<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2024 21:01:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>6254_1179784144628_1528899120_30467963_1419829_s.jpg</category><category>I</category><title>Speak On It...</title><description>Sharing in the Revolution Of God...</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-6696021742396082361</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T21:48:58.577-04:00</atom:updated><title>Final Attempt</title><description>Here&#39;s the thing.  I&#39;m trying to make a comeback!  It&#39;s going to be hard!  Who&#39;s with me?</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-attempt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-1726707665194693769</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T15:25:20.286-04:00</atom:updated><title>For Such A Time As This...</title><description>Now before I go any further, I have to tell you that if you want drama and intrigue, hero and villain action, and some of the best reality television you will ever read, you have to read the entire Book Of Esther.  Honestly it’s probably best for you to go read it before you finish reading this post…  (Pages Turning)&lt;br /&gt;Okay… so after reading Esther you remember this famous statement offered by Mordecai when he says “And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?&quot; (Esther 4:14)  I recently shared this story in my community at Fieldstone and was reminded of how powerful this moment is in Esther’s life directly affects our life if we are willing to realize that we have been called “for such a time as this.”  &lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to get this twisted and think that we have to be willing to sacrifice our lives like Esther did, but then again maybe that’s exactly what this passage is about.  I mean here’s what I’m thinking… From a Christian perspective we hear and read scripture that says, we can actually be transformed into a “new creation”, but we have to be willing to let go of the old way of doing life and take on the Way (read Jesus) and live a life of unconditional love and service. (2nd Corinthians 5:17)&lt;br /&gt;Now take a breath and think about that for a second.  What I’m getting at is a real acknowledgement of another way of living and responding to life.  Regardless of our approach to faith we can all acknowledge that we find ourselves in daily living that calls on us to make real time decisions that actually affect others and have serious implications.  &lt;br /&gt;You and I were made for such a time as this.  Right now, you have the opportunity to directly bring help, hope, love and peace into someone’s reality.  Right now, you have the opportunity to step into someone’s hurt and brokenness and bring healing and wholeness.  Right now you have the opportunity to bring light into darkness.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know what you’re thinking.  What is he talking about?  Those words don’t seem to truly speak to my situation or into my specific relationship.  Well, here we go…&lt;br /&gt;Do no harm.  Think about the people in your life that harm like family, friends, co-workers etc.  Do Good.  What are some real ways that you can do good with those people?  What are some ways you can do good for creation?  What are ways you can do good for your neighbor?  (Based on John Wesley’s General Rules)&lt;br /&gt;We were made for such a time as this.  With the amount of bad happening in our community don’t you think we can actually start doing some good?  Don’t you think we were made for such a time as this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On THAT!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-such-time-as-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-2814953590316493152</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T06:38:32.345-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts...</title><description>Here’s the reality… We live in a politically correct climate that trend itself toward polarizing conversations and bureaucratic nightmares.  For people of faith in the midst of this climate it seems we often find ourselves at a crossroads.  If I go Left it means this or if I go Right it must mean this.  &lt;br /&gt;We make our mark in the sand with blue and red while pledging allegiance and loyalty to party.   Look at every major issue that people discuss and ask yourself this question, “Which party defines you?”  That answer writes itself into the fabric of our daily living.  And as we live, people are reading what we are writing, that’s for sure.  And they are wondering how or even if following Jesus really even matters. &lt;br /&gt;What if instead of going Right or Left we went into the middle or maybe even a third way?  What if we found the “via media” or middle way as John Wesley called it and in finding that middle way, actually found a “razor sharp, cut-glass” imagery and understanding of Jesus Christ?  (Jesus Manifesto)   &lt;br /&gt;I believe that if we found that third way we would be given new eyes for seeing, a deeper understanding, and transformational information regarding the answers that are writing themselves into the fabric of our lives.  I’m pressing myself and hopefully those reading, to dig deeper into the pursuit of following Jesus with total allegiance, sold out for the author of my life.  Dude, this is what’s up!  &lt;br /&gt;“You and I are meant to be living epistles—that is, “Jesus Manifestos” – in our world.  Cities set on a hill. Salt and light” (Jesus Manifesto)     What are we writing?  &lt;br /&gt;The community of faith we share in at Fieldstone has a responsibility to teach others about Jesus.  We need to learn more about what Jesus thought, how Jesus loved and how might change what the world is reading.  