<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827</id><updated>2012-02-06T17:17:37.793-06:00</updated><category term='Series'/><title type='text'>CJ Johnson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1081805372914752603</id><published>2012-02-01T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:44:06.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snipers With Bad Aim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever watched an action movie where the main character is being chased by a group of assassins or secret agents and while running through an open field or down an alley the highly trained group of individuals with machine guns can’t seem to land a single bullet? I love stories where the good guy comes out on top, but sometimes I want them just to get shot so the movie is more believable. Because such poor aim just doesn’t exist. Or does it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In Judges 13 an angel of the Lord appears before Samson’s parents who were unable to have children and informs them they will soon be with child. The angel goes on to tell them that&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;“the boy is to be a Nazirite, set apart to God from birth, and he will begin the deliverance of Israel from the hands of the Philistines” Judges 13:5.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;For Samson’s parents this was great news! For one they were going to have a child. And secondly Israel was going to be delivered from the Philistines. There’s no doubt, such news would provoke a thankful response. So the problem here isn’t their response. It’s their aim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In a moment when God should be the one receiving glory, &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Manoah said to the angel of the LORD, “We would like you to stay until we prepare a young goat for you.” The angel of the LORD replied, “Even though you detain me, I will not eat any of your food. But if you prepare a burnt offering, offer it to the LORD.” (Manoah did not realize that it was the angel of the LORD.) Then Manoah inquired of the angel of the LORD, “What is your name, so that we may honor you when your word comes true?” Judges 3:15-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Consider how often we do this sort of thing. God chooses to do incredible things in our lives by blessing us in a myriad of ways. Yet when gratitude is expressed we have the aim of a blind sniper with a squirt gun. We shower others or ourselves with the credit, all the while the one who is responsible goes unnoticed and without appreciation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m unsure of what God is doing in your life, but I do know scripture promises he is at work in the lives of those who trust in him (Romans 8:28). The question is, when moments call for gratitude will our appreciation be on target? Or will God go untouched like a Hollywood hero being chased by some dirty cops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1081805372914752603?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1081805372914752603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1081805372914752603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2012/02/snipers-with-bad-aim_01.html' title='Snipers With Bad Aim'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5491026413708298628</id><published>2012-01-25T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:13:36.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love Like That" by Dawna Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WKhK9Du-5cQ" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5491026413708298628?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5491026413708298628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5491026413708298628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2012/01/love-like-that-by-dawna-johnson.html' title='&quot;Love Like That&quot; by Dawna Johnson'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WKhK9Du-5cQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6109334993580361457</id><published>2012-01-12T11:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:55:53.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus &gt; Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IAhDGYlpqY" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6109334993580361457?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6109334993580361457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6109334993580361457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2012/01/jesus-religion.html' title='Jesus &gt; Religion'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1IAhDGYlpqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3890012175351150956</id><published>2012-01-11T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:47:56.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Delegator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have always found it fascinating that God desires for us to be apart of his tremendous story, while inviting us to assist Him in His perfect plan. What makes this so remarkable is the fact that God doesn’t need our help. If truth were told, His perfect plan is going to take place regardless of whether or not you and I are with or against Him. Nonetheless, the creator of the heavens and the earth, He who spoke life into existence wants you and I to be apart of what He’s doing in the world. In fact, God is such a team player; we find that he often delegates the best parts of the story to you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Take for example the time Jesus fed over 5,000 people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.”&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;Jesus replied, “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;“We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered. “Bring them here to me,” he said. And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children. Matthew 14:15-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Technically Jesus only gave food to his disciples. It was actually the disciples who distributed the food to over 5000 people. Now it’s obvious who is responsible for the miracle here, and there’s no doubt Jesus could have handled things on his own, yet Jesus chooses to delegate the feeding of thousands - the best part of the story to his disciples. On the flip side, it was the disciples’ willingness to serve thousands of people after a long exhausting day that created an avenue for a miracle to take place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Both Jesus and his disciples impress me here. Jesus’ generosity in delegating the miracle to his disciples is incredibly generous, although the disciples’ willingness to serve thousands is what challenges me the most. There’s no question God wants us to be apart of his story, the question is whether or not you and I will be willing to do what that entitles. Chances are the task may seem small or tedious, but if we can match the willingness of the disciples we too will find ourselves in the pages of His story linked to the miraculous. Because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much.” Luke 16:10a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3890012175351150956?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3890012175351150956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3890012175351150956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2012/01/great-delegator.html' title='The Great Delegator'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2658087824041277846</id><published>2011-10-25T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:33:25.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Cocoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever realized how the weather outside seems to determine your appetite for hot cocoa?&amp;nbsp;Seriously, who drinks hot cocoa in the summer? Although come winter time there's no greater beverage. And as someone who really enjoys a cup of hot cocoa, I have recently realized that my appreciation for the drink increases as the temperature outside decreases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't that the case when it comes to Jesus in our everyday life? When things in life are going smoothly one's desire or appreciation for Him seems to decrease. Yet once life brings you down your need for Him increases. And it's His presence during the low times of life we come to appreciate the most. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't it strange how a drink we love becomes a drink we forget about depending on the season we are in? Let's make a conscious effort not to treat Jesus the same way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalms 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-TNIV-14237" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-TNIV-14238" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He makes me lie down in green pastures,&amp;nbsp;he leads me beside quiet waters,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-TNIV-14239" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he refreshes my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;He guides me along the right paths&amp;nbsp;for his name’s sake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-TNIV-14240" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though I walk&lt;br /&gt;through the darkest valley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will fear no evil,&amp;nbsp;for you are with me;&amp;nbsp;your rod and your staff,&amp;nbsp;they comfort me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-TNIV-14241" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You prepare a table before me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;in the presence of my enemies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;You anoint my head with oil;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;my cup overflows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-TNIV-14242" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Surely your goodness and love will follow me&amp;nbsp;all the days of my life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;and I will dwell in the house of the LORD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2658087824041277846?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2658087824041277846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2658087824041277846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/10/hot-cocoa_25.html' title='Hot Cocoa'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6969922793524713819</id><published>2011-10-19T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:15:51.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose The Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_05ADV2Z2xo/Tp9dGIXPYaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UlaVCWs7hYc/s1600/starbucks+graphic+resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_05ADV2Z2xo/Tp9dGIXPYaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UlaVCWs7hYc/s640/starbucks+graphic+resized.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It doesn’t take a genius to understand the importance of marketing in the business world. You can have an incredible brand with amazing products, but if you don’t get your name out to the public, you’re bound to fail. Yet in a world filled with marketing and companies doing whatever they can to get their name out, Starbucks has chosen the opposite by removing their name from the Starbucks logo. Now for most companies this decision would be suicidal, but in Starbucks’ case it’s brilliant. And in doing so they have joined the small list of industry giants who no longer need to tell you who they are; when you see them you just know. A few others on this list would be; Nike (swoosh), Macintosh (apple) and McDonalds (golden arches). So the question I have been pondering is, at what point do you lose the name? At what point does your identity become so recognizable you no longer need to state who you are? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apply this idea to faith and the Christian life and the question becomes “at what point do people recognize you as a follower of Christ without you having to tell them you’re a Christian?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe the first contributing factor is; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;incredible consistency.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A pair of Nikes in Wisconsin looks, fits and feels the same way a pair of Nikes does in Paris. A 31 year old in Philadelphia and a 16 year old in Switzerland serve a cheeseburger and fries or a cup of coffee that taste the exact same. And an Apple puts a PC to shame wherever you go in the world. For wherever they are, they remain true to who they are and they do so with incredible consistency. How about you? When you’re at work, out with your friends, on a business trip, at the hair salon, standing in line at the store or any place at anytime for that matter – do people recognize you as someone who lives like Jesus? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The second contributing factor is; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;what you see is what you get.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A person doesn’t walk into Starbucks and leave with a taco. The same way Nike stores don’t sell extension chords. For that would just be ridiculous! Like finding a PC on the shelf at an Apple store. Yet that’s the case for many Christians and churches; we offer something completely contradicting to the title we bare. Think about it. Walking into Starbucks means you’re going to find Starbucks. Because what you see is what you get. So shouldn’t we be concerned when people enter our church buildings that bare the cross - a symbol of love, grace and mercy just to encounter angry/selfish/hypocritical/greedy/gossiping people on the inside? When people see the cross, isn’t that what they should receive? When people encounter Christians, shouldn’t they be encountering Jesus? