<?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-5592683662110349844</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2024 08:40:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Random Thoughts</category><title>Stop Clowning Around</title><description>Truth, to an adult, is based on the things they see, hear, and ultimately learn as a child.</description><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-4463672806881164006</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T15:40:09.649-05:00</atom:updated><title>Memory to Last a Lifetime</title><atom:summary type="text">As you know, family is important to me.  Especially the relationship between a daughter and her daddy.  This video is making its way around the internet right now and it made me smile when I observed how this daddy (Steve Monforto) handled his beautiful daughter (Emily Monforto).  I&#39;m not sure that his reaction was the easy reaction.This memory will last forever between this daddy and his </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory-to-last-lifetime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-7784432856017172315</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T08:13:38.907-05:00</atom:updated><title>Facing the Giant</title><atom:summary type="text">The best way to teach children is to lead by example.Do as I say and not as I do, does not work.On Saturday, we decided to head to Elephant Rock State Park.  On the way there, I went the wrong direction and ended up at Tom Sauk Mountain State Park.  As I drove through the park, I saw it.  The Giant.  I had faced this giant many times before and lost every battle.Right in my face it stood, a 5 </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/facing-giant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cnru7fn2mNeQV6lG79N4BJbNmfRA6VS8r6k13_Xmj5_LLeKa5S9KL4WUvrZokwz6n4Q7ZCMK7F70p1Ps6-w16O4o9EDpynTXOhGts_SHFJoKYIaYAPGtBty7vDKEt4VtaiM2K1M6Pf46/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-282405534962759081</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T07:26:39.623-05:00</atom:updated><title>Paralyzing Fear</title><atom:summary type="text">This past month, I started teaching my 5 year old how to ride a bike.  I figured since he was headed to kindergarten, we should give the bike on 2 wheels a try.  After all, I loved riding my bike as a child.My brother might disagree with the last statement.  See, I was deathly afraid to ride my bike on 2 wheels.  I was very afraid that I would fall and hurt myself.  Moral of the story, I was </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/paralyzing-fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2G9GbjJz-Oa-R2ho5sGCFs2g0v9qIvMeE7TlwfaMdmunXwOIZCTXCwJ8omJ7fDjfkMvHNxQAj9fsimkXRfSCevD5tz9lba_bH-oPrr1FApG9DgcWVahv3R0AJ_xuM5szyDXAj5w6tRK2/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-1167099977422984359</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T16:23:52.740-05:00</atom:updated><title>Exciting God</title><atom:summary type="text">I am reading an old, stapled together document from the Assemblies of God National Sunday School Department.  I am re-writing a section for the all those that may work as children&#39;s ministers and not get a chance to read this yourself. I have no idea how you would ever find it.  The paper almost falls apart as I turn the pages. In every part of your children&#39;s church program, excitement is the </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/exciting-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-7363938929441859042</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T07:47:51.333-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Record Of My Life</title><atom:summary type="text">I once read that any life worth living is worth writing about. Yesterday, I picked up an old journal of mine.  When I opened it, I realized that I was in the habit of journaling every day back in 2006.  I was afraid of what I would read, but I found myself laughing, loving, crying, and enjoying every moment as I relived precious memories that I had actually forgotten.  I relived moments with </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/record-of-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-5556390802830620370</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T08:50:05.956-05:00</atom:updated><title>Will Your Children Remember???</title><atom:summary type="text">Judges 2:10Another Generation arose that did not know the Lord or the work which He had done for Israel.Because the next generation did not know the great things of God, they became unfaithful to Him. It is easy to think that we have time when it comes to children. It is easy to not give them the time and investment that they require because they are resilient and they can adapt </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-your-children-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-5858127266030816773</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T16:11:22.096-05:00</atom:updated><title>Where Should I Send My Kid To School</title><atom:summary type="text">In a couple weeks I will be sending my oldest son off to kindergarten.Please wait while I dry my eyes.As a christian parent, wanting to raise my child up with a strong Biblical foundation, I never knew the decision of how or where to send my child for his education would be such a difficult decision.My wife and I discussed, debated, rationalized, and agonized over this decision for at least a </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-should-i-send-my-kid-to-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-7975258062029929331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T21:50:57.005-05:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;Already Gone&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">I just read a book review for &quot;Already Gone - Why your kids will quit church and what you can do to stop it&quot; by Ken Ham &amp;amp; Britt Beemer.It says that 61% of today&#39;s young adults who were regular church attendees are now spiritually disengaged.  