Oh man! I don’t want to miss the opportunity to help someone see Jesus.  This is the most important thing.  Why would we keep the blessing a secret?  &lt;br /&gt;The world is hurting friends.  Our friends and family and the people we see from day to day are hurting.  Why won’t we help them see?   What else do we need to do to make sure another student doesn’t walk into another school with loaded ammunition?   How many more people are going to come to our door looking for enough food for the rest of the week?  How many people are going to miss helping this year through SPY (Summer Project Youth)?    The list goes on and on…&lt;br /&gt;So let’s help others see Jesus and let’s follow the Way of Jesus knowing that in doing just that, others will be loved and we will help Heaven come down here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On It!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-4754864497475099978</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-29T16:10:17.875-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Mess Of Jesus</title><description>“Lord, we acknowledge that we have made a mess of what Jesus started.  We affirm that we are wrong and Jesus is right.  We choose not to defend what we have done and what we have become.  We understand that many good Christians will not want to participate in our quest, and we will welcome their charitable critique.  We acknowledge that we have created many Christianities up to this point, and they call fro reassessment and, in many cases, repentance.  We choose to seek a better path into the future that the one we have been on.  We desire to be born again as disciples of Jesus Christ.  Now grant us wisdom and guide us in our quest, and created something new and beautiful in and among us for the good of all creation and to your glory, Living God” (A New Kind Of Christianity, McLaren, 25). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we truly do make a mess of what Jesus started.  Sometimes we water it down just enough to kinda follow Jesus don’t we?  Sometimes we open the playground of the mind wide open and allow other gods to come in and effectively take ownership.  Sometimes we put our own agenda on Jesus so that he looks a little more like us and in those moments of messing with the real Jesus that we begin to move farther away from what Jesus has truly called us to do and who Jesus has called us to be.  At least that’s what I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently reading The Christ Of The Indian Road, by E. Stanley Jones and he talks about the travels to America around 1620, on the Mayflower and the “good ship ‘Jesus’ was in the slave trade” (The Christ Of The Indian Road, Jones, 16).  Jones goes on to talk about a mess of Christianity build on prejudice.   A mess of what Jesus started.  &lt;br /&gt;When I first came to Fieldstone people talked and shared their hopes and understanding of a place where we could really follow Jesus.  The time is upon us friends to distinguish between modern/western Christianity and focus only on the person and work of Jesus the Christ.  My personal prayer is that we all focus more on the Christ.  May we come to a deeper understanding of Jesus and his teaching.  And may we actually be a community of faith that cleans up the mess so others might see Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak on It...</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2010/04/mess-of-jesus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-2318920624917004971</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T14:28:06.856-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Best...</title><description>So as I was trying to find some boots for this snow to come I was listening to Mercy Me’s Christmas album, which happens to be one of my favorites ever!  They have some really cool arrangements of some classic songs like Silent Night, Angels We Have Heard on High and the most classic O Holy Night.  But the one song that I really dig is The Little Drummer Boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s basically like you remember with all the pa rum pum pum pum’s, and what not, but then it goes into this killer bridge that gives the song a whole new life and causes me to rethink how I’m living my life before Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;“Shall I play for you? Shall I play for you?  Mary looked at me and nodded the ox and lamb kept time, oh I played my drum for him, I played my best for Christ… I played my best for Christ.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I played my best for Christ?  That’s when it hit me.  &lt;br /&gt;Have I done my best to serve Christ?  Have a done my best to love others the same way God loves me?  Have I done my best serving the people of Fieldstone?  Have I done best offering everything I have to God?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we journey closer to the manger this year, as we come bringing gifts, I pray that we all “play our best for Christ.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Much Love &amp; Christmas Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Speak On That!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-best.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-3281886125035963232</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T21:48:57.322-05:00</atom:updated><title>TEll IT....</title><description>A couple of weeks ago we started throwing out this idea that God Is Not Done and God is still actually working in the hearts and minds of people all around.  I have already seen in the past couple of weeks that God is still raising the dead. &lt;br /&gt;As we journey closer to the manger, I can’t help but be drawn to new life.  Now, I know that I’m grown up, have more grey hair than most and probably a little cantankerous/difficult at times.  