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Matthew 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;, John the Baptist sends his disciples to ask Jesus if he is the one they have been waiting for, or should they expect someone else. Then Jesus responds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“go back and report to John what you hear and see.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And like a logo with no name on it, Jesus doesn’t state his identity; for his identity is so recognizable He finds no need to verbalize who He is. It’s in this moment that Jesus reinforces his statements in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Matthew 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; in which people will be recognized by their fruit and the way they live. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So lose the name and let the way you live communicate who you are. For after all, that’s what Jesus did.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6969922793524713819?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6969922793524713819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6969922793524713819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/10/lose-name.html' title='Lose The Name'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_05ADV2Z2xo/Tp9dGIXPYaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UlaVCWs7hYc/s72-c/starbucks+graphic+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6111864244510075462</id><published>2011-09-27T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:55:15.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladders</title><content type='html'>This past week I was painting around the house when I found myself distracted by my daughter who kept trying to climb the ladder. And no matter how many times I would tell her not to, the moment I climbed up the ladder she would begin doing the same. As a parent there is obviously something frightening about your 1 year old climbing a ladder, not to mention it's&amp;nbsp;frustrating when she refuses to listen. So caught up in the fear of her getting hurt and the irritation of her not listening, it hit me - she's simply repeating what she sees me doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many parents find themselves experiencing fear or frustration as their children get in harms way or refuse to listen, when in reality the child is simply mimicking what they continue to see their parents do. The same reality can be true in leadership. And in both arenas, parents and leaders are asking the question "how do I help them understand?" Or, "how do I correct their behavior?" When the appropriate question may be "what am I doing that's setting a bad example and confusing them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;standing on a ladder telling your child&amp;nbsp;to not&amp;nbsp;climb up, perhaps you will&amp;nbsp;find&amp;nbsp;that you often attempt to&amp;nbsp;correct the behavior (s) of one who is simply mimicking what they observe you doing.&amp;nbsp;Just know in order to correct the behavior of someone else, you must first correct that very behavior in yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6111864244510075462?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6111864244510075462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6111864244510075462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/09/ladders.html' title='Ladders'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2273945102711742042</id><published>2011-07-29T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:47:44.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolishly Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFEJ3pLelCw/TjM2xJqkRnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6hsU2dgDUM8/s1600/King+Lear+Pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFEJ3pLelCw/TjM2xJqkRnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6hsU2dgDUM8/s640/King+Lear+Pic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;King Lear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tragedy"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, considered to be one of his greatest dramatic masterpieces. The title character descends into madness after foolishly disposing of his estate between two of his three daughters based on their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flattery"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;flattery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, bringing tragic consequences for all. In the end, it’s only the King’s fool (also known as a jester) who remains loyal and by his side.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I believe the Fool’s loyalty to the King despite his idiocy establishes him as the ultimate fool. The Fool in this story resembles a person who loves someone unconditionally without ever receiving any love in return. He appears like a person who displays incredible loyalty while knowing he will only be rejected over and over again. This foolish jester is like one who devotes his undivided attention towards another while giving of himself entirely just to be ignored and selfishly taken advantage of. He is an absolute fool, and the person he resembles most is Jesus. For despite our inconsistencies and poor responses to Jesus’ extravagant love and devotion to you and I, he continues to remain foolishly faithful to us. And like my college professor Dr. Watson always would say “life isn’t fair, but God is faithful.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;As a pastor this past week was incredibly difficult. And the struggles only continue. As I write this I can think of people in my church who are; fighting terminal illnesses, on the verge of losing their marriage, being strangled by their finances, controlled by addictions, scarred from abuse, trapped in their past, depressed and hopeless. And with each conversation that I’ve been in, I have found myself banking on the faithfulness of God. For no matter what we’re facing, what we’ve done, or what pain we’ve caused - the God we serve continues to remain foolishly faithful at all times. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Below is a video of a song by Matt Redman that has recently become my theme song. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/722zPX1npcA" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2273945102711742042?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2273945102711742042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2273945102711742042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/07/foolishly-faithful.html' title='Foolishly Faithful'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFEJ3pLelCw/TjM2xJqkRnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6hsU2dgDUM8/s72-c/King+Lear+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4765141750464314820</id><published>2011-07-22T00:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:26:23.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotels &amp; Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26707324?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;loop=1" width="625" height="369" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26707324"&gt;Hotels &amp; Beer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4830672"&gt;CJ Johnson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4765141750464314820?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4765141750464314820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4765141750464314820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/07/hotels-beer_22.html' title='Hotels &amp; Beer'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3577154723364332505</id><published>2011-07-07T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:40:38.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Bystanders</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="469" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26117142?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;loop=1" width="625"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26117142"&gt;Innocent Bystanders&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4830672"&gt;CJ Johnson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3577154723364332505?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3577154723364332505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3577154723364332505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/07/innocent-bystanders.html' title='Innocent Bystanders'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-185555644273155296</id><published>2011-06-29T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:31:00.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevators</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JZzFtQmsHfI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many classic experiences while riding an elevator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time my parents taught my siblings and I the elevator jump. "If you time it right you can catch hang time like Jordan" - Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we snuck onto the girls floor in college and lit off handfuls (5 of us double fisting as many as we could hold) of M80s. I'll never forget jumping back in the elevator to go down to our floor when they exploded and literally caused the elevator to shut down. We were stuck! And the award for worlds dumbest criminals goes to...... (drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awkward ride with the bell man. Or, the "who farted" ride up to the 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing. The dancing. The kissing. &amp;nbsp;Even the times of talking to myself or picking my nose.&amp;nbsp;You get the point. We all ride elevators. And we all do a variety of different things both on the way up and on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true with life. Sometimes we're going up and some times we're going down. Other times we're flat out stuck! Some rides are enjoyable while others are miserable. And what you do between levels plays a major role. Take my experiences for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator jump: making the right decision at the right time is key.&lt;br /&gt;The M80s ride: poor decisions can bring life to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;The "who farted" ride: what you do affects those around you.&lt;br /&gt;The Singing, Dancing and Kissing: life needs rejoicing, expression of self and love.&lt;br /&gt;The talking to yourself ride: personal conversations and reflections are a must. &lt;br /&gt;The picking your nose ride: some things we do are flat our embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have dreams and we all have goals. Pin point the level in life you desire to be at and then begin taking into consideration all the things you will do on the ride up. In doing so, also pay attention to the things that could very well bring you down or to a halt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-185555644273155296?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/185555644273155296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/185555644273155296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/06/elevators.html' title='Elevators'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JZzFtQmsHfI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3192434510848641231</id><published>2011-06-25T15:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:50:32.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hangover Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TikVNC3tuoo/TgZDHuiBlKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-hUzSSUWkRk/s1600/Movies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TikVNC3tuoo/TgZDHuiBlKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-hUzSSUWkRk/s640/Movies.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday Kristin and I took our daughter Riley to the movie theatre for the first time to see “Cars 2!” To our surprise this was a great experience. Riley got in free, behaved very well, the movie was good and theatre popcorn always makes the experience complete. Yet something prior to the movie took place that struck a powerful thought in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we approached the usher with our tickets he informed us that our show would be in theatre #11 and not to be fooled by the sign that reads “Theatre #11 - The Hangover Part 2.” For those of you unfamiliar with this popular film, &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Hangover Part 2 is a story about a group of friends hung over from the night before and unable to remember what has taken place they retrace their steps through drugs, violence, alcohol and sex in order to find their missing friend.