The authors completed research to find answers to this disturbing statistic. Research showed that students who regularly attend Sunday School are </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/08/already-gone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-4077377085101429919</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T12:44:46.459-05:00</atom:updated><title>Is a Box Really Safe?</title><atom:summary type="text">I rode on a motorcycle for the first time last Saturday.Wow, what a feeling to have the air rushing past you at 65 mph.  Nothing but you, the bike, and the open road.I&#39;m really not sure if I liked it or hated it.My whole life, I heard the horror stories of accidents people have while riding their bikes.I must admit, I spent the majority of the ride shaking nervously that an accident would happen </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-rode-on-motorcycle-for-first-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-2815151518149914730</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T08:02:13.873-05:00</atom:updated><title>Chicken Rock</title><atom:summary type="text">I will never forget the day I encountered Chicken Rock.    My brother was a youth pastor in Mount Vernon, MO.  When I went to visit, I was quickly told by everyone that I have to go to Chicken Rock.  OK, no big deal.    Boy was I wrong.    Chicken Rock was BIG.  It was one big rock sitting on top of a cliff overlooking a beautiful lake.  This rock was perfect for watching a great sunset, but it </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicken-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-3469240561331334423</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T13:26:17.587-05:00</atom:updated><title>Cardboard Testimonies</title><atom:summary type="text">My church - South  County Christian Center - moved into our new building this past Sunday.  Pastor Sean Craig spoke on being born again.His message was great and he did a fantastic job explaining that born again means that God turns your life upside down and changes it.  He helps us deal with circumstances and desires that we cannot deal with ourselves.  As great as the message was, it did not </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2008/10/cardboard-testimonies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-164220878811297517</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T12:35:18.176-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Thoughts</category><title>Distracting Options</title><atom:summary type="text">I will never forget my morning walks with Bill Ore in Saskatchewan, Canada. First, Bill Ore is one of the most influential people in my life and I only spent a grand total of 10 days with him in my whole life.    While at this camp, we took a morning walk every day, just Bill and I.  For the most part, it was a quiet walk, looking for deer, listening to birds sing, and saying some quiet prayers.</atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2008/10/distracting-options.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzinvEcs-cWd-rBZFHf3eeTyvjZfKT9PwTar-gnpDxiuNK1ZrndRMiioJblhGj7PJ4Z_l7lbXhr3DWUpfElgosP5YleBpXy-T6AouYLHl80jLcSEuc0AIpUzdIpD8Y-ymNnORNmdGrd-_A/s72-c/70s-Doors.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-2864950894932008869</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T17:32:59.763-05:00</atom:updated><title>Foundation - It&#39;s Critical</title><atom:summary type="text">Recently, Michelle and I looked at an investment house under foreclosure. We both believe that real-estate is a good long-term investment and we both believe that we will have some investment properties in our portfolio.Knowing that the key to making money in any market is to “buy low, sell high” we decided that it may be a good time to try and find our first property. As Michelle was driving </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2008/09/recently-michelle-and-i-looked-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-4613090948200588521</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-11T07:28:43.934-05:00</atom:updated><title>Just Believing - More Than</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday, I had a friend find me on my facebook account.  He was one of my best friends in college.  I&#39;m sad to say, but we have not done a good job of staying in touch over all the years. Dave, if you read this, accept my apologies. I&#39;ll never forget the day that Dave came back to school after a weekend retreat and stated &quot;Guess what, I got saved over the weekend.&quot;  What???  You are already a </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-believing-more-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592683662110349844.post-8085840424750889507</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 12:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T07:31:02.079-05:00</atom:updated><title>God&#39;s Voice</title><atom:summary type="text">I think one of the greatest things about becoming a parent is getting to know your baby&#39;s cry.  It&#39;s amazing, you can be in a public situation with children everywhere and pick out the cry/voice of your child. As a child, I always thought it was amazing to see my mom turn in a crowd when I cried out MOM.  Now I get it, she knew my voice. Maybe I should be ashamed to admit this, but I&#39;ve also </atom:summary><link>http://stopclowningaround.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-voice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Holman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>