And yet, even for me, I have the opportunity to enter into something very new as I consider the ways God is moving. &lt;br /&gt;I guess what I mean to say is that God can still do something within me but I have to be willing. &lt;br /&gt;Are you willing? &lt;br /&gt;I believe an emphasis of Christmas falls on the spirit of willingness to receive the gift offered in and through Jesus Christ.  Are you willing to receive freedom?  Are you willing to forgive?  Are you willing to grow up and take responsibility?  Are you willing to love even in those moments that hurt you the most?  Are you willing to listen?  Are you willing to risk your reputation for following God?  Ask Mary and Joseph.  They did.   &lt;br /&gt;This year God is looking to give a gift of life.  Are we ready?  Are we willing to say yes? &lt;br /&gt;What if we did?  What if we actually bought into the spirit and willingness of Christmas?  What if we actually loved harder than anyone else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak on That!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-1804099204710861256</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T12:04:18.752-05:00</atom:updated><title>Magic?</title><description>So basically our nighttime routine is like this.  After teeth are brushed, flushed the toilet for the last time, Lori and I read a couple of books, take some time to pray and then one of us will lay with him for a couple of minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he wants Lori to read to him and then me to lay with him and during that time I hear all kinds of things from Kindergarten Drama, the next level of LEGO Star Wars all covered with various noises that little boys make in the midst of conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night though, things were a little different.  Jackson just blurted out, “Believe is a Christmas word dad!”  He kept on going by saying, “we need to believe in the magic of Santa!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I wanted to say something like, “Well, Jackson you know that the reason for the season is Jesus and blah, blah, blah.” But I didn’t.  I listened.  He asked me if I believed in the magic?  Because if you don’t believe in the magic then you don’t believe in Santa.  That’s when I had that Polar Express moment.  &lt;br /&gt;Jackson believes right now in something bigger than himself.  He believes in something that is magical, something that changes circumstances, brings joy and laughter, filled with hope and expectation.  Right now he believes. &lt;br /&gt;Do we?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not suggesting we believe in magic.  Hello! But I am suggesting that we believe in something bigger that brings joy and hope, filled with expectation.  Do we still believe?  Are we right now, all grown up, paying bills and dealing with adult things that we don’t have time to believe in the greatest story still being told?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continue through the season of Advent, moving toward the manger I’m asking you to believe again.  I’m asking you to believe in the power of prayer.  I’m asking you to believe in the reality of forgiveness and peace.  I’m asking you to believe in the power of community and the power of a servant king born on the outskirts of town in the middle of controversy.  &lt;br /&gt;Do you still believe?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On That!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/12/magic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-1768319113297741376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T22:11:34.178-05:00</atom:updated><title>Phone Calls...</title><description>Tonight I talked to a former student of mine from back in the day.  I was his youth pastor about eight years ago, (yes for me that’s back in the day) and he was talking about his upcoming wedding next September.  I will have the privilege of sharing in that moment next year, but the phone call really hit me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was in the middle of writing this note, so it put me behind.  Second, I have a boatload of work to do in the next two days.  Thirdly, my head is full of a stupid cold and hasn’t made my last 24 hours great.  What about you?  Aren’t you there?  Many of us are making plans to cook turkeys or veggie delights to prepare for the trademarked “Turkey Coma” (Thanks Mary Devon).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting crazier by the moment, everybody is busy, everybody has something else to do on their list including this note, so I’ll wrap it up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving into the season of Advent, a marked Holy Time, set apart not to prepare our homes, but to prepare our hearts and souls for the coming of Jesus in Triumph!  Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to put up my tree, and I’m going to eat my share of Christmas cookies, but this season of Advent is like the call of an old friend, happening to take your mind and heart to another place for a time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in that place away from all the hustle and bustle that you and I are already sharing in to make a point to share in what God has in store for us this year.  God is not done friends. God is not done.  &lt;br /&gt;So take that phone call, sit at the table a little longer, laugh out loud, get on the floor and read to your kids, forgive someone, remember the poor, and whatever it is that interrupts your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you and your family have blessed Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak ON That!