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A guy gets up really early in the
morning to go ice fishing. 
He goes out onto the ice with his tent, his pick
and his fishing rod, and starts to pick at the ice. 
Then he hears a big booming voice: "THERE'S
NO FISH UNDER THE ICE" The guy looks around
and then starts to pick at the ice again. Then he hears the voice again:
"THERE'S NO FISH UNDER THE ICE" 
Now the guy is getting a little edgy. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/6397805440541058450/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=6397805440541058450" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6397805440541058450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6397805440541058450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-life-from-sacrifice.html" title="Living a Life from Sacrifice" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUARnoyfCp7ImA9WhRVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-5880817373694615822</id><published>2012-01-16T13:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:37:27.494-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T13:37:27.494-07:00</app:edited><title>Living a Life from Invitation</title><summary>

I understand that what I am about to do may be a bit of a
deviation from what we have normally come to expect in a sermon time, but
please bear with me. Now that I have your attention; I want you to play a
little word association game with me. I am going to say a word, and I want you
to respond, out-loud, with the first word that comes to mind. I promise no
tricks. There are no right or wrong </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/5880817373694615822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=5880817373694615822" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/5880817373694615822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/5880817373694615822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-life-from-invitation.html" title="Living a Life from Invitation" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGR34_eip7ImA9WhRVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-6867789322914061101</id><published>2012-01-09T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:47:06.042-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T13:47:06.042-07:00</app:edited><title>Baptism</title><summary>

A little girl, about four years old, was sitting up front in
worship one Sunday morning. This happened to work well for her, because it gave
her a great view of the baptism that was taking place that morning. As the
pastor was pouring the water on the baby’s head and saying, “I baptize you in
the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” The little girl
asked out loud, “Daddy,</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/6867789322914061101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=6867789322914061101" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6867789322914061101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6867789322914061101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2012/01/baptism.html" title="Baptism" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICRH89eip7ImA9WhRWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-1739162929689749453</id><published>2012-01-02T10:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:49:25.162-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T10:49:25.162-07:00</app:edited><title>A Wonderful Name</title><summary>

Names matter. Names are important. Do you know the meaning
or the significance behind your name, and why your parents picked that name for
you? Or what about picking the names of your children; what was that experience
like? Hopefully, it was one that was positive and exciting. For us a lot of
care went into the selection of the names we chose for our kids. David was
named for our Pastor and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/1739162929689749453/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=1739162929689749453" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/1739162929689749453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/1739162929689749453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2012/01/wonderful-name.html" title="A Wonderful Name" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DQ307fSp7ImA9WhRWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-6981196463501840812</id><published>2011-12-28T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:41:12.305-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T18:41:12.305-07:00</app:edited><title>Joy to the World</title><summary>

Joy to the world.  The Lord has come. Let earth receive her
king.  Now I don’t know about you, but
this is my favorite Christmas carol.  I love
it.  The picture that is painted by this
song is absolutely awesome.  Joy to the
world.  And it is a joy unlike any
other.  



We experience joy in
different places and in different ways. 
There is the joy of getting a really cool gift under that tree.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/6981196463501840812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=6981196463501840812" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6981196463501840812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6981196463501840812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/12/joy-to-world.html" title="Joy to the World" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMRng5fip7ImA9WhRXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-5106622399501599209</id><published>2011-12-19T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:41:27.626-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T07:41:27.626-07:00</app:edited><title>Surprise</title><summary>

How do you feel about surprises? By now you know me well
enough that a question like that at the beginning of a sermon might make you a
little nervous. But I promise I have nothing up my sleeve. It is a simple
straightforward question. How do you feel about surprises? 



Perhaps that all depends on the surprise itself, doesn’t it?
I mean if you get a surprise bill in the mail I don’t think </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/5106622399501599209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=5106622399501599209" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/5106622399501599209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/5106622399501599209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/12/surprise.html" title="Surprise" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACSXY7eCp7ImA9WhRQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-3118760750339162097</id><published>2011-12-13T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:29:28.800-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T09:29:28.800-07:00</app:edited><title>Always? Really?</title><summary>

 “Rejoice always, pray
without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God
in Christ Jesus for you.” 