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This film is not rated PG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a pastor I am well aware of the aquarium we live in. And as we passed below the sign that read “The Hangover Part 2” I couldn’t help but laugh when thinking of someone witnessing Kristin and I walking into a theatre with our 19 month old daughter appearing to go see a rated R movie known for it’s profanity, violence, drugs, alcohol and strong sexual content. Something like this could really score some points in a circle of gossip. Imagine if this person was thinking on their toes and snapped a photo of us beneath the sign as proof. I arrive at this extent only because this has actually happened to me while sitting at a bar in Applebee’s trying to talk a husband into going home to save his marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The point is this; what appears to be obvious and evident sometimes isn’t even close to the truth. The question that flooded my mind while watching “Cars 2” with my family was this; am I guilty of wrongfully accusing someone of something that wasn’t true despite the proof I felt I possessed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the book of Acts God is doing something incredible in some people’s lives and nearby witnesses accuse them of being drunk. A moment of beauty is mistaken for the exact opposite. I believe God urges us to allow him to be the judge in order to alleviate us from the stress and hassle we face when attempting a task beyond our capacity. It’s as if he’s saying, “I’ll handle this, you simply hope for the best in people.” For once again God chooses to center his people around hope and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A trip to the movies served as a valuable reminder and reflection for me personally and in writing this I hope it will do the same for you. In result, my prayer is that we will find ourselves centered around hope and love. For further reading check out Matthew 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3192434510848641231?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3192434510848641231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3192434510848641231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/06/hangover-part-2.html' title='The Hangover Part 2'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TikVNC3tuoo/TgZDHuiBlKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-hUzSSUWkRk/s72-c/Movies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7257446030265660196</id><published>2011-06-21T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:55:15.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Told You So</title><content type='html'>Most everyone has experienced an “I told you so” moment. And most everyone would agree it’s one of the most annoying and frustrating phrases to hear. There’s something so irritating about someone boldly predicting a future outcome in your life that you initially disagree with, yet as time progresses you yourself prove them to be right. You yourself create the opportunity for them to say “I told you so.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason why this is so irritating is simple. We hate accepting the fact that someone other than ourselves has a greater foreknowledge of the decisions we make and outcomes they create. We can’t stand it when someone else is right when we so badly wanted them to be wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone who has an incredible foreknowledge of our decisions and outcomes is Satan himself. And though we would hate for him to be right, we often prove his predictions to be spot on. Take Adam and Eve for example. The magnitude of their decision in the Garden never seems to cross their mind. The possible outcome never seems to be considered. Sadly to say, Satan did know the magnitude of their decision and his prediction was proven to be true by Adam and Eve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What Satan is aware of here that Adam and Eve seem to overlook is the power of our decisions. He understands that with every decision we make we create a ripple effect in the world we live in. For Adam and Eve, their decision altered the course of humanity and I believe ours will do the same. Furthermore Satan knows the devastation we ourselves are capable of bringing into the world through the very decisions we ourselves make. And with this knowledge he seeks to delegate injustice to us and through our decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t you hate the fact that Satan employs us to accomplish his plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the contrary God’s word predicts drastically different outcomes as a result of our lives aligning to scripture. And God’s predictions are awesome! So awesome that you actually delight in him saying “I told you so.” For as believers we long for the day when he says to us “well done thy good and faithful servant.” Which let’s be honest. What he is saying is “Well done. I knew you could do it. Didn’t I tell you this day would come?” In which our response will be “you were right, you told me so.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So choose wisely and take into consideration the ripple effect you will be creating. Ask yourself the question; who would I rather hear say “I told you so,” God or Satan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7257446030265660196?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7257446030265660196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7257446030265660196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/06/i-told-you-so.html' title='I Told You So'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3379241994543366970</id><published>2011-04-06T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:01:15.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MisMatched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In college I had a teammate who was colorblind and at least a couple times a week he would head off to class wearing a hideous outfit that didn’t match. I’ll never forget trying to intervene the day he came out of his room wearing black and red shorts along with a purple and yellow sweatshirt.&amp;nbsp; I figured he would take my advice considering he was well aware of being color blind, although to my surprise he resisted my help insisting that what he was wearing looked good. For despite the truth, he was convinced of a false reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The same can be found true with most Christians and this is consistently made evident in the area of tithing. For one who says God is first in their life yet doesn’t tithe is delusional. They are convinced of something that simply isn’t true. And these people continue to walk through life unaware that their faith in action doesn’t match up with God’s word. They are like a student heading off to class wearing black, red, purple and yellow saying to themselves, “I look good.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sadly enough, many will still argue that God is first in their life. And according to studies done by the Barna Group, the majority of people who don’t tithe don’t give anything at all. So what do people do with their money? Or maybe the question should be, what comes before God when it comes to people’s finances? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;According to statistics (during a recession) Americans spent the following:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$20 Billion on Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$17 Billion on Pet Food&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$93 Billion on Soda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$12 Billion on Perfume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$50 Billion on Diet Products&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$8 Billion on Make Up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe any of these expenses are bad. Although, when a cup of coffee takes precedence over our creator, we have an issue. When history tells us of Jesus sacrificing his life for us, yet we’re unable to sacrifice a Big Gulp in return, we have a problem. And the problem is many people’s lives and priorities don’t match up with God’s priorities found in His word. For God gave his son Jesus to die for us, and when we give we become like God. We match! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I challenge you to match yourself to God’s word. And like God’s word, you too will find yourself standing the tests of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3379241994543366970?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3379241994543366970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3379241994543366970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/04/mismatched.html' title='MisMatched'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4854019853784489279</id><published>2011-02-16T12:32:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:03:01.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Responsibility = Accountability</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YjuYVfmwNw/TVv_iCWNf7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/toVzPfaD85c/s1600/Equals+Header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YjuYVfmwNw/TVv_iCWNf7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/toVzPfaD85c/s640/Equals+Header.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At first glance the story of the fall of man can be extremely frustrating. And until we begin to see the similarities between us and Adam and Eve it will remain irritating. Yet our irritation often causes us to skip over something profound within this passage. For without a doubt the focus here is heavily on the fall rather than the point at which they slipped. And without recognizing the slip, we miss how the fall could have been avoided. We fail to learn the lesson as to how we can avoid our own falls. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In Genesis, Adam and Eve are created to take care of God’s beautiful creation, a job that would obviously require tons of responsibilities. Yet when the fall occurs Adam and Eve aren’t fulfilling any responsibilities. Another way of putting it is they were being irresponsible. The point is responsibility can equal accountability. For fulfilling their responsibilities would have eliminated their irresponsible decision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The same is true for David in 2 Samuel 11. Verse 1 reads &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In the spring, at the time when kings go off to war, David sent Joab out with the king’s men and the whole Israelite army. They destroyed the Ammonites and besieged Rabbah. But David remained in Jerusalem.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And once David avoids his responsibilities, we find him falling into lust, committing adultery and plotting a murder. Once again drawing our attention to the moments where he fell rather than the point at which he slipped. For like Adam and Eve, the slip leading to the fall takes place when David fails to fulfill his responsibilities. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What are you responsible for? What is required of you to be a great spouse, parent, employee or friend? As a Christian what Biblical responsibilities do you find yourself avoiding? For responsibility equals accountability. And despite the size of your responsibilities, choosing to avoid them often causes us to fall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Recent Testimony showing that Responsibility = Accountability: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;“My wife and I have spent tons of money on pornography and in this time haven’t given a penny to God. But last week we decided to cancel all of our pornography subscriptions and begin giving that money as our tithe. I guess you could say we’re knocking out two birds with one stone.” - Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You're either responsible or you're irresponsible, the choice is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4854019853784489279?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4854019853784489279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4854019853784489279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/02/responsibility-accountability.html' title='Responsibility = Accountability'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YjuYVfmwNw/TVv_iCWNf7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/toVzPfaD85c/s72-c/Equals+Header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7256778404520398818</id><published>2011-01-29T10:56:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:27:21.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run For The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TUrWzB8oVTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/w_1PoshnP94/s1600/5k+BDS+Card+Final.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TUrWzB8oVTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/w_1PoshnP94/s640/5k+BDS+Card+Final.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since moving to Oklahoma, my wife Kristin has fallen in love with the Beautiful Dream Society and their fight against Human Trafficking in Africa. And determined to join the fight she has decided to organize a 5K run that will benefit the victims of this horrible crime. For like I've heard her say countless times "we have to do something!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For more information about the Beautiful Dream Society and how to register for this event, visit their website www.beautifuldream.tv The event will take place at Lake Hefner, OKC on March 26. On site registration will be available (we prefer that you register online) an hour before the race. The race will begin at 9am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Proverbs 3:27 Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;when it is in your power to act.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7256778404520398818?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7256778404520398818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7256778404520398818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/run-for-dream.html' title='Run For The Dream'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TUrWzB8oVTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/w_1PoshnP94/s72-c/5k+BDS+Card+Final.