our country, were gone. As well as many, many lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The news broad cast were then flooded with images of smoke and rubble &lt;em&gt;racing&lt;/em&gt; through the streets, chasing after people. Only the shot wasn't from above. It was from eye level. Reporters and cameramen were caught, along with thousands of New Yorkers in the cloud of building that had resulted from the destruction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one at the school was moving. Everyone was glued to a television of a telephone. I called my mom to see if she had heard the news. Others called their families &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; New York to see if they were alright. My friend, Al, called her father, who lived in an apartment in Queens. He was standing on the  roof of their building. He had seen the whole thing from across the East River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our student body was gathered in Shortess Chapel. Our school administration addressed what had happened, led us in prayer for the nation, for our people, and for those lost, and then told us classes would resume, as scheduled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all there&lt;em&gt;physically&lt;/em&gt; that day, but none of us were there emotionally. Nor intellectually. Nor spiritually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I was haunted. Haunted by what I saw. Haunted by the loss of nearly 3,000 people at once. A loss that I had witness through the medium of television. And haunted by the incredible injustice I felt had been forced upon our nation. Our city. Our neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day changed us. It changed us on a very deep level. Sure, air travel is now brought with necessary inconveniences. Sure, it's pricey. Sure, everyone's always on high alert. But that's not the change. That's just the symptom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real change occurred in our collective psyche. Up until 9am on September 11, 2001, we were invincible. We were proud. We were brash. After 9, &lt;em&gt;especially after 10:30am&lt;/em&gt;, we were stripped of that pride. We were stripped of that entitled sense of safety. We felt vulnerable. We felt hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the days, weeks, and &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt; that followed, Americans united. Once again, we responded by coming together in love, compassion, and community, to assist and care for each other. People from all over the country traveled to New York at their own expense to help in the clean up of Ground Zero and the surrounding areas, or to care for the injured, depressed, and grief stricken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of so much terror, it was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, here we are: 10 years later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't watch footage of the events of that day anymore. I've avoided most television specials commemorating the memorial for that reason. Seeing it once was enough. If I ever want to see it again, all I have to do is close my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, as I've spent time reflecting on this tragedy, I've been reminded of this simple truth: Tragedy will always happen. We can't control that. What we can control is how we respond to it. And, the longer I walk with God, the more I see that the only response, in pain or in joy, in tragedy or in comedy, in hurt or in comfort, is to run into the arms of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In world changing tragedies, like 9-11, or in personal ones, like when a relationship that's precious to you ends, run to Jesus. Because it's only in the comfort of His arms, that anything can be understood or survived. It's where you were created to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-1496047978771187651?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/1496047978771187651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=1496047978771187651&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/1496047978771187651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/1496047978771187651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/pvWDN3qbqoU/ten-years-later.html" title="Ten Years Later..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r1tuu2CyE0/Tm1jfDAVw1I/AAAAAAAABrE/Y0X5q2ADaJQ/s72-c/NYC%2BSkyline.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/09/ten-years-later.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMSHw9eyp7ImA9WhdWFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-3041370906628183584</id><published>2011-09-09T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T15:46:29.263-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-09T15:46:29.263-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetic License..." /><title>Poetic License III...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEjc5V_HhvA/TmpYhVgAqJI/AAAAAAAABq8/v8fkUGOMEmg/s1600/Poems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEjc5V_HhvA/TmpYhVgAqJI/AAAAAAAABq8/v8fkUGOMEmg/s400/Poems.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650426012220041362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, after I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I watch and I wait for  you.&lt;br /&gt;My love compels me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand, searching the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see your silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to, one day, hold you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are of you.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers are for you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart, holding its breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait. &lt;br /&gt;I pray.&lt;br /&gt;I trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For other entries in this series, click &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/search/label/Poetic%20License..."&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-3041370906628183584?