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Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</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/ZSPnM" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/zspnm" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFRn45fCp7ImA9WhRQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-8193842903450181914</id><published>2011-12-07T01:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:43:37.024+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-07T01:43:37.024+03:00</app:edited><title>Small Groups: Resist Shallow Relationships.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Have you ever been the new guy or gal to a small group Bible Study? You walk in and before long you begin to see relationships and friendships that obviously look much deeper than what you have with them. These feelings may be somewhat reasonable, but I would be willing to argue today that most relationships that we perceive at this level are not as deep as we think, so therefore we should not be put off by these perceptions but do our best to find a common meeting ground and dive in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1.) I would argue that most relationships in a small group setting are typically pretty shallow, especially in this culture that we live in. We love to have 1000’s of friends on Facebook and really no friends of significance. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As one of my good friends just said, we have a lot of breadth but little depth. I would agree. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;2.) I would also suggest that most relationships are self-seeking endeavors as well. I think the reason we want this breadth without depth is the exposure that we do not have it all together like we think. We do not want people to really know our hearts and desires. We effectively want to seek to scratch our ‘popularity’ itch, and move on…and never truly convey our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Small groups are effective, dissolve this level of superficiality as quickly as possible. They may place you early on in a level of discomfort due to the need to be vulnerable, but this vulnerability will lead to mutual trust and intimacy that will be much more beneficial than trivial weekly conversations about ‘lawn care’ or ‘diets’ or ‘latest news crisis’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Relationships built in this environment will be much more beneficial and lasting. Do yourself a favor and resist the temptation to move around a room to meet everyone…build a conversation…and if the Lord permits…you may find yourself, “sharing each other’s load of burdens”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;By CH (CPT) John L. Craven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The typical family is pulling out Christmas decorations just as soon as the turkey leftovers are being put up from Thanksgiving. The calendar is filled with rituals and routines that could be decades old. The route from Grandma’s house to the downtown lighting of the town Christmas Tree is streamlined to the minute, in hopes to optimize Daddy’s time to watch every Bowl game in High Definition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Please note: That is typical. BUT….for everyone who wears the uniform or has a family member who does…the TYPICALLY ain’t TOO TYPICAL. This year my wife and I took the Christmas tree box out November 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. We made the ever evolving schedule to visit our families 1700 miles away. We filled out two sets of LEAVE FORMS as we tried to buy the cheapest tickets home. We have reserved the Kennel for our dog, …which makes us all sad to leave behind. Not to mention, the opening of presents??? Do you open them before the trip or after??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The military family has challenges that most families will never see. These sacrifices are rarely mentioned at Veteran’s Day events or other honoring events. Yet,…How does your family make these otherwise CRAZY events enjoyable for your family? How do you turn these chaotic travels into a good memory? The key is CREATIVITY and RELATIONSHIP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Some Ideas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;On your Christmas Tree Box, sign and date the location of this Christmas. (i.e. Baumholder Germany 2010, …etc.) This looks pretty cool when your kids write it too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Pick a day during the Holidays and make it a family-centric event. Go see the lights at BLORA. Bring some Hot Chocolate or Coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Buy Ornaments from that DUTY STATION or LOCATION, don’t forget to date them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Take Holiday pictures, take tons of them. Make a digital book online for that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Have a Holiday Party at your house. Be a host, and invite your closer friends over for a grill out and maybe present exchange. Some of your work buddies might really like to see you with the ACU’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Adopted a single soldier and make sure they have a ‘family’ here. Buy them a Itunes card. (Never a bad deal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When it all is said and done, we must make these years enjoyable. Don’t wait till 10-15 years down the road to start making memories …START NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-6990045072831759936?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/W0_eoQ2RZgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/6990045072831759936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/12/military-christmas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/6990045072831759936?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/6990045072831759936?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/W0_eoQ2RZgA/military-christmas.html" title="A Military Christmas" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLBb6JUxq6o/TQyhX-LhM7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/5Rre-71k8u4/s72-c/Military%2BChristmas%2B4.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/12/military-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCR3wzfSp7ImA9WhRSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-371120000039066518</id><published>2011-11-16T20:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:57:46.285+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T20:57:46.285+03:00</app:edited><title>A Quote from John Calvin: Evil our reward for Kindness.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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As I was preparing for my study of Exodus this year in our Community Group, I came across this quote by John Calvin in his Commentary on Exodus:&lt;/div&gt;
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(&lt;strong&gt;Background&lt;/strong&gt;: writing in regards to the Israelites being quickly switched from friend to slave in the early verses of Exodus)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...;and certainly it is good for us that &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;evil should ever be our reward from men for our kindnesses&lt;/span&gt;, that we may learn in the performance of our duty to look to God alone, since otherwise we are unduly addicted to conciliate favour and applause for ourselves, or to seek after more earthly advantages." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[John Calvin Commentary Exodus I.8, p.25]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not writing a exposition to this passage or a formal response to John Calvin's quote. I was just humbled this morning as I read this. That our good, hard work, sacrfices, tears...can be rewarded with evil. Wow...that is not what you would think. I know I want a stink'n 'prize' at the end of my labors. But in reality, our prize is not necesarily here...but in Glory with Christ. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Bottomline Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;: God teach me to do good and kindness not for the praise of others. God also teach me not to be so shocked when the world bombards my soul when I labor in your name. May all this make clinge to the 'not yet' to come. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-371120000039066518?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/oaUBnP9Px7E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/371120000039066518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/11/quote-from-john-calvin-evil-our-reward.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/371120000039066518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/371120000039066518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/oaUBnP9Px7E/quote-from-john-calvin-evil-our-reward.html" title="A Quote from John Calvin: Evil our reward for Kindness." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2by0AU8Ytw/TsP5RrmrjFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/shryawEtLig/s72-c/calvin1-300x300.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/11/quote-from-john-calvin-evil-our-reward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBSHo8fip7ImA9WhRTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-4386690205320612736</id><published>2011-11-08T18:20:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:20:59.476+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T18:20:59.476+03:00</app:edited><title>How To Train Your Dragon? (or Spouse)</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How To Train Your &lt;strike&gt;Dragon &lt;/strike&gt;Spouse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Lesson One: Clear Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just started a new series for married couples. I pray this will help you smile a little, maybe even laugh, and ultimately build a stronger relationship with you and your spouse.&lt;/div&gt;
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We all know that clear communication is key to any good relationship. Notice that I did not say 'communication', I said 'clear communication.' Let me explain. I have a white lab that I simply love. He has a mind of his own and does just about anything. I can give communication to him...he may or may not listen. He may even turn and look at me and stare. He may even wag his tail. BUT, he may also turn and go right back to doing what I ask him not too (i.e. clean the dishes in the dishwasher). Then, I get frustrated and begin yelling and waving my hands...possibly pull off the Croc and do a little corrective training. ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course the analogy instantly breaks down, your spouse is not a dog. But we all know there are some clear parallels. &lt;/div&gt;