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/11/phone-calls_23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-3252350178188211514</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T22:11:28.255-05:00</atom:updated><title>Phone Calls...</title><description>Tonight I talked to a former student of mine from back in the day.  I was his youth pastor about eight years ago, (yes for me that’s back in the day) and he was talking about his upcoming wedding next September.  I will have the privilege of sharing in that moment next year, but the phone call really hit me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was in the middle of writing this note, so it put me behind.  Second, I have a boatload of work to do in the next two days.  Thirdly, my head is full of a stupid cold and hasn’t made my last 24 hours great.  What about you?  Aren’t you there?  Many of us are making plans to cook turkeys or veggie delights to prepare for the trademarked “Turkey Coma” (Thanks Mary Devon).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting crazier by the moment, everybody is busy, everybody has something else to do on their list including this note, so I’ll wrap it up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving into the season of Advent, a marked Holy Time, set apart not to prepare our homes, but to prepare our hearts and souls for the coming of Jesus in Triumph!  Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to put up my tree, and I’m going to eat my share of Christmas cookies, but this season of Advent is like the call of an old friend, happening to take your mind and heart to another place for a time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in that place away from all the hustle and bustle that you and I are already sharing in to make a point to share in what God has in store for us this year.  God is not done friends. God is not done.  &lt;br /&gt;So take that phone call, sit at the table a little longer, laugh out loud, get on the floor and read to your kids, forgive someone, remember the poor, and whatever it is that interrupts your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you and your family have blessed Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak ON That!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/11/phone-calls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-994830837274034964</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T20:45:37.653-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tell IT....</title><description>So here&#39;s the thing.  I stink at keeping this thing consistent.  I need some help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in case you are not going to help, I&#39;m just going to write, write, write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter today to a friend in jail.  She&#39;s in prison for whatever reason, you know how one things leads to another.  It&#39;s taken me a while to write, I&quot;m not sure why, other than like most things, we say, I&#39;ll get to it later.  But I kept getting convicted about it.  Finally with some prodding from the Holy Spirit, I finished it and it&#39;s getting in the mail.  And as I&#39;m thinking about it, it was one of those moments when I actually felt like I was doing something faithful.  I actually felt like I was doing something that was kingdom-ish.  Dude, how many times have I not done that?  How many times have I neglected my responsibility as a follower of Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are moving into Christ The King Sunday, and Jesus says in John 18:37, &quot;For this I came into the world (to  inaugurate a world of peace and fellowship, of justice and respect for other people’s rights, of love for God and for one another) to testify to the truth.&quot;  Speaking of truth, I can&#39;t help but think that you and I need to spend time finding ways to do that.  If Christ is the King of me, it&#39;s time for me to serve my king right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak ON THAT!  Peace</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-7953160473497985511</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T10:27:44.390-04:00</atom:updated><title>Just A Thought...</title><description>C.S. Lewis wrote, “I may repeat “do as you would be done by’ (Do unto others as you would have them do unto you) till I am black in the face, but I cannot really carry it out till I love my neighbour as myself: and I cannot learn to love my neighbour as myself till I learn to love God; and I cannot learn to love God except by learning to obey Him” (Mere Christianity, 87).   (BTW, I know neighbor is spelled differently)&lt;br /&gt;And so begins the ultimate struggle between what I want to do and what God wants me to do. I’ve been truly dealing and wrestling with that for more than a minute as I continue on this journey with God.  When we initially hear the word “obey” it’s like STOP!  Nobody move…nobody get’s hurt.  This is almost as contentious as a Health Care Debate.  For some, there is this automatic push that fights obeying just because it’s not what I “want” to do.  But what does it really mean to “obey” God?  &lt;br /&gt;Well it can’t mean cowering down to a vengeful God.  That’s not going to work.  It can’t mean forcing others to do anything they don’t want to do.  That’s not going to work.  It can’t mean scaring people into places where they believe.  That’s totally not going to work, and honestly I think that’s so far away from where God is that it’s borderline psycho.  But it does mean, that if we really love God like we say we love God, then we live our lives a way that reflects that love of God.  &lt;br /&gt;Obedience to what God says.  Forgiveness matters.  Integrity matters.  Justice and mercy matter.  Hope matters.  Hugs matter (okay it doesn’t say that exactly but you get the point).  