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/3041370906628183584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=3041370906628183584&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3041370906628183584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3041370906628183584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/SfvHSU-JTmo/poetic-license-iii.html" title="Poetic License III..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEjc5V_HhvA/TmpYhVgAqJI/AAAAAAAABq8/v8fkUGOMEmg/s72-c/Poems.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/09/poetic-license-iii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRnY-eip7ImA9WhZWFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-3315872878322376146</id><published>2011-05-14T19:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:11:27.852-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-14T20:11:27.852-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Art for Missions...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Last month, I &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/04/well-its-about-time.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about how I had modeled for our church's Easter worship service painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make sure that I posted the finished product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIEuFrBtczQ/Tc8Uxl0uLFI/AAAAAAAABos/txG1d3Xmbno/s1600/Painting%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIEuFrBtczQ/Tc8Uxl0uLFI/AAAAAAAABos/txG1d3Xmbno/s400/Painting%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606722903298944082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a pic of David working on the angel using the pic of me as a model. Don't believe me? Click on the pic to embiggen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mIYNnSSzjU/Tc8VayiMTsI/AAAAAAAABo0/RgPIODc2Kkc/s1600/Painting%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mIYNnSSzjU/Tc8VayiMTsI/AAAAAAAABo0/RgPIODc2Kkc/s400/Painting%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606723611085524674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the finished product. (Sorry for it being a little blurry.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the cool part. We've got a congregation member who owns his own &lt;a href="http://www.sun-inc.com/"&gt;printing company&lt;/a&gt;. He's agreed to produce prints of the painting at low cost to us! So, we're selling prints of David's work to benefit our church's missions work in Guatemala! For every print that is sold 100% of the profits will go to help the people of Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you interested in buying one? If you want more information on purchasing a print, email &lt;a href="mailto:mmerchant@tbccayce.com"&gt;Micah Merchant&lt;/a&gt;, our missions pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that God is using art to help people who need it...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-3315872878322376146?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/3315872878322376146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=3315872878322376146&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3315872878322376146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3315872878322376146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/OBBUKMIgsgU/art-for-missions.html" title="Art for Missions..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIEuFrBtczQ/Tc8Uxl0uLFI/AAAAAAAABos/txG1d3Xmbno/s72-c/Painting%2B1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/05/art-for-missions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBRH04cSp7ImA9WhZXF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-4951568515258884033</id><published>2011-05-06T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:40:55.339-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T14:40:55.339-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Taking Students to Movies...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2IiB1HPhXM/TcQxMXx6VVI/AAAAAAAABok/IuB7vKkV9y8/s1600/Thor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2IiB1HPhXM/TcQxMXx6VVI/AAAAAAAABok/IuB7vKkV9y8/s400/Thor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603657924967290194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. I'm Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case we've never met before, or just in case you're a first time visitor to my blog, here's something you should know about me: I like &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/search/label/Movies..."&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching, experiencing, reading about, thinking about, writing about, and talking about movies are amongst some of my favorite things. Thus, because my life is about ministering to teenagers, I'm always looking for ways to combine the two. Sometimes that means finding a movie clip that illustrates a lesson or teaching point. Sometimes that means connecting with a student by just hanging out and going to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the majority of my career in student ministry, I've ministered primarily to middle school students (6th- 8th grade). This made choosing movies to see with students &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; easy. Obviously, no R rated movies. But, since their age was either younger than 13 or &lt;em&gt;right at&lt;/em&gt; 13, it was always difficult to decide if a PG-13 movie was appropriate or not. So, I didn't take students to see PG-13 movies either. It was G or PG all the way. However, in &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/03/my-new-role-for-now.html"&gt;my current role&lt;/a&gt;, I ministering to both middle &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; high school students. In fact, in this context, since there aren't that many middle school students attending, my primary ministry is actually to high schoolers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I choose movies to see with students now? Well, for me, it's still no to R rated films. Just a blanket rule. No matter what it is. In fact, I don't even use R rateds in my teaching if I need a clip. It's not that I'm taking a stance against them, it's just that it's not a battle I want to fight. After all, there's thousands of movies out there. If there's an R that illustrates something well, there's also a lower rated film that does the same. As far as PG-13s go, I'm going to give it a shot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm taking two high school aged guys to see &lt;a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/paramount/thor/"&gt;Thor&lt;/a&gt;. Both of the guys are big comic book fans (who isn't?), and I've been looking for a way to connect with them for a while. Hopefully, it'll be a fun time that leads to some relational progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What are your guidelines for using movies in teaching? What about in choosing what you can see with students? I'd love  your input. Fire away in the comments...