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1. We talk and give thoughts. THEY may look at us.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. We offer our hearts. THEY may look interested and laugh (wag their tails).&lt;/div&gt;
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3. We think they heard us. THEY turn and go back to doing what they wanted.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. We respond with shoe throwing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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This is not communication. &lt;/div&gt;
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Couples that wish to experience&amp;nbsp;a more peaceful home should consider the faults in the above situation. So what is wrong with the above situation? Well, as the adage goes: It takes two to tango. &lt;/div&gt;
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Things to help:&lt;/div&gt;
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1&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;. Talk with your spouse and allow them to give input into your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt; Example ("I have been frustrated with x for some time,...if you were in my shoes what would you do?" or "I am really excited this new class,...is there any classes you would like to take?") You must not make every conversation about you.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Learn a little more about their interest and be teachable with them&lt;/span&gt;. Be a pupil, let them teach you. Example ( "I don't completely understand why you use Greek yogurt instead of Sour Cream,...tell me why?" or "What is it about Star Wars that makes you want to watch so many times? Is it childhood good memories or the plot?")&lt;/div&gt;
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3. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;DEBRIEF DAILY&lt;/span&gt;. Never let days by in your relationship that you have not sat down and shared about your day. Let your spouse tell you all about. Turn off the TV. Give the child an activity, and give attention to your spouse. It may not be much, but 5 -15 minutes a day can keep your marriage fresh and up to date. This will keep you from being blindsided issues.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. Finally, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;compliment your spouse&lt;/span&gt;. Give a clear communication of personal&amp;nbsp;pleasure in your&amp;nbsp;spouse. Tell them something that&amp;nbsp;encourages or gives them hope. (Example: "Dinner,...that's a keeper for special guest."; "I am so glad you provide for our family.";&amp;nbsp;"Would you like me to get you a glass of tea?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bottomline: Marriage is not difficult. You don't have to be a guru to survive. You do need to&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;patient, be selfless. Do more than just wag your tail,...listen and speak. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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The blood pressure is finally normalizing. Your hands regain heat and your nose is no longer cold. The rush of adenaline has now causing you think a little more rational and you are gaining composure. Words have been said. Doors possibly have been slammed shut. Long rides to the gas station have ended with garage door being shut and both parties are finally breathing normally. THE FIGHT IS OVER.&lt;/div&gt;
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No matter which side of the argument you are on. This is not the best moment for any marriage or friendship. But what is vital ....what is ABSOLUTELY CRITICAL...is not to respond in a minimizing of the situation. What does that look like you might ask?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;1. "Sweetheart, I am sorry. But..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;em&gt;2. "Sweetheart, I am sorry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;3. "It has been a rough week, and I am sorry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;4. "You just made me angry,...I am sorry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;5. "Its ok baby. Let's just don't worry about it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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These statements sound very good on the surface, but can gloss over the problems that are really going on. By minimizing the situation in Example &lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt; you are not addressing that an issue has happened. In addition, the issue could be SIN. This permissive approach to sin is not the Biblical response. Sin should always be taken seriously as an offense to God, then an offense to others. Example #2 is also not acceptable as it reflects a very easy statement to voice, but with no heart action. The offender takes no responsibility for the offense, but can merely walk away. &lt;strong&gt;Examples 1,3,4&lt;/strong&gt; are all ways we blame-shift. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;BOTTOMLINE:&lt;/strong&gt; Instead of pressing to solve the conflict quickly with a "I am sorry." Take responsibility for the action. Address the individual with the 'facts' of what YOU did. Example, "Sweetheart, I know that by spending beyond our budget I jeorparized our finances and also was dishonest in my marriage commitment." or "I apologize for what I said to you. Those were hurtful words I should have never said. Will you forgive me?"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Take responsibility for your actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Be specific in your confession/apology.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ask for forgiveness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ask for support in pursuing holiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZy_eXbgWDM/TqreB8N5rSI/AAAAAAAAAII/EvJiaeCbiwo/s1600/2010-12-01-earphone-listening.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZy_eXbgWDM/TqreB8N5rSI/AAAAAAAAAII/EvJiaeCbiwo/s1600/2010-12-01-earphone-listening.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been told many times over that "Good Listeners are good counselors." This is somewhat true. Let me explain. I think it is vitally important for people to have good listening skills. If you are wanting to solve any type of conflict in a marriage or any numerous types of situations,...you have got to listen. Shut your stink'n trap and listen. Several times in the Bible we are see examples of God telling people to listen. &lt;/div&gt;
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Job is probably a classical example, Job 40. &lt;/div&gt;
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Either way, a good listener is valuable. But it is not the only thing you need. &lt;/div&gt;
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A counselor is just that, it is a person who through a gift of God has wisdom to impart, primarily through Scripture. They listen intently. Engage in the issue. Prayerfully consider, and then...RESPOND. This doesn't mean that the counselor then rants or points out all flaws and shows no mercy to the counslee, but let's not kid ourselves in believing that a 'good venting session' is all we want. If that is the case, Major (my lovely white lab) is a certified counselor. &lt;/div&gt;
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We all need more than just a wall to bounce our complaints. If our own counsel is what desire, I think we can see the folly of this logic. This leads to two major decisions:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;1. When you go to see counsel or advice: Share your heart. Expose your fears and limitations. Tell the truth of the facts that have lead you to this point. Understand that you are limited in scope. Then shut your trap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;2. As the one someone comes to for advice: Listen intently. Engage appropriately, but do not be the lazy counselor who only 'bounces' their feelings back. &lt;strong&gt;MAN UP&lt;/strong&gt;! and say something that has Scriptural integrity. Give the wisdom that they seek. Understand that you are not infallible and humble yourself to help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottomline:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seek advice from those you know who are kind enough to truly care, but tough enough to speak truth to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-3285915590881137608?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/8lt1bu-gs0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/3285915590881137608/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-listeners-alone-are-not-good.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/3285915590881137608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/3285915590881137608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/8lt1bu-gs0I/good-listeners-alone-are-not-good.html" title="Good Listeners Alone, Are Not Good Counselors." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZy_eXbgWDM/TqreB8N5rSI/AAAAAAAAAII/EvJiaeCbiwo/s72-c/2010-12-01-earphone-listening.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-listeners-alone-are-not-good.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HQXg9fSp7ImA9WhdaFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-1506354651116634084</id><published>2011-10-26T22:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:03:50.665+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T22:03:50.665+03:00</app:edited><title>How to Make a Tough Decision?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJgFsZW-Fw0/TqhZQ-nDs8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5-PFd3ewJ9I/s1600/article-page-main_ehow_images_a08_8r_jf_make-own-bubble-answer-document-800x800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJgFsZW-Fw0/TqhZQ-nDs8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5-PFd3ewJ9I/s1600/article-page-main_ehow_images_a08_8r_jf_make-own-bubble-answer-document-800x800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably everyone has come across and issue where you have to make a decision. It boils down to two distinct directions that are the options. You must choose between A or B, not&amp;nbsp;A and B, or C. I think you understand what I am getting at. So, how do you make that decision? Here are few helpful tid-bits.&lt;/div&gt;