Rejoice always. Really? Yeah, right. I mean come on Paul.
Really? Rejoice Always? I mean isn’t it more realistic to say rejoice most of
the time? That would be hard enough. But always? I just don’t know about that.
What do you think? Do you rejoice always? There </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/3118760750339162097/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=3118760750339162097" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/3118760750339162097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/3118760750339162097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/12/always-really.html" title="Always? Really?" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECQ3c_eyp7ImA9WhRQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-3543377280348121002</id><published>2011-12-05T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:24:22.943-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T13:24:22.943-07:00</app:edited><title>What do we do with John?</title><summary>

Legend has it, that the Russian czar Rudolf the Great, was at home one evening looking
out his living room window. As he was gazing at the countryside, he noticed
that it had begun to rain. “Look, honey.” He said to his wife. “It’s beginning
to rain.” She replied, “What are you talking about? That’s snow.” Being the
wise man that he was, he quickly suggested that they go outside to determine
</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/3543377280348121002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=3543377280348121002" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/3543377280348121002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/3543377280348121002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-we-do-with-john.html" title="What do we do with John?" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMSHo5eSp7ImA9WhRRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-3195637598099949640</id><published>2011-11-28T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:53:09.421-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T11:53:09.421-07:00</app:edited><title>Hope-Filled Waiting</title><summary>

Waiting is not much fun. No one really likes to wait all
that much. I mean who comes home from a trip to Disney or Cedar Point and says,
“Oh man. It was awesome. We did so much waiting. The insanely long lines were
the best part.” No one says that. No one thinks like that, unless you are
afraid of the rides. But for the most part we don’t like to wait.
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A lady went to the pet story looking for an animal to
welcome into her home. She looked through all the different kinds of animals,
but her heart was caught by a parrot. It was a beautiful bird and she knew
immediately that this was the perfect pet. But when she told the clerk that she
wanted to buy the bird he refused to sell it to her. “I’m sorry ma’am. But the
bird use to belong to a sailor </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/74184720911450859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=74184720911450859" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/74184720911450859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/74184720911450859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html" title="Happy Thanksgiving!" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UCSXs9eyp7ImA9WhRSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-8221435440742847366</id><published>2011-11-15T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:54:28.563-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T06:54:28.563-07:00</app:edited><title>4 Important Lessons</title><summary>

Just this past week I have officially begun my research for
my doctor of ministry thesis project.  As
I have been reflecting on this I realized that in my thirty-three years of life
I have spent all but eight of them in school. Spending that much time in class
rooms will give one plenty of opportunities to learn some really cool stuff. 

I have learned a lot of wonderful things in seminary. But</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/8221435440742847366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=8221435440742847366" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/8221435440742847366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/8221435440742847366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/11/4-important-lessons.html" title="4 Important Lessons" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGQnw_fCp7ImA9WhRTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-2704666436775162212</id><published>2011-11-08T08:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:18:43.244-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T08:18:43.244-07:00</app:edited><title>Happy All Saints Day</title><summary>

This weekend is All Saints weekend.  This is like the Memorial Day for the church.
It is a day of remembrance, it is a day of celebration, it is a day of
thanksgiving. It is a time to give thanks to God for those people that have
been important in our lives and in the life of the church throughout time.  Some saints have their own day, Saint Peter, Saint
Mary, Saint Augustine, but for those who</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/2704666436775162212/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=2704666436775162212" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/2704666436775162212?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/2704666436775162212?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-all-saints-day.html" title="Happy All Saints Day" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHQn08fSp7ImA9WhRTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-4396872012792887234</id><published>2011-10-31T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:07:13.375-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T09:07:13.375-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy Reformation!</title><summary>

Happy reformation! Sometimes, things just don’t work the way
that they are supposed to. Do you know what I mean? You buy a car. Everything
is going well for a while. But at some point the gas mileage isn’t as good.
Maybe you begin to hear some new and interesting noises. The engine needs some
work. It needs a tune up to get it back in good working order.