Grace matters.  &lt;br /&gt;The way we begin to understand those ideas is for us to be invested and involved deeper day after day.  Lewis is suggesting that in order for us to grow in faith and understanding we have dig deeper into the service of God’s people.  We have to open ourselves up to the celebration and worship of a present God and we have to open our hearts and minds to the study of God’s word through small groups and spiritual formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On That!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-4470907818191540153</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T21:40:30.992-04:00</atom:updated><title>Last week...</title><description>So here’s the thing… Two crazy/weird God things happened last week in my little world.  The first one, is more comical that not, but it started me thinking about church….&lt;br /&gt;I was in Roanoke at the COX cable building about to do some filming for a commercial to air this fall or around Christmas (Don’t worry, I totally embarrassed myself) and I had to go to the bathroom.  I turned on and noticed the toilet sit was left up.  Okay, stay with me here.  I figured, that’s one less thing I have to do and then I noticed it, plain as day under the toilet seat, the word CHURCH.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, my wife informed me that CHURCH did make toilets but this was surprise to me.  I was unaware.  It was a totally God moment though, because it reminded me of where the church really is.  It’s not completely at 3385 North Franklin Street.  It is in fact in those places that we sometimes least expect it, and definitely in those places where you don’t want to go.  &lt;br /&gt;If the church really happens outside of the “church” then there has to be something that we are learning inside the “church” right?  Every moment of most days you are I are learning something new.  Whether it’s through the latest Tweet, or most recent text, we are gathering some new information that teaches us.  &lt;br /&gt;Sooo…. The way I see it, the church has gotten a bad rap.  Because the church has gotten knocked around and because the church has wrongfully knocked around others, we need to bring holy back.  We need to bring holy, set apart to serve, back and we need to bring real, in the places you don’t want to go love back, so the people of God might say the same thing that Jackson told me on Wednesday morning when he said, last night Jesus held his hand while he was sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak on It!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-934668362826322331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T16:13:49.590-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">6254_1179784144628_1528899120_30467963_1419829_s.jpg</category><title>Still Got It...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ei4Ksj1UsMcpg4rHcF752tafX2kN6_PGTxsQWlucHIIAQg6vzYx2sGpA7_9NIAlzs_9ycsadK8a9tbTe7gjSSAVuTuE82z8yd06HlidouYQykTcYaRlbMI7DnlAWCcKtiPI6URctZejB/s1600-h/6254_1179784144628_1528899120_30467963_1419829_s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ei4Ksj1UsMcpg4rHcF752tafX2kN6_PGTxsQWlucHIIAQg6vzYx2sGpA7_9NIAlzs_9ycsadK8a9tbTe7gjSSAVuTuE82z8yd06HlidouYQykTcYaRlbMI7DnlAWCcKtiPI6URctZejB/s400/6254_1179784144628_1528899120_30467963_1419829_s.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373996788772221394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from this weekend...More to follow about the story.  This is my crew from high-school 15 years later!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak on that!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-got-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ei4Ksj1UsMcpg4rHcF752tafX2kN6_PGTxsQWlucHIIAQg6vzYx2sGpA7_9NIAlzs_9ycsadK8a9tbTe7gjSSAVuTuE82z8yd06HlidouYQykTcYaRlbMI7DnlAWCcKtiPI6URctZejB/s72-c/6254_1179784144628_1528899120_30467963_1419829_s.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-4588141595474545819</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T20:39:43.091-04:00</atom:updated><title>I almost forgot...</title><description>I have dear friends who actually read this blog.  I know, I&#39;m surprised as well.  Amanda Garber and Lisa Dockins, I&#39;m actually thinking of making a real blogging comeback.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak on It!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-almost-forgot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-5037585191465522552</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T20:38:26.583-04:00</atom:updated><title>First Day....</title><description>&lt;meta name=&quot;Title&quot; content=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;meta name=&quot;Keywords&quot; content=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;meta equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot; content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot;&gt; &lt;meta name=&quot;ProgId&quot; content=&quot;Word.Document&quot;&gt; &lt;meta name=&quot;Generator&quot; content=&quot;Microsoft Word 2008&quot;&gt; &lt;meta name=&quot;Originator&quot; content=&quot;Microsoft Word 2008&quot;&gt; &lt;link rel=&quot;File-List&quot; 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 &lt;/span&gt;Yeah…we cried a little.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So now, for our family there is a new adventure.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I’m being honest, I’m a little overwhelmed with trying to understand the ramifications of what this day really means for our future.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not getting crazy, here, but his life and the life of our family will be very different from here on.