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1. By choosing one or the other am I violating any ethical or moral law? Would it be a sin to choose one? Is it explicitly taught in Scriptures?&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Am I placing myself as the lone decider or have I sought out counsel with others who may bring a perspective that I am not seeing (Blind spot helpers)?&lt;/div&gt;
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3. By choosing one or the other am I placing a relationship in jeopardy? Family? Loved ones?&lt;/div&gt;
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4. What is the chief end that is&amp;nbsp;driving the conflict in choosing? Could you be choosing a particular side because of pride or fear? If that were taken away, which would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;
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5. Are you being manipulated by someone outside to make a particular choice that you would otherwise not make if that were not present? &lt;/div&gt;
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6. Is your relationship with God calling you make a sacrifice or decision? Is your faith Self being a distraction? &lt;/div&gt;
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7. Will the effects of the choices make you more like Christ or less?&lt;/div&gt;
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Bottomline: The World in which you and I live make decisions very different than confessing Christians. You might want to make sure when you are pursuing&amp;nbsp;a decision point to navigate the 'wisdom' of the world with the wisdom of the Spirit. Seek counsel, be patient, and pursue holiness above all.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colorado Bend State Park, home of Mutant Raccoons, Deer, Possums, Armadillo...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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If you know me, you know that I love four things&amp;nbsp;probably too much. 1. Theology Books, 2. Xbox 360, 3. White-Labs, and finally...CAMPING. Yes, I admit that I often daydream at work on various State Park websites of what it would look like to camp/hike in that area. I have more gear than I can manage. I probably have two or three of everything. Winter/Spring/Summer/Fall accessories...stoves/gas &amp;amp; propane...even Grizzly Spray. Yes....I have it!&lt;/div&gt;
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Now this past weekend Jessica and I take the lovely kiddo down to Colorado Bend State Park, just south of Lampassas (sp). It was truly out in the middle of NOWHERE. 18 miles of no gas stations. Once you get inside the park, you drive an additional 10 miles on a dirt road, further up and further in.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was on that road that Jessica and I began to discuss if Special Revelation (God's Word) is infallible and sufficient for all things. This then led into a discussion regarding General Revelation (Nature) and whether it has the same authority. Yes,...believe it or not...we discuss theology all the time. &lt;/div&gt;
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We arrived at the campsite. Put up our tents. Thwarted several barrages of mutant attack raccoons. I felt like I was at Helms Deep (LOTR reference). Nevertheless we woke up...and Angie and I took a walk down on the riverside with Major. It was glorious. A cool morning,...frogs jumping around. I was in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;
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BOTTOMLINE: Psalms 19 talks about how the heavens and earth declare the glory of God. I think in many ways, I love to go camping because its like sitting on the front row of a great orchestra. I don't worship creation. I love to sing with it, and praise God for His work in Christ Jesus to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-8129188438424394800?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/VVO-vwrceqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/8129188438424394800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/10/campfires-raccoons-and-psalms-19.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/8129188438424394800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/8129188438424394800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/VVO-vwrceqo/campfires-raccoons-and-psalms-19.html" title="Campfires, Raccoons, and Psalms 19." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqjsKKOEMfI/TqbAPbpXeTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bJ_awkpLe2s/s72-c/20269386.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/10/campfires-raccoons-and-psalms-19.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBRnY7cCp7ImA9WhdaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-1072445248749128637</id><published>2011-10-24T05:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:14:17.808+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T05:14:17.808+03:00</app:edited><title>What I am learning right now?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiUqrDuA19A/TqTJhL1OCEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9wEFApb_-PY/s1600/BiblicalCounseling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiUqrDuA19A/TqTJhL1OCEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9wEFApb_-PY/s1600/BiblicalCounseling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, a couple of years out of formal education and I am have a joy buying books and studying. The difference now is that I am not fighting against my personal cynicism with the local church, I am trying to keep myself focus on Kingdom building. (It is too easy to be a critic!)&lt;br /&gt;
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As you may or may not know, I counsel a great deal of soldiers and their families. I have found that I love it. Yet, seminary does not give you a huge deal of classes in the MDiv program to prepare anyone for the casework load that a Chaplain has. Of course, this is not like a Minister of Counseling at your local church. I rarely have follow-ups or continued counseling appointments. Usually it ends with smile, 'Thanks Chap!' or a referral out. Therefore, I have decided for that one solid appointment...I want to be the most effective 45 minutes possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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I began looking for ways to sharpen my skills in counseling yet keep a solid Biblical approach that would seem to model my desires to be 'Reformed' in methods. I found a Biblical Counseling book by John MacArthur in my library and began my research. Before long had crossed over NANC (National Association for Nouthetic Counselors), CCEF, and several other sources that sparked my desires. My heartstrings were plucked. I felt the rich Biblical centered approach. The SUPER-high view of Scripture authority and sufficiency. I loved it. Not long after, I talked to my wife and the book buying began.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, &lt;i&gt;David Powlison, Ken Sande, Jay Adams&lt;/i&gt;, and many more are sitting on my coffee table, while others wait in my CBD or Amazon 'wish list'.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, I am working on getting my certification from NANC. It should be about 6-8 months of work, but I love the way its teaching me right now. I have never thought I would desire to counsel so much, but when I see the fruit of solid Biblical truths...its definitely moving me that direction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-1072445248749128637?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/9vycny6xvb0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1072445248749128637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-am-learning-right-now.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/1072445248749128637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/1072445248749128637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/9vycny6xvb0/what-i-am-learning-right-now.html" title="What I am learning right now?" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiUqrDuA19A/TqTJhL1OCEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9wEFApb_-PY/s72-c/BiblicalCounseling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-am-learning-right-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EDQH0-eSp7ImA9WhdXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-8035394799375746645</id><published>2011-09-01T18:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:07:51.351+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T18:07:51.351+03:00</app:edited><title>Giving to the Ungrateful: A Difficult Command to Follow.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1oLCsevjZE/Tl-fsJoZxWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/djBV-4pGE0s/s1600/gift-box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1oLCsevjZE/Tl-fsJoZxWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/djBV-4pGE0s/s320/gift-box.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am impressed by C.S. Lewis every time I read a paragraph. In &lt;em&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/em&gt; many times he makes a statement like, "personally I find this almost impossible to perform" or "this could be the most difficult thing in Christianity." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Therefore, in this same thought I would like to put forward my personal, "I find this quite difficult to do." The subject is loving the ungrateful. In Luke 6:35 just after the Beatitudes, Jesus says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_2ir2mq="253" style="color: red;"&gt;But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u closure_uid_2ir2mq="259"&gt;ungrateful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the evil. Be merciful, evne as your Father is merciful."