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8065241843525035997</id><published>2011-01-26T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:45:32.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Observations #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TUBj-8lhZcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7qf91NL2mT0/s1600/Ob+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TUBj-8lhZcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7qf91NL2mT0/s640/Ob+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Introduction: Do you ever find yourself making odd observations about things you encounter in life? For example: why do you drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? Or, why must women have their mouths stretched wide open while putting on their mascara? And as odd as these observations may seem, they often present a good point. The following is an observation from the story of Noah and the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Storms Are Better Than Deserts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the most disheartening things as a pastor is witnessing people throw in the towel when times get rough. It’s so sad to see people bail on God, when the God they are in need of is right before them, many times within the storm. I find that many have come to faith in God for hopes of a life without problems, although such life doesn’t exist. In fact as long as you’re living there will always be problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The problem is, many people are unaware of what they are wishing for in a life without storms. Think about it, a life without storms is simply a desert. For it’s the storms that bring excitement, definition, beauty and color to the lives we are living. More importantly, storms bring life! Not to mention, storms come to an end, while deserts remain a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just know that many of your greatest traits and characteristics are by products of the storms you have faced. For example; up until recently moving to Oklahoma I lived in Minnesota for 6 years. And there are things I love about Minnesota and things I can’t stand about Minnesota. For example I love Minnesota as the “The Land of 10,000 Lakes,” but I can’t stand the countless snowstorms during the freezing winters. And as much as I wish I could have one without the other, I can’t. For without the snowstorms there would be no “Land of Lakes.” The same goes for you and the life you’re living. To experience life to it’s fullest, while reaching your God given potential, you’re going to have to go through storms. Or you can spend the rest of your life living in a desert, where abundant life doesn’t exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8065241843525035997?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8065241843525035997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8065241843525035997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/observations-5.html' title='Observations #5'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TUBj-8lhZcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7qf91NL2mT0/s72-c/Ob+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5486642157339300144</id><published>2011-01-24T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:45:51.747-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Observations #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TT3PaY9wJCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Y2W7-Mql1bY/s1600/Ob+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TT3PaY9wJCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Y2W7-Mql1bY/s640/Ob+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Introduction: Do you ever find yourself making odd observations about things you encounter in life? For example: why do you drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? Or, why must women have their mouths stretched wide open while putting on their mascara? And as odd as these observations may seem, they often present a good point. The following is an observation from the story of Noah and the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheetahs and Turtles Traveled at the Same Speed on the Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apart from having four legs, a mouth and two eyes a cheetah and a turtle are drastically different. In fact in many ways they are opposites. The cheetah is sleek, stylish, explosive, agile and incredibly fast while the turtle’s best feature would be it’s shell. It seems fair to say the two don’t even belong in the same discussion. Which is why the cheetah gets countless hours of publicity on the discovery channel, while the turtle would most likely hurt ratings by putting it’s viewers to sleep. And even though I hate cats, it’s true; a cheetah is far greater than a turtle. Unless! The two are traveling together on the ark and the storm destroys the ark. In this case the turtle is in far better shape than the cheetah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My point is the storms we face in life provide defining moments. Moments where we have the opportunity to maximize our potential in times it’s needed most. So stop playing the comparison game with those you see to be great and don’t become discouraged next time you encounter a storm. Know that in your storm lies a defining moment, and in these moments we have the opportunity to become great. For it's not our peers who determine greatness, but rather our accomplishments during times of adversity that provide such definition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5486642157339300144?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5486642157339300144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5486642157339300144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/observations-4.html' title='Observations #4'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TT3PaY9wJCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Y2W7-Mql1bY/s72-c/Ob+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3975842742261915484</id><published>2011-01-22T16:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:46:02.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Observations #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TTtWCnC7ZTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KwbNkEyeSYw/s1600/Ob+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TTtWCnC7ZTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KwbNkEyeSYw/s640/Ob+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Introduction: Do you ever find yourself making odd observations about things you encounter in life? For example: why do you drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? Or, why must women have their mouths stretched wide open while putting on their mascara? And as odd as these observations may seem, they often present a good point. The following is an observation from the story of Noah and the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The storm on the outside of the ship wasn’t as big of a threat as the two woodpeckers on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life can be difficult and the situations we face can often times relate best to an actual storm than anything else. The different pressures, circumstances and unfortunate events often present threats to our lives. The same can be found true in the story of Noah and the Ark. And as devastating as the storm would become, I’ve come to think that the biggest threat may have actually been on the inside rather than the outside. For prior to the storm we read of God giving the plans and designs to Noah in order to withstand the storm coming their way, and when the rain began to fall the ark did exactly that. What we don’t read about is the challenge Noah faced while managing the chaos within the ark. The more I think of it, the more I would rather be getting drenched by rain than sitting in a room with a couple bears, gorillas and any cat species for that matter. Perhaps the storm on the outside of the ship wasn’t as big of a threat as the two woodpeckers on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe God has provided the plans for our lives and has prepared us for what’s ahead, but in the end what takes place on the inside may be the very thing capable of hurting us the most. In other words the worry, doubt, self-criticism, insecurities and lies we allow to fester within us may be the biggest threat we face in life. &amp;nbsp;For this reason I’m assuming Noah had to cage the woodpeckers on board. And I believe in life we will need to do the same if we’re going to accomplish what God has appointed us to do. For my entire life I’ve always heard people speak of believing in God, but never did I hear how much God believes in us. The reality is God believes we can do incredible things in life. Perhaps the real issue is how much we actually believe in ourselves. Just know whether you think you can or think you can’t, either way you’ll be right. And the first step towards thinking you can, is caging the things that say you can’t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3975842742261915484?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3975842742261915484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3975842742261915484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/observations-3.html' title='Observations #3'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TTtWCnC7ZTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KwbNkEyeSYw/s72-c/Ob+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4136541972094952984</id><published>2011-01-12T14:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:46:14.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Observations #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TSyCrJXjRgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VOU84w-jFng/s1600/Ob+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TSyCrJXjRgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VOU84w-jFng/s640/Ob+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Introduction: Do you ever find yourself making odd observations about things you encounter in life? For example: why do you drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? Or, why must women have their mouths stretched wide open while putting on their mascara? And as odd as these observations may seem, they often present a good point. The following is an observation from the story of Noah and the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Engineers built the Titanic, but a Novice built the Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwGrp" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pronGrp" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pr" d:pr="US" style="-webkit-dashboard-region: dashboard-region(control rectangle); -webkit-user-select: text; cursor: text; font-size: small;" type="US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Novice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pr" d:pr="US" style="-webkit-dashboard-region: dashboard-region(control rectangle); -webkit-user-select: text; cursor: text; font-size: small;" type="US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;|ˈnävəs|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a person new to or inexperienced in a field or situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Picture this, it's game seven of the world series and rather than the coach bringing in the teams all star closer to finish the game he turns to the crowd and asks an overaged woman to make her way to the mound. I think it's safe to say this would cause some confusion within the stadium, especially confusing the woman being asked to do the unrealistic. Ironically, the same scenario takes place in the story of Noah and the Ark. For scripture tells us that Noah is no longer in his youth, living in a desert, while having never seen an ark let alone built one! In other words, God asking Noah to build the ark made absolutely no sense. I'm guessing Noah thought to himself "why me?" Or maybe he even suggested some builders in the community who he believed to me more qualified to build such a ship. Perhaps God is calling you to do something and &amp;nbsp;you find yourself responding in the same way. As a pastor I have a front row seat in watching people respond to the call of God on their life. And despite the major differences in individuals and their unique callings, the way many respond is often times the same. It never fails there's always this process we go through where we question God's commands while trying to reason with him about a better option. An option that requires someone else to take the risk, not you. The problem is God didn't call them for that specific purpose, he called you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So don't play the comparison game. Understand that God is in the business of using a novice and if you will accept the call he has on your life he will use you to do incredible things. For if in life all you do is what you feel you are capable of doing, you will never experience the ability of God.&amp;nbsp;So get outside the box, color outside the lines and let God be God and you will be surprised what he can do in you and through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4136541972094952984?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4136541972094952984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4136541972094952984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/blog-series-observations.html' title='Observations #2'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TSyCrJXjRgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VOU84w-jFng/s72-c/Ob+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4867671047022218215</id><published>2011-01-11T15:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:46:30.