You buy a computer. Everything works </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/4396872012792887234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=4396872012792887234" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/4396872012792887234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/4396872012792887234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-reformation.html" title="Happy Reformation!" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHSXg8cSp7ImA9WhdaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-7931838016297902398</id><published>2011-10-24T07:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:15:38.679-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T07:15:38.679-06:00</app:edited><title>A Place for Love: what we do</title><summary>

Did you catch it in there? If you weren’t careful you would
have missed it? It wasn’t quite a “where’s Waldo” kind of a thing, but it
almost could have been. I mean it was right there in the midst of a bunch of
rules. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. It’s easy to hear that and begin to drift
off into another place. So if that happened. You might have missed it. But it
was there. It was really </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/7931838016297902398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=7931838016297902398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/7931838016297902398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/7931838016297902398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/10/place-for-love-what-we-do.html" title="A Place for Love: what we do" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AEQH44eyp7ImA9WhdbGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-657759575188356234</id><published>2011-10-17T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T08:28:21.033-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T08:28:21.033-06:00</app:edited><title>A Place for Faith: what moves us</title><summary>

Faith Lutheran Church: a place for life. That is what we
are. A place for hope; hope is what we hold onto. A place for faith; faith is
what moves us. Today, our series on life in the vineyard continues with a look
at and discussion on what it means to be a place for faith. A good place to
start then it is to talk about what faith is and looks like.



A man finds himself on the roof of his </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/657759575188356234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=657759575188356234" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/657759575188356234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/657759575188356234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/10/place-for-faith-what-moves-us.html" title="A Place for Faith: what moves us" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUASHw_cSp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-6984175571357423421</id><published>2011-10-10T07:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:27:29.249-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T07:27:29.249-06:00</app:edited><title>A Place for Hope: what we hold on to</title><summary>

Which one are you? Are you an optimist? Or are you a
pessimist? Two friends were out hunting. One of the friends, the optimist, was
excited to show off his new hunting dog. This dog could actually walk on water.
Instead of trying to convince his friend, who was a pessimist, that the dog
could walk on water, he decided not to say anything and to simply let the dog’s
actions speak for themselves.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/6984175571357423421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=6984175571357423421" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6984175571357423421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/6984175571357423421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/10/place-for-hope-what-we-hold-on-to.html" title="A Place for Hope: what we hold on to" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINRnY5eyp7ImA9WhdUFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-3179969613366537760</id><published>2011-10-03T06:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:56:37.823-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T06:56:37.823-06:00</app:edited><title>Life in the Vineyard - What We Are</title><summary>

My dad is not pastor. Although growing up I did hear a fair
amount of preaching from him. So I guess that kind of qualifies him as an
expert on preaching.  When he knew that I
got accepted into seminary he shared with me the three keys to the perfect
sermon. The first key is to have a good solid beginning. The second key is to
have a good solid ending. The third key is to have the two as close </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/3179969613366537760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=3179969613366537760" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/3179969613366537760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/3179969613366537760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-in-vineyard-what-we-are.html" title="Life in the Vineyard - What We Are" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDQXw_eip7ImA9WhdUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-8714251898794526098</id><published>2011-09-26T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:39:30.242-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T10:39:30.242-06:00</app:edited><title>The Parable of the Two Sons</title><summary>

Well, I certainly did not intend for it to be this way, but
it kind of ended up like it. So I must apologize. I have to begin this sermon
with one more pop quiz. It really is fitting though in light of the text. OK.
Ready here we go.  1). Why do noses run
and feet smell? 2).If the little black box on airplanes always survives the
crash, why don’t they just make the entire plane out of it? 3). </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/8714251898794526098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=8714251898794526098" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/8714251898794526098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/8714251898794526098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/09/parable-of-two-sons.html" title="The Parable of the Two Sons" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQng4fyp7ImA9WhdVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-6587852246824173733</id><published>2011-09-18T20:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:19:03.637-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-18T20:19:03.637-06:00</app:edited><title>The Parable of the Laborers in the Vineyard</title><summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
  
 
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    Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/feeds/8804467677428040970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040079576999788809&amp;postID=8804467677428040970" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/8804467677428040970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040079576999788809/posts/default/8804467677428040970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://prcj.blogspot.com/2011/08/picture-4-jesus-calls-us-to-follow-him.html" title="Picture 4 - Jesus Calls Us to Follow Him" /><author><name>CJ Ransdell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107491278205204730725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aIEGeo7OJpM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/j6ApUO_3-fY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENSXg9eyp7ImA9WhdXEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040079576999788809.post-8096507156001877948</id><published>2011-08-22T13:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:51:38.663-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T13:51:38.663-06:00</app:edited><title>Picture 3 - Jesus is the Christ</title><summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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