(ESV, Luke 6:35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Several commands in this passage that cause me to quiver. Some of these commands are hard even when you like people. But what clearer example to the world can you give, than to do something like this. Give and forget. ...AND give again, when they ask. Give when they don't say, 'Thank you so much!" Give when you know that they might pawn it two days later. Give to your enemies. This type of living is what constitutes radical Christianity in our material driven culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2ir2mq="219"&gt;This without a doubt is the most difficult thing in my life. I feel my hands open freely to those I love and cherish, but to those who have horns and smell of cabbage or worse..........uh.......uh....the Command still applies. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-8035394799375746645?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/i1WFx9VpxTE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/8035394799375746645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/09/giving-to-ungrateful-difficult-command.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/8035394799375746645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/8035394799375746645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/i1WFx9VpxTE/giving-to-ungrateful-difficult-command.html" title="Giving to the Ungrateful: A Difficult Command to Follow." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1oLCsevjZE/Tl-fsJoZxWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/djBV-4pGE0s/s72-c/gift-box.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/09/giving-to-ungrateful-difficult-command.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERX44cCp7ImA9WhdXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-4423684374069864863</id><published>2011-08-25T09:00:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:00:04.038+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T09:00:04.038+03:00</app:edited><title>Blog Dots. Which One Is You?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGrEYnTdSQg/TlVPvQs6LnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cbvVux1kCs8/s1600/Who%2527s+looking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGrEYnTdSQg/TlVPvQs6LnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cbvVux1kCs8/s640/Who%2527s+looking.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_yj3yir="281"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_cy0odh="249"&gt;Bottomline: Don't be discouraged. You are never alone. Other believers around the globe are praying that the Lord might work in your life today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_cy0odh="249"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_cy0odh="249"&gt;**The red dots represents a reader of the blogger and their estimated location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-4423684374069864863?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/ISP_yxG0uPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/4423684374069864863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-dots-which-one-is-you.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/4423684374069864863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/4423684374069864863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/ISP_yxG0uPs/blog-dots-which-one-is-you.html" title="Blog Dots. Which One Is You?" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGrEYnTdSQg/TlVPvQs6LnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cbvVux1kCs8/s72-c/Who%2527s+looking.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-dots-which-one-is-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNQHs5eip7ImA9WhdXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-2572430480307733444</id><published>2011-08-24T22:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:16:31.522+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-24T22:16:31.522+03:00</app:edited><title>The Chicken or the Egg: A Discussion of Origins</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EoHRHrnecGM/TlVNv_qJtdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PKOoX5-fLJo/s1600/15661_chicken-egg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EoHRHrnecGM/TlVNv_qJtdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PKOoX5-fLJo/s1600/15661_chicken-egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Currently reading: God, Revelation, and Authority Vol.VI. by Carl F.H. Henry. As I was reading this morning and later this afternoon, I came across a legitimate discussion regarding the nature of Adam's belly button. Yes,...believe it or not...I was reading a lengthy discussion on whether Adam had a belly button, while sipping some coffee out of my Stanley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Where we came from and how we understand the first book of the Bible is very important. The Evolution and Creation debate will always be a discussion somewhere. But for the Christian, who doesn't want to discuss long geological formations of fossils or whether it was a literal twenty-four hour, 6 day creation ...I pose a simple formulation that might help you in curious discussions about the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: Which came first the chicken or the egg?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The chicken came first. A fully functioning adult chicken...with an accompanying Rooster somewhere to keep it spicy. No eggs,..well not for a couple of weeks atleast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Adam was&amp;nbsp;a fully functioning man, marrying-age. He wasn't an infant. There were forest of thick tall trees..loaded with rings. Rivers had smooth stones. There were stars in the sky, ...it wasn't black...as we waited for years of light to travel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_foihxg="224"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottomline:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am not a incredibly smart dude, but I don't mind making conversation with people about my views about Christianity or creation. A goofy question like: Which came first the chicken or the egg?,...will probably not lead someone to follow Jesus, but it may be the seed of truth that the Lord plants to have water with more revelatory conversations about the Creator, and not just his Creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-2572430480307733444?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/3nPDRAYv3-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/2572430480307733444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/chicken-or-egg-discussion-of-origins.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/2572430480307733444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/2572430480307733444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/3nPDRAYv3-A/chicken-or-egg-discussion-of-origins.html" title="The Chicken or the Egg: A Discussion of Origins" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EoHRHrnecGM/TlVNv_qJtdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PKOoX5-fLJo/s72-c/15661_chicken-egg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/chicken-or-egg-discussion-of-origins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMQHozfyp7ImA9WhdXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-6041526266825406639</id><published>2011-08-23T18:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:14:41.487+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-23T18:14:41.487+03:00</app:edited><title>Heart and Flesh Cry Out: A Meditation on Passions.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;When some one asks you, "What is your passion?" how do you answer that? Now seriously, what do you get just about ANGRY about when you seeing done or not being done. Your heart pounds hard when the subject is brought up in conversation. You can barely sit still when people are talking about it. Rumbling in your inner being is a desire so great that your jaws can barely hold back the eruption that comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;What is that to you? Is it justice for the unborn? Is it Waterloo? Is it adoption? What is it to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;For me, it's pretty simple. I love to teach the Bible. Let me say that again. I love to teach the Bible. It has been about 3 months since the last time I have stood behind a pulpit and preached a sermon or taught on a passage of Scripture,...and every day that I read passages of Scripture my heart only burns more. Cautiously since I have returned this go around from Iraq, I have made it my goal not to throw myself into the 'teaching' arena so quickly. We recently joined a wonderful congregation near us and I am enjoying the 'soaking' stage of my life. But like a ship in a harbor,...I may be safe,...but I wasn't built for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;I think these longings are good, as long as they don't press us to be critical or jealous. What are you truly pressed in your soul to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s83fme="224"&gt;Bottomline: God created each of us to bring him glory. He gave us gifts and abilities that combined with His Church cause a body to function beautifully. Don't manufacture these gifts,...oftentimes they erupt in our heart as God moves us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-6041526266825406639?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/eQaYuLpbFWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/6041526266825406639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-and-flesh-cry-out-meditation-on.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/6041526266825406639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/6041526266825406639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/eQaYuLpbFWQ/heart-and-flesh-cry-out-meditation-on.html" title="Heart and Flesh Cry Out: A Meditation on Passions." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-and-flesh-cry-out-meditation-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFRng4eCp7ImA9WhdQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-4309120296829069522</id><published>2011-08-18T05:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:10:17.630+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-18T05:10:17.630+03:00</app:edited><title>Meeting New People: Starting out on the right foot.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_ZpeMvT5XM/Tkx0ZVKihGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZiHeaG6f2hs/s1600/DSC02275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_ZpeMvT5XM/Tkx0ZVKihGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZiHeaG6f2hs/s320/DSC02275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just today I put on the best uniform I had. I made sure all the patches were placed correctly. Quickly grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out the door. I was heading to my new unit here in Texas. This would be a day of in-processing and getting to meet new people. How would they receive me? Who will be my new 'best-friend'? Will the Commander/CSM like me?&lt;br /&gt;