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This experience will form and transform Jackson and all of us over time.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I just hope he doesn’t get sent to the principles office the first week, because then there will really be some transforming going on!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Of course it will be exciting, breathtaking, exhausting, crushing, difficult, and life- altering from moment to moment.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And each day will be different.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I’m ready.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then again, if we don’t move forward, where are going to go?&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tomorrow you will have another day before you.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You will probably get into your car, go to work, hang out or do whatever you do, just like you’ve done a thousand times before.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what if anything will cause your day or our life to be different?&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What will transform you?&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not really a cynic, but I don’t think the most recent healthcare debate, or just because Hokie football is upon us we will really, I mean really be transformed by either.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But Jesus will.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Your boy Paul wrote to the church in Corinth and he said “anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!” (2 Cor. 5:17).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Once we start getting serious about that one statement, things become very different in our life.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t mean we don’t fall down, or get dirty sometimes, because life is difficult.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hello!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT…it does mean that because I’m a new person, with the power of Christ working in me, and I’m trying to live my life as Jesus modeled (surrendered, and full of love) then when I get on that bus tomorrow morning I’ve got the strength to live and the strength to love…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Each of us has another moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Speak on It! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-6530139039431822617</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T21:22:15.371-04:00</atom:updated><title>Haters...</title><description>You know what bothers me.  Haters.  Sometimes when I&#39;m hanging out, people try to hate!  It&#39;s funny how everyone seems to think that they are comedians, when in fact they are haters.  Now, you may be wondering how I could be so cruel.  Don&#39;t read too much into this rant.  It&#39;s just for fun and to ensure some friends, (aka Lisa) that I still know how to post a blog.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak On That!  &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/07/haters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-1494282630397058266</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T15:58:26.799-04:00</atom:updated><title>More than breakfast...</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 21px; &quot;&gt;So this morning I was eating breakfast (imagine that) with our men&#39;s bible study at a local restaurant when all of a sudden it happened…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;We had really finished breakfast but there were three of us still hanging out for a little conversation.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stood up and moved to the side and before I knew it, the three of us had completely blocked the aisle.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we talked for a couple of minutes with seemingly no issue.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The place was just about empty when all of a sudden one of the waitresses stopped and gave us a “slap you in the mouth look.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;She said, “Do you think you are at home?” “You think you can just sit all around here wherever/however you want?” We all three replied “No ma’am,” and quickly moved back around the table to continue our conversation.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;Over the course of the day I’ve considered two ways of interpreting this event.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I go any deeper here…let me say, I’m cool with what she said, actually even how she said it, but it does bring to mind some possible thoughts to consider in relation to the church.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;She didn’t hold back in telling the truth.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s refreshing actually.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes in the church we hide behind the truth don’t we?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What keeps us from speaking the truth in love? &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana&quot;&gt;(Ephesians 4:14-16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;Probably afraid to lose members, upset the apple cart or some other dumb reason…but still we stop.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;Or maybe people aren’t ready to hear the truth?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could it be?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;Speak On It!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-than-breakfast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-5311792684302607303</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T18:55:10.728-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I</category><title>Okay...