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-4951568515258884033?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/4951568515258884033/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=4951568515258884033&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/4951568515258884033?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/4951568515258884033?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/bpqk3NLAOpw/taking-students-to-movies.html" title="Taking Students to Movies..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2IiB1HPhXM/TcQxMXx6VVI/AAAAAAAABok/IuB7vKkV9y8/s72-c/Thor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/05/taking-students-to-movies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBQng5fSp7ImA9WhZXFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-7289367225183205327</id><published>2011-05-04T12:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:52:33.625-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-04T13:52:33.625-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>My Mantras...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzAIlAVrYZ8/TcGGHtinjnI/AAAAAAAABoc/sSLBjZIhOx8/s1600/Mantras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzAIlAVrYZ8/TcGGHtinjnI/AAAAAAAABoc/sSLBjZIhOx8/s400/Mantras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602906878467608178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've said it here before, but I'm a pretty visual person. I've even &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/04/visually-planning-event.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; on how this personality trait works itself out in my event planning. Here's another way that it presents itself in my daily life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After starting in &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/03/my-new-role-for-now.html"&gt;my new job&lt;/a&gt;, which is not a permanent position, I began to realize that there were some interesting tasks that my unique role should fulfill. After thinking through some of these things, I realized that i wanted to make them a priority in my ministry. So, in an effort to keep them in the front of my mind, I typed the first one out, printed it, and (sticky) tacked it up on my wall above my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief explanation of each one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;The clock is ticking!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This mantra was meant to remind me that my role of managing the transition between youth pastors has a time limit on it. I may not know what that time limit is, but it exists. Because of that, I want to make as big of an impact as I can during my time here. So, no time to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not about me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since Uncle Rick wrote &lt;a href=http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0310334195/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=partoftheproc-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=217145&amp;creative=399349&amp;creativeASIN=0310334195+"&gt;a book&lt;/a&gt; using this as its first line, this has become quite a famous quote. For me, in this role, it serves to remind me that I'm here to serve. I'm here to serve students, volunteers, and parents. I'm not here to build my own ministry kingdom. I'm not here to garner a sterling reputation. I'm not here to impress. I'm just here to serve. Why? Because it's not about me. it's about Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you wading for? Dive in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play on words? Guilty. Here's the deal. I'm not great at starting relationships with everything I've got. I'm much more the type to hang back at first, slowly get to know someone, and then jump in. But in this role, I don't have time for that. (I may have mentioned something about this in the first mantra.) So, instead of slowly wading into the relationship pool, I need to dive in and get to know everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a model! You know what I mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's a Right Said Fred Song. But it's also something good to keep in mind as you minister. Especially in a leadership role. One of the realities of ministry is that a ministry takes on the personality of its leader. Not only that, but volunteers see what a leader does and, in a lot of cases, base how they serve on that. So it's super important that I live my life, and serve others, in such a way to model how I want my volunteers and students to live theirs. It's also super important that I look to Christ to be my model and follow him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things I'm keeping in mind I as serve students at my church. I'm sure I'll be adding to the list as I continue. Maybe one of them speaks to you and can help you! Feel free to use them yourself...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-7289367225183205327?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/7289367225183205327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=7289367225183205327&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7289367225183205327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7289367225183205327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/sAb2s1JLP0s/my-mantras.html" title="My Mantras..