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This may not apply to Chaplains but to anyone endeavoring meeting new people or new bosses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here a few tips:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Pray first. Ask the Lord for confidence and a honest presentation of 'who God made you to be'.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Take a shower. Shave. Brush your teeth. Pop that pimple. Put on some deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Grab some gum. Nothing worse than looking great and your breath wilting the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Think of a couple of positive things about your past units and say them. No one likes a person who harps about his OLD UNIT. If you aren't in the Army, and maybe applying for a minister job...don't slam the old pastor you worked for back at 'whatchamachalit church'.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally my Golden Nugget:&lt;br /&gt;
"Never assume that people are as nice/or as bad as they first appear." ~ Richard Baxter.&lt;br /&gt;
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This put more simply is this: &amp;nbsp;If they are buttering you up...you might be being thrown in the oven soon. Or the guy that you might write-off as particularly odd could be your greatest asset.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-4309120296829069522?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/xEk1K6KgLtg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/4309120296829069522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/meeting-new-people-starting-out-on.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/4309120296829069522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/4309120296829069522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/xEk1K6KgLtg/meeting-new-people-starting-out-on.html" title="Meeting New People: Starting out on the right foot." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_ZpeMvT5XM/Tkx0ZVKihGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZiHeaG6f2hs/s72-c/DSC02275.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/meeting-new-people-starting-out-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHRnY5eip7ImA9WhdQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-561332796479000136</id><published>2011-08-16T23:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:07:17.822+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T23:07:17.822+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ESV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barnes and Noble" /><title>Nook: My New Bible, and so much more.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlvyiUcd9zU/TkrNrwcQltI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-YGF1adzkVQ/s1600/unnamed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlvyiUcd9zU/TkrNrwcQltI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-YGF1adzkVQ/s1600/unnamed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a Chaplain, I must be willing to dedicate a portion of my time to reading books and preparing sermons. A large collection of books looks really prestigious in your office. Each bookend reminds me of a time and place where I read it. Yet,...add up all the books and you get two things: WEIGHT &amp;amp; PRECIOUS SPACE. Both of these are not things you long to have in the military.&lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore, this year as a remedy I decided to go with an e-reader. No Ipad...no Full-Color movie/app monster multi-player. Just an e-reader. Cost: $119, add a $30 Leather cover. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Almost instantly after the purchase I downloaded the ESV bible and few other fun books: City of God, Mere Christianity, Morning and Evening with Spurgeon, &amp;nbsp;and Michael Horton's new theology book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Practical living: I take it to Sunday Church and work. I am the new guy in pew trying to quickly access the passage without looking challenged. It has proven to be a great asset. I strongly recommend any mobile Pastor/Chaplain to consider this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-561332796479000136?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/basX0DkXiPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/561332796479000136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/nook-my-new-bible-and-so-much-more.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/561332796479000136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/561332796479000136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/basX0DkXiPM/nook-my-new-bible-and-so-much-more.html" title="Nook: My New Bible, and so much more." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlvyiUcd9zU/TkrNrwcQltI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-YGF1adzkVQ/s72-c/unnamed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/08/nook-my-new-bible-and-so-much-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABQHc6cCp7ImA9Wx9WGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-3664242171062004681</id><published>2011-01-24T17:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:35:51.918+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-24T17:35:51.918+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infertility" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscarriage" /><title>Infertility: A Shared-Suffering</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My wife just miscarriage, now what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your spouse and you just suffered the news that you just lost your child in a miscarriage. It doesn’t matter what time frame. Days ago, hours,…a couple of weeks. The timeline still seems very insignificant because it just happened to your wife and you. You have hundreds of questions: Do I tell people? What is the proper response? Is this between my wife and I only? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miscarriages are a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;terribly difficult seasons for a marriage. The feelings of joy and anticipation of new life now feel robbed. The feelings of inadequacy, the grief of death, the uncertainty of fertility, the unknown of social engagement.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The awkward moment at church on Mother’s Day, when your wife can barely hold back the tears. (Been there done that) Here’s some simple direct counseling for husbands in that first 1-3 month window after the tragedy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND ONLY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Priority #1:&lt;/b&gt; Assure your wife, that her value to you is not based in her functionality. She is valuable to you because YOU LOVE HER. Build security in your wife, by letting her grieve with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In other words, if she needs to walk out of a situation, be there with her. If burst into tears while reading facebook news, be there. She feels the weight of failure and inadequacy, BUILD HER UP. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Priority #2&lt;/b&gt;: Don’t be the theologian, until she is ready. No one needs to know your thoughts on the whereabouts of the child in glory. No one needs a dissertation on the Problem of Evil, and Why God allows suffering? This is not the season. Wait.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Although, speak correctly of the life she carried. Speak about YOUR (plural) CHILD. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Priority #3:&lt;/b&gt; Pleasantly recognize that you might be one day counseling someone else in this as you have suffered through it. We, (Jessica and I ) often have close friends who have been down this road, and it ‘s a bond like none other to discuss this intimate occasion with them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Priority #4:&lt;/b&gt; As time grows, be patient with her. She will desire to get pregnant again. Cheer her on, unless told otherwise by a doctor. Every pregnancy test and ovulation test, cheer her on! She already has the voices of hurt, HUSBAND your job is to drown them out with confidence. Your negativity at any level will destroy her. Talk about, ‘when we am playing with our little boy…’, although painful at first…this helps your wife know that you are envisioning children with her. Either by natural or by adoption…children are a blessing from God, speak that way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottomline&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Books should be written in regards to how a man can help his wife through this. Nothing is more valuable than restating time and time again, your relationships security not based on performance. An unconditional election, clearly portrayed by Christ to the church. This builds great foundations for future growth in your marriage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-3664242171062004681?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/WQl1ohR230s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/3664242171062004681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/infertility-shared-suffering.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/3664242171062004681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/3664242171062004681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/WQl1ohR230s/infertility-shared-suffering.html" title="Infertility: A Shared-Suffering" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/infertility-shared-suffering.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBR3s5cCp7ImA9Wx9WF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-5420264891966856352</id><published>2011-01-22T15:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:57:36.528+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-22T15:57:36.528+03:00</app:edited><title>My Top 3 Chapters in Scripture.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TTrTyvKIOkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5zwQN4-5nC4/s1600/bungiehalo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TTrTyvKIOkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5zwQN4-5nC4/s320/bungiehalo3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top Three's of the Bible.