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Observations #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TSzHyGTcRWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2yirmx6b_hI/s1600/Ob+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TSzHyGTcRWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2yirmx6b_hI/s640/Ob+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introduction: Do you ever find yourself making odd observations about things you encounter in life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;For example: why do you drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? Or, why must women have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;their mouths stretched wide open while putting on their mascara? And as odd as these observations&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;may seem, they often present a good point. The following is an observation from the story of Noah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the Ark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It wasn't raining when God told Noah to build the Ark.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Step into Noah's shoes. It has never rained in your life and God comes to you with this outrageous task of building a ship that will withstand an incredible storm, save your family and rescue tons of animals. What's the first thing that comes to your mind if you're Noah? I'm guessing his first question was, what's rain? Because history tells us that Noah had never experienced rain. Not to mention the type of rain that requires flotation devices. Furthermore we find within this story that the storm God was talking about, wasn't going to take place for years. Meaning Noah was faced with a tough decision; do I turn down the request because my past experiences have taught me that such storms don't exist? Or do I obey God, trusting that he knows what's ahead of me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The point is this, God always knows what's ahead of you. He knows the size of the storms in your life as well as the length of the storms. Although he knows something else; he knows you and your capacity to deal with the storms. And in this story, I believe God looks at Noah and then looks at the storm and realizes Noah can't out swim this one. So he proceeds to provide the design and information for Noah to build the ark. God begins preparing Noah for what's ahead of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The truth is I have no idea who will read this post. Not to mention I have no idea what anyone, including myself is going to face in the future. All I do know, is if you will place your confidence in God, choosing to obey despite being uncertain at times, God will always prepare you for what's ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4867671047022218215?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4867671047022218215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4867671047022218215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/observations-part-1.html' title='Observations #1'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TSzHyGTcRWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2yirmx6b_hI/s72-c/Ob+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3699674386302971169</id><published>2011-01-04T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:54:07.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Wasn't A Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine asking four of your closest family members or friends to write a story about your life. What would they say? Which of your characteristics would they speak of the most? What defining moments would they include? Would the four stories be consistent with one another? Would the overall story be positive or negative? If a stranger read one of these stories would it change their life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The point is this; Jesus wasn’t a writer! The greatest story ever told was told, was told from the vantage point of four individuals other than Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Which brings me back to the questions above, how would your story read if written by someone else? In Jesus’ case his story turned out remarkable! All four writers spoke of love, justice, grace, service, compassion, generosity, courage, brilliance and sacrifice. And all four stories are incredibly consistent to one another (think of how different your story story would turn out if written by four of your closest friends). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Which brings me to a fork in the road while writing. So I’ll leave you with both thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thought 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Each of us is currently writing the story of our life whether we realize it or not. Furthermore to be a Christian means to die to ourselves in order that we may find life in Christ. In other words, now that we have received salvation, Jesus is now living in us and through us. Another way of putting it is: the same power that conquered the grave now lives in us. And if this is true, shouldn’t our stories begin looking more and more like the story of Jesus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thought 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How much confidence do you have in Jesus? Growing up my father always told me confidence attracts confidence. Meaning it’s easier to place your confidence in someone who possesses confidence. So how confident was Jesus? According to scripture, he came to deliver the most important message ever told, and he entrusted four men to write it for him. It’s like the stud athlete on the playground saying “pick your team and I’ll beat you with whoever is left.” By doing this Jesus is saying, I know who I am and what I’m here to do and anyone who records what they see will articulate the message I came to deliver. For Jesus didn’t come to prove he was the Son of God, he came with confidence that anyone who would follow him would reach that conclusion on their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How much confidence do you have in Jesus?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Does your story look anything like his story?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3699674386302971169?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3699674386302971169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3699674386302971169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2011/01/jesus-wasnt-writer.html' title='Jesus Wasn&apos;t A Writer'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2753174045216336499</id><published>2010-12-22T23:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:36:29.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you ever place yourself in the stories of scripture? Step into the shoes of the man managing the inn the night Mary and Joseph arrived in Bethlehem. The inn is full and suddenly a man and his fiance who is in labor show up looking for a place to stay. So he directs them to the barn where Jesus is born along side the cast of "Charlotte's Web." And in the mean time a giant star directs some wise men to the same barn where Jesus is now lying in a manger (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="pr" d:pr="US" style="-webkit-dashboard-region: dashboard-region(control rectangle); -webkit-user-select: text; cursor: text;" type="US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;|ˈmānjər|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a long open box or trough for horses or cattle to eat from). Not to mention they are claiming that this baby born into extremely unfortunate circumstances is the Savior of the World! I wonder if the man managing the inn ever thought to himself "this may be the strangest thing I have ever experienced." I wonder if he overlooked the magnitude of the moment due to the strange/distracting circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love the Christmas celebration! I love how generous everyone becomes. I love the symbolism in things like candy canes and Christmas lights. I love the manger scenes people place in their yards. And I especially love CHRISTmas music on secular radio stations. Although it's strange how a celebration centered around Jesus causes so many people to overlook Christ as it's real purpose despite his presence being made known all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wonder if the man managing the inn ever thought to himself "Whoa! Today the Savior of the World was born!" I wonder if we will find ourselves thinking the same thing this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Read: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Matthew 1:18-2:2 &amp;amp; Luke 2:1-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2753174045216336499?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2753174045216336499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2753174045216336499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/12/strange-experience_22.html' title='A Strange Experience'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-614743532153790982</id><published>2010-12-22T15:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:08:39.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Our Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_20hJPOHseM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_20hJPOHseM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-614743532153790982?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/614743532153790982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/614743532153790982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/12/incredible-video-just-worship.html' title='Open Our Eyes'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7922184592419290913</id><published>2010-12-06T17:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:04:35.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains, Water and Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What powers a locomotive? Or, what freezes water? Technically the answer could be "degrees." For each of these take place when a certain temperature is reached. For sitting at 211 degrees, a locomotive is simply a statue. Although increasing one degree changes all of that. For when the temperature reaches 212 degrees it begins moving. The same goes for water and the temperature of freezing, all it takes is one degree. It's crazy to me that we can be so close, yet one degree changes everything. Apply this to what Jesus said in Matthew 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it - Matthew 7:13-14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In other words, veering off path leads to destruction. And for anyone who has ever traveled a narrow path you understand that it doesn't take much to get off track. Furthermore think of this in terms of degrees and angles. At one point two lines can be in the same spot, but with the slightest difference in degrees the lines become distant from one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe the same thing takes place in our relationship with Jesus and walking the narrow path laid out in scripture. Choosing to veer slightly from this path will only begin creating a gap between yourself and Christ that only broadens with time. And "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;broad is the road that leads to destruction."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Where have you been veering away from the path?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Lately I have encountered several questions about tithing, where individuals have set their own standard when it comes to giving. Which leads me to the following verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Timothy 6:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The good news is, the same way one degree can change everything for the bad it can also change everything for the good. For once again the locomotive is motionless at 211 degrees, although at 212 degrees it becomes incredibly powerful. Either, or the choice is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7922184592419290913?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7922184592419290913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7922184592419290913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/12/trains-water-and-jesus_06.html' title='Trains, Water and Jesus'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2964427600667836264</id><published>2010-11-30T11:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:59:17.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracelets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Not to long ago bracelets marked with WWJD (What Would Jesus Do?) took the Christian community by storm. Everywhere you seemed to turn in churches across America, you seemed to find someone with one of these bracelets. A Christian fad I actually enjoyed. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Another fad I enjoy are cool Christian coffee shops entitled something like “Bean Renewed,” “EspressYo Faith” &amp;amp; “Holy Grounds” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Although recently another question came to mind, “What Did Jesus Do?” For let’s face it, this question trumps WWJD simply because our salvation hinges on what Jesus did on our behalf in the final chapters of the Gospels. In fact Paul put it this way; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;. 