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzAIlAVrYZ8/TcGGHtinjnI/AAAAAAAABoc/sSLBjZIhOx8/s72-c/Mantras.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/05/my-mantras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQng5eSp7ImA9WhZXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-3470070836895862799</id><published>2011-05-03T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:28:43.621-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-03T13:28:43.621-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Things I Love..." /><title>Things I Love: Series 3...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji5PmqjqFcA/TcA2A5g6pWI/AAAAAAAABoU/gOqvzdU96Nw/s1600/Things%2BI%2BLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji5PmqjqFcA/TcA2A5g6pWI/AAAAAAAABoU/gOqvzdU96Nw/s400/Things%2BI%2BLove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602537325515679074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some time now on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/joshtreece"&gt;my twitter&lt;/a&gt;, I've been posting a series of tweets about things I love. I figured I'd collect them all in one place (along with making some of them into links). You can check out the other entries in this series by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/search/label/Things%20I%20Love..."&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, this way, if you ever want to buy me a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vol 15:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sticky Fingers Carolina Classic BBQ Sauce, Texas Pete Hot Sauce, My Kindle, &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2010/08/love-at-first-sip.html"&gt;Diet Coke w/ Orange&lt;/a&gt;, Scrabble Slam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vol 16:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My Jamey Johnson Pandora Station, &lt;a href="http://www.jamestowncoffee.com/"&gt;Jamestown Coffee Company's&lt;/a&gt; Pumpkin Spice roast, Moleskines, The Karate Kid (both versions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vol 17:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Natalie Portman's Eyebrows, Diet A&amp;W Rootbeer, My &lt;a href="http://www.kleankanteen.com/"&gt;Klean Kanteen&lt;/a&gt;, Christmas Vacation (the movie), Orbit Sweet Mint Gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vol 18:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ricky Gervais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vol 19:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Words With Friends, &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/03/my-new-role-for-now.html"&gt;My New Job&lt;/a&gt;, White Boards, Trailer for Captain America, New Books on My Kindle, Nerds Jelly Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have good taste...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-3470070836895862799?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/3470070836895862799/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=3470070836895862799&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3470070836895862799?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3470070836895862799?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/w8Epf9oTqRY/things-i-love-series-3.html" title="Things I Love: Series 3..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji5PmqjqFcA/TcA2A5g6pWI/AAAAAAAABoU/gOqvzdU96Nw/s72-c/Things%2BI%2BLove.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/05/things-i-love-series-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFQ3o6fyp7ImA9WhZXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-7574351976145103820</id><published>2011-05-02T16:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:11:52.417-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-02T18:11:52.417-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Events..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Land of Confusion...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajSU5e8h4VI/Tb8WsBOKSNI/AAAAAAAABoM/EApapppVZWw/s1600/Confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajSU5e8h4VI/Tb8WsBOKSNI/AAAAAAAABoM/EApapppVZWw/s400/Confusion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602221406970071250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started this blog in September of 2005. So, it's birth being four years after 9-11, I don't have a recorded reaction of what I felt on that day. &lt;em&gt;Not that I'll ever forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget where I was and what I was doing when the news came across the TV. The first plane had already struck the towers when the live feed cut in. I witnessed the second collision. I was gathered with a few dozen or so people around a TV. Our jaws, collectively, on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, President Obama announced that Osama Bin Laden had been killed. The chief mastermind behind the NYC attacks, as well as other terrorist actions, had been "brought to justice". Today, the television is filled with images of Americans gathered in Times Square and in front of the White House cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, my mind flashed back to a similar picture. After thousands of our citizens were tragically killed in the 9-11 attacks, there was a similar reaction in the middle east. People gathered outside to celebrate, to cheer, a victory. They were joyous over so many innocent lives lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I watched the TV coverage of the celebration over Bin Laden's death, I found myself unable to be joyous. But I didn't know why. It wasn't until later today that I realized it. We (Americans) were celebrating a man's death. &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; don't read me saying that he was an innocent or that he wasn't as evil as they come. But he was a man. He was a man that Christ died for and now, if what he believed is the same as what