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;If you were to ask me what 3 chapters of the Bible have been the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;impacting in my spiritual walk. I would tell you John 3, Romans 3, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Colossians 3. This Sunday I am actually starting a small series before I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;launch back into a continuation of the verse by verse study of II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Corinthians. Each week, I will do my best to show why I love these fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;But because many of you will not be able to attend, here is a good summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;of what I am thinking and where I will be heading on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Most people have a bizarre understanding of salvation. They can't figure it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;out. What does it mean to be saved? What does it mean to be reborn? What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;does it mean that the Spirit goes back and forth? This passage helped me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;understand Jesus' compassion. His sit down 'waffle house' style conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;with a scholar. His rich wisdom and mystery, which surrounds the simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;of the Gospel found in John 3:16. A child can memorize it, but its aroma is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;better than any pipe tobacco. So sweet to know Christ holds our eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;How sinful am I? I amuse myself sometimes thinking that I have 'gotten'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;better, but it only takes a wipe of the word of God in the foggy bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;mirror to reveal how sinful I really am. I don't seek him. I run from him. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;don't understand Him. I am ugly down deep. I deserve full justice to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;served. I have spit in the face of God, and his revealed beauty. AND YET, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;took my place.received in him the full punishment of my 'smiling-hate'. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;then pardoned me of my sins. I stand righteous before God. Nothing but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;blood of Jesus. A sinner made right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colossians 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;So, you are a believer and have no idea what to do next. Well, the rest of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;your entire life you can live Colossians 3. I have done my best to screw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;this up several times, but this is the TRUE NORTH in my lostness in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Christianity. I forget my calling.Colossians 3. I forget my love.Colossians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;3. I purposefully desire sin.Colossians 3. I actually get it right for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;season.Colossians 3. In the words of the great Puritan, John Owen, . "If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;aren't killing sin, sin will be killing you." Face it. We suck at being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Christians. We keep the law as good as a crooked Sheriff. We know how to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;right, even enforce it,.but we also know how to sneak around. Thus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Colossians 3 is written to Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottomline&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: These are my top 3. &amp;nbsp;I am no stellar Christian. I press toward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;THE goal, like it's a trip to go see bad relatives. Yet these TOP 3, have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;forever been my bearings of humility and holiness. God grant us all peace in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;as we wash ourselves in the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;To Josh Stewart and Charles Halton, I regret that I did not include an OT passage here. Yet, I do believe I could do a 3 best of many different Biblical genres. Forgive your NT inclined friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-5420264891966856352?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/jDWQWzYSe9I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/5420264891966856352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-top-3-chapters-in-scripture.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/5420264891966856352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/5420264891966856352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/jDWQWzYSe9I/my-top-3-chapters-in-scripture.html" title="My Top 3 Chapters in Scripture." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TTrTyvKIOkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5zwQN4-5nC4/s72-c/bungiehalo3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-top-3-chapters-in-scripture.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMQng4cCp7ImA9Wx9WFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-497236882570315331</id><published>2011-01-21T17:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:28:03.638+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-21T19:28:03.638+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Kids Don't Like to go to Church Help" /><title>My Kids Don't Like to go to Church! Help!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TTmz774Ng3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iHoIOzPGi8M/s1600/Bored.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TTmz774Ng3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iHoIOzPGi8M/s320/Bored.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Q: "My Kids don’t like to go to church.  Can you help?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Single Mom, Winder GA &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;If you are a parent, and you attend church on Sundays regularly, then this little counseling session  will do you good. If it hasn’t already happened, the day will come  when that precious child of yours will decided to look you in the eyes on a rushed Sunday morning  and tell you that they ‘Don’t like church!’ , or ‘Think its  boring.’ Etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, if you sat down in my office  chair and asked the question, this is what I would say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;, realize that its Sunday morning,  a day where every Christian household in America is going through the  same dilemma.&amp;nbsp; We are all fighting sin. The problem is that God  has commanded us to worship Him, and children have a unique way of stating  the obvious voices of our hearts. We would say the same thing as a justification  to crawl back into the bed. We would argue with authority, but because  we have a touch more sanctification in our lives we SHOULD know that  this struggle is a weekly task. So, children are sinful creatures, they  just say what we think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;, realize that you are the parent  charged by God to teach the child the structure of worship. “You shall  teach them [the law] diligently to your children, and shall talk of  them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when  you lie down, and when you rise.” Deut. 6:7. You are the authority  to your children, as God is an authority to you. There are times where  we all desire to reject this role as parents and lay blame on our children  for our laziness to lead our children. A question I might ask: Do your  children see you as this role? Or do you enjoy a more passive approach  to your teaching them? Scriptures have placed the responsibility on  you, not the child to teach themselves Scripture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third&lt;/b&gt;, realize your children may reflect  your own behaviors about church. If you do not enjoy church, do you  really think your children will? What is the conversation about church  like on the way home on Sunday? Do you constantly give disparaging comments  about music/sermon/temperature of the room/announcements/ or do you  slander your fellow church members? Children have a great way of seeing  and reading affections. They typically like what you like and hate what  you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally&lt;/b&gt;, church is to be enjoyed, but  should leave us tired. Let me explain. Our culture of church now seems  to constantly be focused on what ‘I got’ from the service. “I  liked the music.”, “I got a lot out of the sermon.”; “Communion  was nice.” [yes, I have heard ‘nice.’] When we attend church,  we should be ready to worship. We should be desiring to ‘workout’  a little. We sing. We pray. We listen intently. We meditate. We confess.  We share lives. At the end, we should be tired. Go to gym, run a couple  of miles…it is tiring but also very rewarding. Thus the church should  not be placed on the same par as, the Mall, the Movies, a trip to McDonalds,  or Chucky Cheese. Children and Teenagers, need to be told and shown  by parents that the joy of church looks and feels very different than  the ‘lesser joys’ of this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE BOTTOMLINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Share with your child the  difference of church and worldly pleasures. How is church like a good  workout? Resolve in yourself to be the authority of your home, and teach  your children.&amp;nbsp; Fight the urge to stay up late on Saturday. Plan  ahead Sunday mornings, lay out clothes. Set out towels. Set your alarm.  Prevent chaotic Sunday AM. This will put you at peace, and you might  enjoy church more yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-497236882570315331?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/BkzoKj7ggFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/497236882570315331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-kids-dont-like-to-go-to-church-help.