1 Corinthians 15:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The point is this: Jesus took the suffering and guilt for our wrongdoing and paid our penalty. He died and conquered death so we could live. And we will never be able to fully understand what Jesus would do until we embrace what Jesus did for us on the cross. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now I just need to find a bracelet manufacturer to produce the remix “WDJD”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2964427600667836264?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2964427600667836264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2964427600667836264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/11/bracelets.html' title='Bracelets'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8407221751366579268</id><published>2010-11-22T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:22:55.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eiffel Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TOresJaLseI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SlmizgixUPU/s1600/stages_eiffel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TOresJaLseI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SlmizgixUPU/s640/stages_eiffel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the Eiffel Tower? I'm assuming the majority of those reading this post haven't. Which recently had me thinking, why is it none of us doubt the existence of the Eiffel Tower having never been there ourselves? The answer I landed on was this; we believe the Eiffel Tower exists because those who have visited have shown us consistent portraits of the Eiffel Tower in Paris giving us no reason to doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we shouldn't be frustrated with those in our lives who doubt the existence of God and maybe we should be motivated by the fact that we've been displaying inconsistent portraits of who God is. Personally I believe our best approach to dealing with skepticism isn't to argue our point of view, but to simply provide skeptics with a consistent view of God in our everyday lives. Who knows, maybe we'll come off a lot less legalistic and argumentative while having an even greater impact on those living in disbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8407221751366579268?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8407221751366579268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8407221751366579268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/11/eiffel-tower.html' title='The Eiffel Tower'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TOresJaLseI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SlmizgixUPU/s72-c/stages_eiffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-319366067106812096</id><published>2010-11-03T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:17:51.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusion or Vision</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had an idea, dream or thought that seemed insane? Have you ever considered taking major risks or attempting the impossible? I have. And with every idea and dream comes the struggle of discerning whether or not it is an actual vision from God for your life or just a delusion conjured up in your mind. In Steven Furtick's recent book "Sun Stand Still" he addresses how to discern the difference between delusion and true vision by stating the following practical and effective statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the dream in your heart isn't biblically based, focused on Jesus, affirmed by the key people in your life, and tethered to your passions, gifts, and life experiences, chances are, you're way off prompt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What dreams or big ideas consume your mind?&lt;br /&gt;How do your dreams and visions measure up to the above statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don't have dreams or visions at the moment. If that's the case I believe this statement still applies to you and can be helpful in discovering God's vision for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your passions, gifts and life experiences?&lt;br /&gt;What advice are you receiving from the key people in your life?&lt;br /&gt;When reading scripture, what verses challenges and compels you to do more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-319366067106812096?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/319366067106812096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/319366067106812096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/11/delusion-or-vision.html' title='Delusion or Vision'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8181208054121718124</id><published>2010-10-23T17:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:07:55.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriended a Prostitute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Whether it was the lady caught in adultery that the religious folks were trying to kill, Zacheuss the tax collector who everyone hated, or the prostitute that fell at Jesus’ feet in worship; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;we find Jesus not only interacted with them but he took it even further and befriended them. Jesus befriended outcasts, crooks, adulterers, atheist and even a prostitute. Jesus befriended sinners (Matthew 9:10-13). And I believe claiming to be a follower of Christ is accepting the responsibility to do just as he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The problem is we constantly listen to our Christian Music, watch our Christian shows, read our Christian books, hang out with our Christian friends, while speaking our Christian lingo and before you know it we incidentally lose touch with the non believers around us. Now before you write a hate email, understand I’m not against any of these Christian practices. I’m just against losing touch with the hurting world around us. And if we’re not careful the very things intended to build us up can also lead to our isolation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Furthermore I’ve encountered many Christians who believe the idea of befriending non-believers is uncalled for and unacceptable. Banking themselves on statements such as “you become the people you spend time with,” The problem is this is a fearful way of thinking. For this way of thinking communicates that we as believers are more confident in a non-believers ability to influence us, rather than our ability to influence them. We fear that if we befriend the people Jesus befriended they will cause us to stumble into sinful living, instead of us leading them into a life of faith. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The solution isn’t to avoid our responsibilities as followers of Christ because we lack confidence in our ability to befriend and influence others. The solution is to grow in spiritual maturity and confidence in order to live more and more like Jesus. For we can’t claim to be followers of Christ, if we aren’t willing to take the fundamental steps he took. And befriending sinners is something Jesus did consistently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8181208054121718124?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8181208054121718124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8181208054121718124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/10/befriended-prostitute.html' title='Befriended a Prostitute'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6434006125513419540</id><published>2010-10-20T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:56:28.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOY0mjjmx8Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOY0mjjmx8Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6434006125513419540?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6434006125513419540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6434006125513419540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/10/todays-inspiration.html' title='Today&apos;s Inspiration'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6934280681313736743</id><published>2010-10-18T16:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:03:53.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck To A Ceiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLy_-yHZcMI/AAAAAAAAATE/2mtg5dK4j3Y/s1600/3446621631_a574013964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLy_-yHZcMI/AAAAAAAAATE/2mtg5dK4j3Y/s640/3446621631_a574013964.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Church growing up was terrifying at times! There were constantly dramas about the end times and going to Hell. Sermons frequently ended with “you could leave tonight and be hit by a bus!” While the book “Left Behind” had us dreaming nightmares of being held down while some guy in a uniform forced a bar code into our arm. It was frightening. Although by now I was so scared, even being saved scared me. I remember thinking of Jesus returning and all the believers being lifted into the air to be with him. I would say to myself, “I pray to God I’m not indoors when Christ returns.” Think about it; how horrifying would it be if you were stuck to a ceiling while others were outside joining Jesus in the air? (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought of these things.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Needless to say, my faith was based on fear and it only applied to death, the rapture and eternity. Having no purpose for the here and now life as we know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, the thought of missing out on eternity is frightening. Yet if your faith only applies to death and eternity, I’m concerned for you now. I fear you’ll never experience one of the essential reasons Jesus came, which was to give life and life more abundantly (John 10:10). I fear you’ll miss out on all that God has to offer now. Love. Hope. Peace. Strength. Provision. Grace. Protection. Wisdom. Forgiveness. Etc. Etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why else do you think Jesus encouraged us not to worry about tomorrow and to focus on the here and now (Matthew 6:34)? It’s because he has something in store for you today! As well as tomorrow and the days to come, but you can’t miss out on what he has for you in this very moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously! You could be hit by a bus tomorrow! So you mine as well live abundantly today. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(I’m sorry, but that is just such a good line.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6934280681313736743?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6934280681313736743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6934280681313736743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/10/stuck-to-ceiling.html' title='Stuck To A Ceiling'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLy_-yHZcMI/AAAAAAAAATE/2mtg5dK4j3Y/s72-c/3446621631_a574013964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8419301433587788065</id><published>2010-10-11T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:25:55.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in Common</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #810000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All the believers were together and had everything in common.&amp;nbsp;Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need.&amp;nbsp;Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts,&amp;nbsp;praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acts 2:44-47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Across the world church leaders are extending this passage to their congregations as an example of how the church should look: relational, generous, glad, sincere and people were being saved. So as leaders we bank on those challenges. Spend time with one another. Be sensitive to the needs around you; responding in generosity. Live in gladness and sincerity. Reach non believers! Although recently something new about this passage jumped out at me. They "had everything in common."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let's be honest, week after week our churches are filled with wide varieties of people coming from all walks of life. And the likeliness of us having "everything in common" seems far fetched. &amp;nbsp;Which reminds me of something I heard a preacher once say, "it's not so much that Christians tell lies, as much as they sing lies." Think about it. Our weekly services are filled with times of praise &amp;amp; worship where we sing wonderful things about our God. Songs like "You are my everything" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT3z-uZaX-8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2c5fc9; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to listen and view lyrics). Yet from the same lips come "I have nothing in common with anyone here."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I believe the moment we truly have "everything in common" will be the moment the following challenges are fulfilled within our churches:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Spend time with one another, enjoying life together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Be sensitive to the needs around you; responding in generosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Live in gladness and sincerity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Reach non believers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is God your Everything? And are you connecting with others who have that in common with you? Let's not just sing about it, let's be about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you attend Victory Church, I encourage you to join a small group today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #343434; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8419301433587788065?