he said, is going to spend eternity separated from God. I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; celebrate that. I can't have any reaction other than deep sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://missionofgod.posterous.com/do-not-gloat-over-bin-ladens-death"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.ciu.edu/discover-ciu/who-we-are/faculty-staff/warren-f-larson"&gt;Dr. Warren Larson&lt;/a&gt; today. Dr. Larson is one of the profs at my &lt;a href="http://www.ciu.edu/"&gt;alma mater&lt;/a&gt; and a former missionary in the middle east. I'd strongly encourage you to read his post, as it's an incredibly wise and God-honoring way to look at this current event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I'm not even done &lt;em&gt;typing&lt;/em&gt; this post, and a &lt;a href="http://whyismarko.com/2011/osama-bin-ladens-death-celebration-and-props-to-al-mohler/"&gt;new one from Marko&lt;/a&gt; just came up in my google reader expressing a similar feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm not alone in this feeling of confusion...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-7574351976145103820?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/7574351976145103820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=7574351976145103820&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7574351976145103820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/7574351976145103820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/peZ2paM4Nt0/land-of-confusion.html" title="Land of Confusion..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajSU5e8h4VI/Tb8WsBOKSNI/AAAAAAAABoM/EApapppVZWw/s72-c/Confusion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/05/land-of-confusion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMQX09fSp7ImA9WhZXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-6774756387742154082</id><published>2011-04-29T13:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:08:00.365-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T14:08:00.365-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Oh Bother...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK0c5jrqZ4g/Tbr-aYlcLOI/AAAAAAAABoE/xcaZ3gzMWd8/s1600/Oh%2BBother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK0c5jrqZ4g/Tbr-aYlcLOI/AAAAAAAABoE/xcaZ3gzMWd8/s400/Oh%2BBother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601068815818173666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Sunday was an exciting time at our church. We had nearly completed our "Cayce Census" project (knocking on the door of every home in Cayce to ask 3 survey questions), our resident artist, David Phillips, was completing his painting during the service, and we were celebrating the resurrection of our Lord. So, needless to say, there was joy in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except in the air around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this past Sunday, I was a perfect example of what is wrong with so many churches today. This past Sunday, our guests at church &lt;em&gt;bothered&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being Easter, this past Sunday we had quite a few guests at church. I finished my responsibilities during our early Sunday School hour and made my way over to the Worship Center to take my seat. After some schmoozing, I sat down next to Resa as service began. What happened next deeply shames me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though service starts at 9:30am, we had quite a few people coming in late. A lot of them would make their way to the sides of the Worship Center to sit. A family made their way to the row behind me. They were a large family whose grandmother is a regular attendee of our church and were visiting with her. They were talking to each other quite loudly as they came in, filing one by one into the row. I immediately picked up the strong scent of one of their perfumes (something with berry and vanilla in it). This forced some of the people who &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; sit near me at church to switch rows and sit next to me. One of these people has Tourette's Syndrome, so he has lots of physical and audible ticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the service went on, all of these things began to overload my senses. And, I began to get angry. Not outwardly, mind you. But internally, I was upset. &lt;em&gt;How could they come into the service being so loud? How could they not respect those around them? Why would you wear so much perfume to such a crowded place? I wish they wouldn't have sat here. I wish that this guy wouldn't have come up to sit next to me. I wish they'd just be quiet so I could engage in worship!&lt;/em&gt; On the outside, I was fine. But inside, I was italicizing all of these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the service and went home. I changed clothes and sat down to relax a little before our family meal. And that's when God spoke to me. He showed me the evilness in my attitude. The blackness of my heart. The lack of compassion,  hospitality, and generosity that, when left to grow, turns so many people off to the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;bothered&lt;/em&gt; by all of these people. And, because of being bothered, I didn't &lt;em&gt;bother&lt;/em&gt; to help them feel welcome in our church family. And that is shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent time this week repenting over this. I needed to first confess it to God, then ask His forgiveness. I feel like this is one of many reasons why people turn away from church. Even if they're willing to come and check it out, and even if they're not &lt;em&gt;directly&lt;/em&gt; turned away, they're indirectly turned away by being froze out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't fit into my "church culture" or doesn't allow me the amount of personal space I'm accustomed to, doesn't mean they don't deserve to be loved by me. Just because they sit in the wrong seat or wear (what I think is) too much perfume, doesn't mean that God isn't calling me to minister to them. After all, there was a time when I didn't know. There was a time when I was loud. There was a time when I didn't know how to "behave correctly" or where to sit. There was a time when I was late. And, you know what? I probably bothered some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so thankful that someone &lt;em&gt;bothered&lt;/em&gt; to reach out to me. I'm so thankful that someone opened their arms and their heart to welcome me. It's because of that, that I'm serving in my church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer moving forward is that God will help me to always keep this in mind: I have to &lt;em&gt;bother&lt;/em&gt; to reach out to everyone and help them feel welcome and loved. Even if they &lt;em&gt;bother&lt;/em&gt; me! And I do this because I am loved by a great God who bothered to love me...