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/497236882570315331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/497236882570315331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/BkzoKj7ggFo/my-kids-dont-like-to-go-to-church-help.html" title="My Kids Don't Like to go to Church! Help!" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TTmz774Ng3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iHoIOzPGi8M/s72-c/Bored.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-kids-dont-like-to-go-to-church-help.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCQ349cSp7ImA9Wx9WEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-7388765382484159590</id><published>2011-01-17T18:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:16:02.069+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T18:16:02.069+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Counseling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="US Army Chaplains" /><title>Immediate Counseling.</title><content type="html">Today marked a unique day in my life. I have officially been an Active Duty Army Chaplain for 36 months. Of those 36 months, I also rolled over 20 months deployed. The military Chaplaincy offers a very different approach to ministry. Not only do you shepherd a very small flock most of the time, but you are also a counselor to staff and soldiers within your unit. Counseling sometimes is a formal 'appointment', while more often it tends to be a sitting down in a 'smoke shack' or close seat at chow time, or even a late night knock on the door of my CHU. &lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore to say that I am a formally trained counselor is not really an accurate statement. I like to tell people to think of me as a 'first aid' center on the way to the surgeon, in the realm of counselors. But not to make my job too insignifigant, I have seen many unscheduled "Band Aids" do a great deal of healing. With this in mind, I am wanting to take some of the more common counseling appointments that I have and address them in the same manner I do, in my office. &lt;br /&gt;
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The door to my office is open, you poke your head in...I am sitting there reading a book or Bible...coffee is brewing...you grab a seat, ...I barely move, but smile warmly over the top of the book while sipping the coffee in my World' Best Chaplain cup,..."So, what brings you to my office today?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Email me a question. Let's get started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-7388765382484159590?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/_0DPkgSGOZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/7388765382484159590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/immediate-counseling.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/7388765382484159590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/7388765382484159590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/_0DPkgSGOZo/immediate-counseling.html" title="Immediate Counseling." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2011/01/immediate-counseling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQ30yeCp7ImA9Wx5RFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-1026713233032395458</id><published>2010-08-23T05:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:10:52.390+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-23T05:10:52.390+03:00</app:edited><title>Day 88, Your Church = Your Community.</title><content type="html">The next time you are at your church take a good look around. Do a census in your head? What is the largest population in your church? Is it older people, middle age, or young? What would you say is the poorest family in your church? Who is the richest? What occupations do most people have? What common interest/hobbies are throughout the congregation? Does the spiritual maturity of the congregation move through all the levels or is focused primarily on one focus group, i.e. the 'old guy'? Do you have any ethnic groups in your church? Are there outsiders or rebellious looking people (tattoos, motorcycle, stereotypes) Has anyone in your church recovered from homosexuality, adultery or porn?&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked this for a simple reason. If God has planted a church in a particular region of the country, shouldn't the church be a cross-section of the majority of the people in the culture?&lt;br /&gt;
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Shouldn't you see the same people variety at your church as you would on a common trip to Wal-Mart?&lt;br /&gt;
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We have such a tendency to group with people who look and feel like us. It's natural. I love being around reformed Chaplains/ministers. I love talking about Army deployments and my current video game crazy. I know I am drawn to people who are like me, but is that what I need to be pursuing?&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus ate with sinners. Does your church have room for these people?&lt;br /&gt;
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Does my church in city X, look like a Saturday morning at Wal-mart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-1026713233032395458?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/arv5-Qyf284" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1026713233032395458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-88-your-church-your-community.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/1026713233032395458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/1026713233032395458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/arv5-Qyf284/day-88-your-church-your-community.html" title="Day 88, Your Church = Your Community." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-88-your-church-your-community.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQX06eCp7ImA9Wx5SEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-2024618909773669708</id><published>2010-08-07T06:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T06:48:20.310+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-07T06:48:20.310+03:00</app:edited><title>Day 87, The Waiting is Over.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TFzXRXwqd9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/R2FkTnUc05Y/s1600/DSC02032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TFzXRXwqd9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/R2FkTnUc05Y/s320/DSC02032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After living out of a suitcase for the last 7 weeks, its official. I feel like I am home here in Texas, at least for right now. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, for the recap. On or about the 23rd of June, Jessica and I were contacted by the Chaplain Corp about a new assignment that I was getting here in Fort Hood Texas. I was quite surprised to find out that the Army's understanding of stability was moving from my overseas home in Germany to  Fort Hood, and then deploying in about 30 days after getting settled in. Jessica and I held our breath and looked at the big picture. The big picture is: Chaplain's typically deploy only twice as a Captain, then we go school and wait until we get our Major before launching out again. Therefore, I will get the 2nd deployment completed and then prayerfully come home to enjoy about 2.5-3 years of non-deploying years.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the news, we basically started saying our goodbyes and launched from Germany to Texas. Rented a house. Picked up our new dog, Major. Gave up the PC world and became a MAC family. Bought a guest bed as we wait for our furniture. Now sitting on a bed, A/C on...lab is asleep and Jessica is blogging beside me as well. (I feel home, and thus....THE WAIT IS OVER.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottomline: I don't know how you define what 'home' is. But for the Army family...it truly is not bound to a location or particulars. Its a warm feeling of : "I just ate off of a real plate, and not plastic." ; "I just made it to Wal-mart or the PX w/o using the GPS."; "I know where my unit is."; "I just had a Starbucks and the cashier recognized me from the day before."; "We went to the same church twice, and we are no longer 'looking' for a church."; "Inprocessing is over."; or hear 4 people sing you happy birthday that you didn't know from Adam 2 weeks ago. --kind'a love this life.&lt;br /&gt;
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These things make that , "I am home feeling" come to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-2024618909773669708?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/u7j6v8KiBsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/2024618909773669708/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-87-waiting-is-over.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/2024618909773669708?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/2024618909773669708?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/u7j6v8KiBsY/day-87-waiting-is-over.html" title="Day 87, The Waiting is Over." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TFzXRXwqd9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/R2FkTnUc05Y/s72-c/DSC02032.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-87-waiting-is-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDRnY7eCp7ImA9WxFbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-6017752624609355917</id><published>2010-07-10T15:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:02:57.800+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T15:02:57.800+03:00</app:edited><title>Day 85, Wondering Where COB Speicher?</title><content type="html">Its true. It looks like I am heading to Iraq for part II. I found this video on YOUTUBE that is funny, and is the actual place that I am going downrange. For those of us who have actually seen Iraq, this is pretty stink'n accurate of those FOB's that you long to go to, but never got the chance. Well, this time CH Craven is heading to COB Speicher! (well, atleast I think I am. 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Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-85-wondering-where-cob-speicher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHQnc6fSp7ImA9WxFbF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-8275153188791043403</id><published>2010-07-10T11:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:30:33.915+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T11:30:33.915+03:00</app:edited><title>Day 85, Not Your Grand-Dads Army.</title><content type="html">Just a couple of weeks ago, I did a single soldiers retreat down in Bavaria/Edelweiss. It was another learning experience for me. In the midst of the normal 'taking care of soldiers', I made an observation that may or may not be the complete normal of the Army culture, but definitely was for the group that attended the event.&lt;br /&gt;