</title><description>I know I&#39;m a total dork and I&#39;m tremendously behind on posts...  So in light of that I&#39;m going to try just a little harder.  Okay, maybe.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime check out the interpreter magazine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://w&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.interpretermagazine.org/interior.asp?ptid=43&amp;amp;mid=13435&quot;&gt;ww.interpretermagazine.org/interior.asp?ptid=43&amp;amp;mid=13435&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak On It.... Peace&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-42820643521709523</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 21:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T17:45:11.180-04:00</atom:updated><title>Veggie...</title><description>So I know I&#39;m delinquent in posting.  Thanks for the heads up Mandi!  I want to ease back in to this thing.  I wanted the world to know that for breakfast this morning I had a veggie omelette! From my perspective I was quite pleased.  It truly did fill me up.  Maybe I should eat more veggies....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak On It.... &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/03/veggie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-6399627261258881737</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-13T20:33:23.173-05:00</atom:updated><title>Pretty Sweet....</title><description>So tonight, Jackson asked me if God was giving out Valentines.  He said “Could God just drop them out from the sky?”  I started thinking about that and as he looked at me, I couldn’t help but feel the power of the Holy Spirit.  I told him that “you are God’s Valentine Jackson, and how you live your life is love.”  So then Jackson says, “When we give our Valentine away, then we really give God away, right dad?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was blown away.  We talked a little more about it and the more we talked the deeper we went.  When we give somebody a Valentines Day card they feel good and feel the love.  So when we give ourselves away, we are giving God away and people begin to feel God’s love.  That’s pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a sweet Valentine’s Day and Give some love away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On It!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-6010005731555184838</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T10:02:23.785-05:00</atom:updated><title>Most Recent Headline....</title><description>Okay, I&#39;m trying to get consistent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to do it this week, and I tried really hard to stay away from it, but I can’t help but comment on the most famous Olympian of our era, and superstar Michael Phelps. If you haven’t heard I just bring you up to speed…&lt;br /&gt;Phelps was at a party, somebody took a picture of him smoking marijuana and now the media, International Olympic Committee, and tons of households around the world are debating the most recent picture of a fallen hero. &lt;br /&gt;So here’s the thing, I’m not going to bash Phelps, I think he’s got enough of that happening.  I’m not going to suggest that it’s okay to smoke weed because of “youthfulness” or because of pressure.  Who doesn’t have pressure?  So we find ourselves in a peculiar spot. &lt;br /&gt;As I think about this story, I find two responses that have been running over and over in my mind this week.  First, “Who hasn’t made a mistake?”  I mean, how many stupid things have we done that if people saw them captured on a cell phone and ending up on Facebook somewhere wouldn’t question our integrity or character?  We need to be careful when or if we start condemning people.  That’s what Jesus was getting at when he called out the Pharisees and others when they caught a woman in adultery.  (John 8:1-11)  Are you ready to cast the first stone? &lt;br /&gt;The second piece of this that fills my mind rests on the amount of stock we put into other people.  I’m not suggesting we can’t love, respect and admire others, but in many ways we make them like a “god” with power that goes beyond the realm of human possibility.  Where does Jesus fit into this?   Are we pouring ourselves into Jesus as much as we pour into Phelps, Obama or the most recent headline? &lt;br /&gt;In order for us to continue to grow and change, and transform the world, we have to be willing to look to Jesus.  He will never fail us.  He will never be found online in any questionable photo.  He will never leave us.  He will never sell us out for another bong hit.  He will never ask us for more than he’s already given us. &lt;br /&gt;This Jesus is mighty to save and is ready for us to believe in the one who will never fail us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On It!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-recent-headline.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-1633137609549832770</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T15:24:28.715-05:00</atom:updated><title>Trying To Get Back in the Saddle....Starting with John</title><description>Over the past couple of days I’ve been reading the Gospel of John.  It’s one on the four Gospels and has always been one of my favorites.  Within the first chapter things really get moving.  In particular one of the sections that caught my attention is in 1:35-42.  Basically Jesus is walking and a couple of guys were following him wanting to know where he was staying.  Jesus was a rabbi, meaning a teacher, and they wanted to come and stay with him for a while. &lt;br /&gt;What he says next has been sitting with me and it won’t leave my mind.  “Come and you will see.”  Come and you will see.  As they come and see things really begin to move when they actually take him up on it and decide to hang out with Jesus.  Once they are with him they realize that he is truly the Messiah, the anointed one of God, who is the very “Word” of God spoken into existence, called to change the world. &lt;br /&gt;It gets better when the change happens.  One of the guys who had followed him was Simon, who after meeting Jesus was now going to be called Peter.  Peter was now a new person because he came and saw. &lt;br /&gt;Are we calling others  to “Come &amp;amp; See.”  Come and see the love of God offered throughout our homes and community.  Come and see open hands ready to serve.  Come and see open hearts ready to love and Come and see open doors for anybody who really wants to come and see. &lt;br /&gt;Have you come?  Are you inviting others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak On It!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-get-back-in-saddlestarting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-6639471241532899557</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T21:31:13.839-04:00</atom:updated><title>Choices...</title><description>Choices.  It’s really all about choices isn’t it?  On November 4th you are going to have a choice.  You will have the opportunity, privilege and responsibility to vote while exercising the freedom of democracy.   What an awesome thing! &lt;br /&gt;Over the past two weeks we’ve talked about Jesus For President and how we choose to cast that ballot everyday of our lives.  We make the choice to follow Jesus by how we live, love and serve.  We make the choice to follow Jesus by doing the right thing when no one else is watching.  We make the choice to follow Jesus by allowing love to have the final answer, even when we don’t like the way that answer sounds.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says, “Choose life, so that you might live,” and when we vote for Jesus we are truly choosing a life that makes a difference. (Deuteronomy 30:19)  We have to make choices right? &lt;br /&gt;Check this out…even God makes choices.  And here’s the thing that takes it to the next level in the Gospel of John when Jesus says, “I have chosen you out of the world.” (John 15:19)  God chooses YOU! Right in the middle of where you are, God says, “I choose you!”  God says, “I love you,” and God wants us to know that nothing we can do will ever change that choice.  &lt;br /&gt;What choices are you going to make? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak on it...</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2008/10/choices.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-93295162597324039</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 01:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T21:15:45.628-04:00</atom:updated><title>Questions...</title><description>So here&#39;s the thing...I&#39;m trying to stay focused, I&#39;m trying to stay in the zone, and Yet I’m continuing to struggle with the ups and downs.  Just like everybody else I’m trying to keep it real in the midst of the chaos, but it leaves me with questions about the how/why/when and where God is going to move next…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is taking huge steps, it was built on a strong foundation, and God is calling us to do more than we could have ever imagined…and yet I still have questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about my boy Ezekiel when the Lord said, “eat this scroll and go speak to the house of Israel” (3:1).  The scripture says, he opened his mouth and he ate it, tasting sweet as honey.  It’s the same question before us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to open our mouth to eat this scroll?  Are we ready to do the things that God is asking us to do that are not even on our radar screen?  Are we ready to really take the next step of faithfulness in order to help other people know and experience the Kingdom of God?  Are we ready to sacrifice?  Are we really ready to eat this scroll? &lt;br /&gt;If we do our work in the Lord, we don’t do it in vain. (1 Corinthians 15:58).  It’s time to eat the scroll friends…&lt;br /&gt; Speak On IT!</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2008/10/questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588858250359014167.post-7487851422663556247</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T11:51:47.518-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hey...Hey...Hey</title><description>Didn&#39;t Fat Albert say that?  Yo...What&#39;s good?  I&#39;m living the dream on this end.  I know it&#39;s been forever since I&#39;ve posted so thanks for those still reading or wanting to read.  This is a good place for me to just let it out a little and do some thinking now and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve just been reading from Ezekiel and I&#39;m having some pretty intense feelings about the 2 &amp;amp; 3 chapters.  Eat the scroll?  It taste sweet as honey...  I&#39;m down with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about being taken up by the spirit?  That&#39;s freaking awesome!  I love that language and the reality of how that is played out today.  What thinks you?  As it goes on and on it really brings some important questions to light as to how we have to be concerned for our brothers and sisters as we journey through life together (sounds like a good book title, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I&#39;m out for a couple of days, then I&#39;m back to Speak ON IT!  Peace</description><link>http://bryson-speakonit.blogspot.com/2008/10/heyheyhey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bryson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>