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-6774756387742154082?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/6774756387742154082/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=6774756387742154082&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/6774756387742154082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/6774756387742154082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/Y2y4dlxwkIU/oh-bother.html" title="Oh Bother..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK0c5jrqZ4g/Tbr-aYlcLOI/AAAAAAAABoE/xcaZ3gzMWd8/s72-c/Oh%2BBother.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/04/oh-bother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BSHw-cCp7ImA9WhZQF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-5961454236114110634</id><published>2011-04-25T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:32:39.258-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-25T15:32:39.258-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FACT..." /><title>FACT: Volume 4...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoXXqx4TPQ/TbXJoYIh37I/AAAAAAAABn8/tbGRqjgf9XA/s1600/FACT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoXXqx4TPQ/TbXJoYIh37I/AAAAAAAABn8/tbGRqjgf9XA/s400/FACT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599603407215255474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For previous FACTS, go &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/search/label/FACT..."&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Adding hot sauce to a thing makes that thing better. APPLICATION: My resume is now covered in &lt;a href="http://www.texaspete.com/#page=texas-pete-original-hot-sauce"&gt;Texas Pete&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Auto repair waiting rooms only have 3 types of magazines. Golf, Car, &amp; Women's Lifestyle (&lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/"&gt;Southern Living&lt;/a&gt;, Better Homes, etc.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.burtsbees.com/?WT.srch=1"&gt;Burt's Bees&lt;/a&gt; chapstick tastes exactly like Doublemint gum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; There's never been a better use of music than Brad Paisley's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14GVyAxD8Ag"&gt;You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive&lt;/a&gt;" in the Season One Finale of "Justified"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; It's impossible for me to sing &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/coolio"&gt;@coolio&lt;/a&gt;'s "Gangsta's Paradise" without switching to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/alyankovic"&gt;@alyankovic&lt;/a&gt;'s "Amish Paradise"...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-5961454236114110634?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/5961454236114110634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=5961454236114110634&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5961454236114110634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5961454236114110634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/ehPXXTQKv9M/fact-volume-4.html" title="FACT: Volume 4..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoXXqx4TPQ/TbXJoYIh37I/AAAAAAAABn8/tbGRqjgf9XA/s72-c/FACT.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/04/fact-volume-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQns7eip7ImA9WhZQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-5366183633050130043</id><published>2011-04-21T19:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:01:03.502-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T21:01:03.502-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>Well, It's About Time...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFsCmf_zPWs/TbC7i24G7LI/AAAAAAAABnc/KmRLaFIieN0/s1600/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFsCmf_zPWs/TbC7i24G7LI/AAAAAAAABnc/KmRLaFIieN0/s400/Angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598180544342322354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this was a first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cue Flashback.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three weeks, &lt;a href="http://tbccayce.wordpress.com/"&gt;our pastor&lt;/a&gt; has been preaching a series of messages leading up to Easter. And, this whole time as a part of our worship experience, we've had one of our members painting a composition (is that the right term, &lt;a href="http://lisabirle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leese&lt;/a&gt;?). During that time, I've been snapping pics after each service and posting them to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/joshtreece"&gt;my twitter feed&lt;/a&gt;. But just in case, you haven't started following me (yet), here's a glimpse at the progress he's made thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV3fHMqUClI/TbDBVYNG3sI/AAAAAAAABnk/0r8Z1hcWD10/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV3fHMqUClI/TbDBVYNG3sI/AAAAAAAABnk/0r8Z1hcWD10/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598186909840367298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Week 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAMHiQy-uF4/TbDBg3FlPHI/AAAAAAAABns/KDPETxk_Ock/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAMHiQy-uF4/TbDBg3FlPHI/AAAAAAAABns/KDPETxk_Ock/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598187107108863090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Week 