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Observations:&lt;br /&gt;
-Out of the 46 that attended the event, over 95% of them were wearing black or dark t-shirts. Of course, the overwhelming majority of them also have tattoos as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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-After discussing values of marriage, the overwhelming majority saw: (1) Family History of your spouse, (2) their personal values/beliefs, as not truly contributing factors on whether or not their relationship was compatible. &lt;br /&gt;
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-Upon dismissing them from most of my sessions, a small majority of them would actually go experience the ALPs, while the rest would have no problem with traversing the 2 mile walk downtown to bars and strip-clubs.&lt;br /&gt;
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-There was absolutely no talking on the bus there and back (6-8 hours one way). Ipods are dawned upon getting on the bus, and exiting like a ritual. The occassional interaction is only done at a smoke-break/bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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- With a little help from the Chaplain, they managed to lessen the GD's and F-bombs while we were at the retreat center.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Bottomline: Now, I serve as a Chaplain to reach these guys with the love and gospel of Jesus. So, I am not saying this negatively, but please read. I believe that respect and support for our military should be highly endorsed, but also fully recognized and understood. Just because a young man/woman wears the military uniform does not constitute a fine citizen. This blind patriotism toward the uniform diminishes the honorable soldiers by lumping all soldiers into one. We operate as a unit in the Army, but we also will be accountable for our individual actions. Thus, saying all are 'heroes' or 'felons' blankets some into categories that I believe are unearned or undeserved. (I hope that makes sense).&lt;br /&gt;
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The first time I saw my "CRAVEN" nametag on my uniform at Fort Jackson, 1998...I filled with pride, and also felt the weight of responsibility to carry that name. On one side of the uniform was my name, the other the US ARMY. I belong to both, I give an answer to both. But, I pray live a life that rightfully deserve the honor that goes with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-8275153188791043403?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/pm9o42ZF0iQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/8275153188791043403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-85-not-your-grand-dads-army.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/8275153188791043403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/8275153188791043403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/pm9o42ZF0iQ/day-85-not-your-grand-dads-army.html" title="Day 85, Not Your Grand-Dads Army." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-85-not-your-grand-dads-army.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DQnw6eyp7ImA9WxFVGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-7757661844254947870</id><published>2010-06-19T23:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:21:13.213+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-19T23:21:13.213+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Keny Kuykendall" /><title>Day 84: Bowling History Made.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TB0mnMnfmqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tkbWfc5DRQA/s1600/bowling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TB0mnMnfmqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tkbWfc5DRQA/s320/bowling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Reporting live from Baumholder, Germany. Last night, Chaplain John L. Craven bowled a historic 203 at Strikers Bowling. A legitimate 203. It is true. I know its hard to imagine such a moment. This very blog clearly validates the event. Let's go live to John's remarks&lt;br /&gt;
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...(static)...ANNOUNCER: [Crowd noise almost deafening] John,...Mr. John Craven...can I get a word from you in response to this historic moment...[horns blowing in the background]&lt;br /&gt;
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John: "Yes,... of course. [being let down from the shoulders of the Mayor of Baumholder, putting down the key to the city.] I know this is hard to imagine and I have much to be thankful for....my mind is just racing...[receives a cold cup of water from COL Matlock]....Thank you sir...you shouldn't have. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ok...[crowd silences and hushes]...&lt;br /&gt;
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I just want to thank all the following people. My dad for all the countless trips to the bowling alley during my youth and grade school years as a celebration for good grades. To all the many countless lock-ins with youth groups that taught me how to bowl in the worst conditions at 4am. To all the many dates through high school and to Kenny Kuykendall for the numerous Senior skip days at Snellville Bowling alley. Finally, to my beautiful wife who has been there to deliver the first true competition and to my new girl...who enjoyed her first game as I delivered such a memorable day! This Day! [The crowd erupts...balloons rise!]&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottomline: Ok it was just a 203! But this is what goes on in a mans head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-7757661844254947870?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/480g7dgu9nk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/7757661844254947870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-84-bowling-history-made.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/7757661844254947870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/7757661844254947870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/480g7dgu9nk/day-84-bowling-history-made.html" title="Day 84: Bowling History Made." /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUL7RFsH0hc/TB0mnMnfmqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tkbWfc5DRQA/s72-c/bowling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-84-bowling-history-made.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYESHk_cCp7ImA9WxFVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386191055470305435.post-1346191906113153146</id><published>2010-06-18T11:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:01:49.748+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-18T11:01:49.748+03:00</app:edited><title>Day 83. My New Position: Daddy</title><content type="html">As you may know the Reformed Chaplain has been dormant for just about 2 months now. My pen has been silent for a reason. On May 3 of this year, Jessica and I became mother and daddy of a beautiful new addition to our family, Angie. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, two full months have just about passed this date. My role as Husband to a spectacular wife has now been further enhanced with a new position: Daddy. At a recent BBQ, I had a good friend ask me: So, how is parenthood? I had to stop for a second and think. &lt;br /&gt;
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My answer: "Well, I think back on my days of being single and then getting married on April 23. I woke up the same. I still drove the same. I still brushed my teeth. Not much 'felt' different, but by the end of the day...I had assumed a new responsibility. I clearly remember looking at my ring on my finger that evening and thinking, "so, now I'm married. Nice." I kind'a felt the same. No major shift in my personality or thinking with Angie. I know that God has prepared me up to this point in order to be a God-glorifying parent. It just fits."&lt;br /&gt;
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I know most people want a colorful and joyous exposition of romanticized lights, sounds and tears of joy. (For that go to my wife's blog, :) ) But for me, my concern was : Will I be a good Dad? Will I be able to adapt to Angie...and vice-versa? &lt;br /&gt;
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All this anxiety is wrapped into one word: Providence. God orchestrates every event in life. Good or Bad for His glory. I know that God shapes my life and is shaping my life right now. The things that I grow anxious about or think are ridiculous, I find myself months or years later, rejoicing in the fact that God prepared me for this or that through those events. Will I be the 'Father's Day Champion' this year, and live a blameless upright life? I doubt it, but I know with faith in Jesus Christ as my provider, I can get pretty darn close. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;THE BOTTOMLINE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, for all you new dads or new 'husbands'...God has equipped you and prepared you to do this 'new position'...don't fret or become anxious about how good you will be or how bad you will be. Follow Christ, ask for His wisdom. Trust his guidance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386191055470305435-1346191906113153146?l=cravencadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~4/lerq0odU_Ew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1346191906113153146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-83-my-new-position-daddy.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/1346191906113153146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386191055470305435/posts/default/1346191906113153146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZSPnM/~3/lerq0odU_Ew/day-83-my-new-position-daddy.html" title="Day 83. My New Position: Daddy" /><author><name>John L. Craven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922739792696899798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cravencadence.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-83-my-new-position-daddy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