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGnDG4qFTRI/TbDBvWNhfaI/AAAAAAAABn0/rRzv8__kdOQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGnDG4qFTRI/TbDBvWNhfaI/AAAAAAAABn0/rRzv8__kdOQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598187355981839778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Week 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flash Forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took some students to play Disc Golf. After we were done, I was back in the office when one of our secretaries called. As I walked out to see what was up, she pointed to a gentleman sitting on the couch, saying that he needed my help. As I looked over, I noticed that it was our resident artist, David. He said he was over in the worship center working on the painting and needed a model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining what he needed, I found myself in his car on my way to the &lt;a href="http://www.columbiamuseum.org/index"&gt;Columbia Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt;. You see, David is a part of a community of artists called &lt;em&gt;About Face&lt;/em&gt; that rents out the basement (what they call "the dungeon") of the museum for studio space. When we arrived, we went in the back entrance, through security, and into an elevator. (I actually can't remember if we went up or down.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the studio, I saw &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of furniture being stored from the &lt;a href="http://www.historiccolumbia.org/site/houses/woodrow-wilson-family-home/overview/index"&gt;Woodrow Wilson House&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;David said if I touched it, I would die.&lt;/em&gt; We made our way over to the studio space, which included two areas: one for portraits, and one for figures. Over on the figure side, David arranged the lights and grabbed an arch that I was to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was done, he asked me to come to a table and began to explain to me how he wanted me to pose. After a split second, he gave up and grabbed a pen and &lt;em&gt;sketched&lt;/em&gt; the pose. Yeah... impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posed, he took pictures of me, and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, he needed a model for the angel who moved the stone from in front of Jesus' tomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove home, I asked David about how he got started in painting, what his favorite subjects are, how his art is his offering of worship to God, and how he came to our church. Just before I got out, he said that i had really saved him a lot of trouble and that the painting would be better because I had given my time to help. He said that, even though the angel wouldn't look like me, I'd know it would &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "So you're telling me that you're not going to make the angel have red hair and sideburns?" And he said, "Hey! Who knows?! You're a good looking kid! Maybe he &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; look like you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'll be proud to have helped such a great artist. And I'll be &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; to post his finished product...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-5366183633050130043?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/5366183633050130043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=5366183633050130043&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5366183633050130043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/5366183633050130043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/Vv3gtEiCn9M/well-its-about-time.html" title="Well, It's About Time..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFsCmf_zPWs/TbC7i24G7LI/AAAAAAAABnc/KmRLaFIieN0/s72-c/Angel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/04/well-its-about-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMESXo8eyp7ImA9WhZQE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-3573711923167533177</id><published>2011-04-18T20:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:13:28.473-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-20T16:13:28.473-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal..." /><title>FINALLY...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iY0vDhIPGaQ/TazXFaqyrgI/AAAAAAAABnU/AKc270hs5wU/s1600/Iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iY0vDhIPGaQ/TazXFaqyrgI/AAAAAAAABnU/AKc270hs5wU/s400/Iphone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597084924972805634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waaaaaay&lt;/em&gt; back in the day (2007), I wrote the first post about how &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2007/01/iphone.html"&gt;I wanted an iphone&lt;/a&gt;. Since the gen 1 release, I've sat quietly by and watched as new models came out. But every time a new model was released, it was always outside of my grasp. This was because, like so many Americans, I was suffering from &lt;em&gt;networkus verizonus&lt;/em&gt;. Or, in english, I was on verizon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it should be noted that, I've never once regretted going with verizon as my network of choice when it comes to important factors like network performance or customer service. But they were lacking when it came to the one thing I was looking for in upgrading to a smartphone: the iPhone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that went out the window in February. And after spending March researching on whether or not I should wait for the iPhone 5 release, I finally bit the bullet and got the verizon iPhone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it for about two weeks and I... am... &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a handle on a lot of the "fun" apps. But, youth workers, are there any apps that can help with the daily workload? Which ones should I add to the arsenal...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17085210-3573711923167533177?l=www.joshtreece.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joshtreece.com/feeds/3573711923167533177/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17085210&amp;postID=3573711923167533177&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3573711923167533177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17085210/posts/default/3573711923167533177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Process/~3/Q5AFiK2dst8/finally.html" title="FINALLY..." /><author><name>Josh Treece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688962916422281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFjeiKOmMxQ/SHKruAFKrrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w0r51carwJ0/S220/n582725755_246670_7551.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iY0vDhIPGaQ/TazXFaqyrgI/AAAAAAAABnU/AKc270hs5wU/s72-c/Iphone.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/04/finally.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABSHw4cCp7ImA9WhZREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085210.post-2502771093120545039</id><published>2011-04-06T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:55:59.238-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T15:55:59.238-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry..." /><title>Visually Planning an Event...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFSao1ms6Ac/TZyrjgSR_iI/AAAAAAAABnE/1yX-hXhgOB0/s1600/Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFSao1ms6Ac/TZyrjgSR_iI/AAAAAAAABnE/1yX-hXhgOB0/s400/Eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592533463737695778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been on the job in my &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2011/03/my-new-role-for-now.html"&gt;new role&lt;/a&gt; for about a month now. Staff meetings, mid-week gatherings, Sunday School, discipleship classes, meetings, studying, phone calls, lunch... everything that was a part of my job at my last church &lt;a href="http://www.joshtreece.com/2007/10/whats-going-on.html"&gt;when I left&lt;/a&gt; was right here waiting on me when I returned to full time ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, like any youth pastor (interim, or not), I've got to plan events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the first thing that was handed to me when I accepted the position was a DiscipleNow weekend that was on the schedule for a &lt;em&gt;month&lt;/em&gt; from my start date! And the only thing that had been planned was the date! So... I got to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was &lt;em&gt;fill&lt;/em&gt; my office whiteboard with things I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; I needed to think through. Everything from theme, to who would teach, to worship music, to t shirts, to housing and food. Every step that had to be taken went on the board. And it was all in black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, as I added to or changed or tweaked ideas, I wrote beside them in red. For instance, in black, I wrote "housing". Then next to that, in red, I wrote the names of several families that had volunteered to host students. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about two weeks, I began working on the schedule. But, I ran into a problem. I didn't have anymore room on my whiteboard! So, in an act of improvisation, I went into our children's ministry department supply room and secured myself a six and a half foot piece of heavy grade butcher paper and sticky tacked it up on my wall. &lt;em&gt;(I also tested it to make sure nothing would bleed through!)&lt;/em&gt; This became the place where everything, schedule-wise, landed. Same principle as the whiteboard. Black first, then red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, I found a flaw in my system: Everything was a mess! So many ideas and thoughts written without any flow or organization and in more than one place! This would not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm a very visual person. In fact, in the congressional voting system of my brain, the &lt;em&gt;eyes&lt;/em&gt; have it. (See what I did there?) Because of that, I like to have things that I'm working on in front of me. So I changed the system again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRgfDcSehVo/TZyxOhFFaiI/AAAAAAAABnM/B5hj-uFf9-g/s1600/Planning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRgfDcSehVo/TZyxOhFFaiI/AAAAAAAABnM/B5hj-uFf9-g/s400/Planning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592539700243294754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click to embiggen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little detail is now in one place. Organized, color coded, and updated with progress every day. &lt;em&gt;Josh, don't you think this is going a little overboard?&lt;/em&gt; No I don't, italics. And, I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of butcher paper is important for a few different reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The paper is in my office, with the door always open, for all to see. It allows others to see that things are being processed and thought through. It is also a physical display of what I've spent a month working on. Hopefully, this can aid in building some trust with some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It helps me collect all of my thoughts and needs in one place. For me, as I've mentioned, this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Since I'm the &lt;em&gt;Transitional&lt;/em&gt; Youth Ministry Team leader, the church is actively searching for a candidate for the full time, permanent position. This paper will serve him, as well as me! If he comes on staff, and has never put on a DiscipleNow before, he'll know &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; how I did it. Planning for the future is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go! Hopefully, this can help you as you plan a little too. 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