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8419301433587788065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8419301433587788065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/10/everything-in-common_9829.html' title='Everything in Common'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7006217888932359876</id><published>2010-10-09T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:46:49.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers &amp; Questions</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was "Daddy-Daughter Date Day." We began with coffee and a sippy cup and ended with a walk in the park. No stroller. No diaper bag. No toys. Just my daughter and I in a park full of sculptures, bridges and fountains. It was awesome! And once again, I found myself learning from my 11 month old who was far more amazed with the feeling of grass on her bare feet and some tiny flowers than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLB47x9sdsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ON0CubFz6wg/s1600/Riley+Picking+Flowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLB47x9sdsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ON0CubFz6wg/s640/Riley+Picking+Flowers.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized the need to slow down and enjoy the small things in life. To live at my daughters pace rather than my own. To find value in the things that often get overlooked. While cherishing the simple moments we have with those we love. Maybe you can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other moments I was relieved by her inability to ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLB-KJJaQ7I/AAAAAAAAARw/jmb8FwHZLPA/s1600/Riley+w+Questions.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLB-KJJaQ7I/AAAAAAAAARw/jmb8FwHZLPA/s640/Riley+w+Questions.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7006217888932359876?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7006217888932359876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7006217888932359876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/10/flowers-questions.html' title='Flowers &amp; Questions'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TLB47x9sdsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ON0CubFz6wg/s72-c/Riley+Picking+Flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-220298700498891521</id><published>2010-10-05T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:30:53.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish He Didn't Say That</title><content type='html'>Have you ever found yourself during times of worship, prayer or studying God's Word responding to God's commands for our life with "I wish he didn't say that?" I have. In fact recently I had the opportunity of speaking on this very topic and how it pertains to us as individuals. For let's face it, God challenges us to live in ways that are extremely uncomfortable at times while contradicting the very nature of our world. Although it never fails, the times we are able to break through our personal comfort and preferences are the times we find ourselves most fulfilled. For it's in those times we step into who God has created us to be and the specific purpose he has for each of our lives. Which is to be the light of the world, representing him in all that we do. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15542819"&gt;Click here to watch this message. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-220298700498891521?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/220298700498891521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/220298700498891521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/10/i-wish-he-didnt-say-that_5098.html' title='I Wish He Didn&apos;t Say That'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8872349182157636761</id><published>2010-09-28T00:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:47:13.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote A Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TKGBsQZ47HI/AAAAAAAAARo/oIVohzjC7gY/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TKGBsQZ47HI/AAAAAAAAARo/oIVohzjC7gY/s640/photo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Two of my favorite things about Oklahoma is Mark Roberts and the other is listening to Mark share stories from his experiences working internationally in the oil industry. Mark has had some outrageous experiences in some of the worlds most random places. And his excitement and joy for life is contagious. Not to mention he's always surprising me with something new. Today while grabbing something to eat Mark said "I Wrote A Song." He proceeded to tell me the following lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s the Jesus in me loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s his love mind and spirit that make me do the things I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So please try to understand when I share his works with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s just Jesus in me loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I hope you’ll understand what I’m trying to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I’m not trying to preach, it just comes out that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I love the Lord so much He is all I ever talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And His Words are powerful, I just want to shout it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When the spirit of the lord swells up in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;His words just seem to flow like rivers to the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The Lord knows your heart and everything you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I am just His instrument, His mouth, Hands, and Feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8872349182157636761?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8872349182157636761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8872349182157636761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/i-wrote-song_28.html' title='I Wrote A Song'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TKGBsQZ47HI/AAAAAAAAARo/oIVohzjC7gY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4232222696445701958</id><published>2010-09-27T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:00:23.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>If you're like me you love stories. Especially the ones that seem to bring you along for the journey. The type of stories that leave you inspired, with thoughts of "I want to be apart of a story like that." This is one of those stories. In fact, this is the greatest story ever told. Perhaps you've heard it or know someone who hasn't. Either one, I encourage you to &lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://viewthestory.com/embed/text.js?id=1950&amp;amp;text=Read The Story"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4232222696445701958?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4232222696445701958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4232222696445701958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/story_9555.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7618575325819684423</id><published>2010-09-23T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:31:24.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Freestyle</title><content type='html'>I can remember vividly the night I told Kristin I love her. My goodness was I ever nervous. I actually remember rehearsing the entire scene. How I would lead into it? Would I talk in a low/sexy voice like those you hear in a 90's R&amp;amp;B track? Should I have her sit down? You get the point. Although in all my rehearsing nothing could have prepared me for what would happen next. For her response to my "I Love You" was "Prove It!" "Sing to me and make it a country song. And make it up yourself!" Now there's no shame in my game but looking back I'm shocked I even attempted to do so. Not to mention she actually enjoyed it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is this, love moves you to action. And I mean outside the box, unthinkable and unrehearsed ways of acting. Love propels you to engage in moments you'll never forget. For when love becomes the fuel that generates movement in your life there's no telling what you'll do next. Yet in order to give love, one must have love. Which begins with the heart of God. And with each experience we have in God's unfailing love, we ourselves are being filled with love. Meaning we must be full of love in order for it to overflow through our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps many people are failing to love, simply because love is not in them. One must understand that loving others is a byproduct of loving God and when the two are reversed the outcome is drastically different. Make sure you're loving on full rather than on empty today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7618575325819684423?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7618575325819684423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7618575325819684423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/country-freestyle.html' title='Country Freestyle'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8108447567930860237</id><published>2010-09-21T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:35:34.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Failure = Success?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TJjzkwG3YrI/AAAAAAAAARI/purSCvZI1p0/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-19+at+9.17.05+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TJjzkwG3YrI/AAAAAAAAARI/purSCvZI1p0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-19+at+9.17.05+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519429156057080498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If failing is not succeeding the question I have is can a failure be a success? Can a goal not be met and still be considered a great accomplishment? Can a loss become a win? Perhaps our best gauge in answering these questions is simply time. For only time can allow us the opportunity to gain perspective, while determining one's attempt as a success or failure. Did Martin Luther King Jr. fail? Was his dream not successful because he died before it came to pass? No! How about Peter and his attempt to walk on water? At first it seems as though he fails and Jesus corrects him about his lack of faith while the other 11 seem to have made the right choice of playing it safe. Although let time pass by and no one reads Peter's attempt as a fail, but as an incredible accomplishment that now inspires millions around the world to take leaps of faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand that goals are established to draw you to higher levels. And just because you may not reach the peak you were aiming for, don't overlook the height you've actually reached. For the greatest success stories are mapped out with what appears to be failure after failure. Yet in time no one recognizes these stories as failed attempts. Perhaps success can merely be measured by one's consistent ability to bounce back after experiencing failure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was your latest failure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're not failing, are your goals to low?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What failed attempts in your life were actually successes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What goal are you currently working towards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday our goal was to hit 400 in attendance as a church. We reached 381. Not to mention 9 individuals gave their lives to Christ! So did we fail or succeed? For though we came up 19 short, one must realize that the week before we had 158 people attend church. Meaning we failed to hit 400, yet we managed to do the unthinkable. Our church more than doubled in only one weeks time! And if time is the judge, considering all the church growth studies; what took place on September 19th was monumental! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8108447567930860237?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8108447567930860237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8108447567930860237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/can-failure-success.html' title='Can Failure = Success?'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TJjzkwG3YrI/AAAAAAAAARI/purSCvZI1p0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-19+at+9.17.05+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4202513452690861910</id><published>2010-09-15T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:20:59.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy The Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TJE1CSRDuZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s9dt7mjtBNM/s1600/erase+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TJE1CSRDuZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s9dt7mjtBNM/s400/erase+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517249331884964242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate roller coasters! Paying for a suicide experience just doesn't make a ton of sense to me. Nor does throwing up your $8 nachos or riding no hands/arms extended while dropping straight down and doing flips. Although I've learned there are certain things we control and others we simply don't. The cost of admission and nachos is something we can choose to pay or not pay. While riding with our hands in the air or not has no influence on the ride itself. Once you're on and strapped in there's very little you can do or control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To many times I've heard believers throw out the phrase "Let Go and Let God." Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of meaning there. Although plastering it on bumper stickers, t-shirts and singing it in songs has made it sound far easier than it really is. Maybe that's because the lives we claim to live by faith still allow us to control things. I believe it's a faith issue. If we honestly examine the foot steps many of us are claiming to walk in, we would find they lead us into situations we lack all control while God sits in the driver seat. Perhaps our focus shouldn't simply be letting go, but more so putting ourselves in positions with God where letting go or holding on doesn't even matter. At that point God is already in control and we've been strapped in for an incredible adventure. Enjoy the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4202513452690861910?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4202513452690861910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4202513452690861910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/enjoy-ride.html' title='Enjoy The Ride'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TJE1CSRDuZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s9dt7mjtBNM/s72-c/erase+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5605071845915475876</id><published>2010-09-13T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:13:00.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Doing Wrong!</title><content type='html'>It seems a popular a message being gained from Christianity is "stop doing wrong!" Adding to the belief that the Bible is simply a book of rules and restraints. Not to mention as Christians we seem to only be drawn to what scripture says not to do, instead of all the commands instructing us what to do. It's as if Christians believe doing right is to not do wrong. Or to not do wrong allows them to possibly do right. Two mindsets that I think leave people over analyzing everything, while hesitating to actually live the way God calls us to live. Our ability to not do wrong doesn't produce right doing. Although I believe our ability to do right eliminates our urges to do wrong. For it's an ongoing process of learning to do right not through pressure and guilt, but through a desire to live in rhythm with God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Isaiah 1:16-17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stop doing wrong, learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly many reading this verse gravitate to "stop doing wrong" while overlooking it's meaning. "Learn to do right!" And to get you started try the following: "seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow." Perhaps we would become so consumed and delighted in doing right, that we won't even have time to fall into doing wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you do today? Plan your work and work your plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5605071845915475876?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5605071845915475876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5605071845915475876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/stop-doing-wrong.html' title='Stop Doing Wrong!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3169273938976163526</id><published>2010-09-11T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:48:47.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>72 Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TIxYaKnYCoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/EJIMB6rCMro/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+11.23.29+AM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="383" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515880850171366018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TIxYaKnYCoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/EJIMB6rCMro/s640/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+11.23.29+AM.png" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't believe it's been 15 years since the Chicago Bulls won 72 games and set a mark that continues to be untouchable by other great teams. It amazes me that what captivated me at the age of 10, has me glued to my TV once again as I'm watching one of ESPN's Hardwood Classics. The Bulls were incredible! They not only shattered records; they revolutionized the game of basketball.  And in the meantime millions of us jumped on the band wagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The point is winning unites people. Everyone wants to be victorious and experience greatness. The question is how many of us are willing to take it one game at at time? For without winning games 1,2 &amp;amp; 3 the Bulls would have never won their 72nd. They would have never won a championship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The problem is we all want the 72 wins and the Championship without the exhibition games, practices and games 1,2 &amp;amp; 3. Ironically the same way the Bulls' season began with far less media attention, fans and championship rings at stake. Our journey towards greatness also begins with winning the small battles in our life. For when we develop a winning record, we become capable of leading others into victorious living. We find ourselves pioneering movements that lead to greatness. And trust me; that's a band wagon people across the world are willing to jump on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When was the last time you experienced a victory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What are the small battles in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who are the people in your life helping you win? Your team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where in your life do you lack discipline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What is your championship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3169273938976163526?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3169273938976163526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3169273938976163526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/09/72-wins.html' title='72 Wins'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TIxYaKnYCoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/EJIMB6rCMro/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+11.23.29+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4566602152196693033</id><published>2010-08-26T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:07:45.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Dream Society - Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead. - James 2:14-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The answer to James' rhetorical question in verse fourteen is obviously no. Yet the way we often respond to devastation in our world, has us answering "yes." It's as if we fail to recognize the call to action within our faith. The opportunity inviting us to be apart of the greatest story ever told. To be a Disciple of Jesus. Meaning to live a life of compassion and sacrifice just as Jesus lived. The type of living that wouldn't tolerate a Human Trafficking Industry that profits 32 billion dollars each year. Which is why we must do something about it! For if faith without action is dead, let us choose life and the opportunity to rescue the lives of many unfortunate women and children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Saturday August 28th, Victory Church in Norman and the Beautiful Dream Society will be hosting "Traffic Jam" - a free concert to End Human Trafficking. The event is from 7-10pm and childcare will be provided. Below is more information about Beautiful Dream Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/THbpNhFMKQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hp-KWsqNCns/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+3.43.20+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/THbpNhFMKQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hp-KWsqNCns/s400/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+3.43.20+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509847612562090242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Our goal is to raise awareness, take legal action where appropriate, and offer rehabilitation services to rescued victims of human trafficking in order to fight this injustice from a comprehensive approach. Additionally, we want to branch out to address this issue from a preventative standpoint, to cripple the human trafficking trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Surrounded by South Africa, in the tiny mountain kingdom of Lesotho with the third highest HIV infection rate in the world where 29.8% are HIV positive, trafficking in women, boys and girls is thriving for reasons of sexual exploitation, pornography, domestic servitude, forced labour and other criminal activities. At the Beautiful Dream Society, through our Project Center and Crisis Care Shelter in Ladybrand, South Africa our dream is to see lives made beautiful. Anyone can join – everyone can make a difference."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4566602152196693033?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4566602152196693033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4566602152196693033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/beautiful-dream-society-traffic-jam_26.html' title='Beautiful Dream Society - Traffic Jam'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/THbpNhFMKQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hp-KWsqNCns/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+3.43.20+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6159610955844024255</id><published>2010-08-23T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:00:43.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like A Rockstar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Ever wonder why some Christians seem miserable with life? Or why they appear Bored Again rather than Born Again? For whatever reason, there is this ongoing struggle within the body of believers that hinders them from living a life of celebration with God. Whether it's an ignorant view of scripture as simply a book of rules or one's unwillingness to navigate beyond their comfort zone; many Christians are missing the point! We are called to be the Light of the World, yet at the moment it seems places like Vegas are claiming that position while Christians hide in the shadows of their misery and legalism. Furthermore it's as if Christians have developed their own 4H Club (Homosexuality, Halloween, Hollywood and Harry Potter) minimizing the overall purpose of the church as well as our responsibilities as believers. In the end our focus shouldn't be to develop secluded clubs that make people miserable, but rather demonstrate life to the fullest through celebrations no Night Club could compare to. That's why Jesus came! So that we could experience life and life to the fullest! In fact not only does God command his people through scripture to take part in celebrations/parties, he has also invited each of us through Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;to join him in the greatest party ever. One that will literally last forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Meaning our God Parties Like A Rockstar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Below is a list of God/Jesus emphasizing the importance of celebrations/parties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;God loves a party so much that he commanded -- not suggested -- commanded his children to take time off work to faithfully enjoy times together with him and each othe&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;r&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;1. The feast of dedication -- John 10:22 -- held in the winter month every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;2. The feast of Jubilee -- Leviticus 25:8 -- 12 -- once every 50 years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;3. The feast of the new Moon -- numbers 10:10 -- trumpets and entertainment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;4. The feast of Pentecost -- 50 days after the harvest -- Leviticus 23:15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;5. The feast of Purim -- middle of the 12th month -- with feasting, gladness, and sharing of gifts --Esther&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;6.The feast of the sabbatical year -- every seventh year -- Leviticus 25:2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;7.The feast of Tabernacles -- was a joyous, weeklong annual feast of singing and camping out -- Exodus 23:16&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;8.The feast of Passover -- was an annual weeklong feast -- Leviticus 23:5 -- Exodus 12:6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;9.The feast of trumpets -- held on the first day of the seventh month -- but numbers 29:1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;10.The anniversary feasts -- Exodus 23: 14 -- were times of gratitude, joy, gladness, and entertainment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;Jesus loved a good party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;1. He did his first miracle at a wedding party John 2:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;2. Jesus was anointed at a dinner party -- Luke 7:36&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;3. Jesus ate his last meal at a supper party -- Matthew 26:17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;4. Jesus said the father throws a party -- every time a sinner repents -- Luke 15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;5. It’s why the Pharisees got upset with Jesus -- he was too interested in parties -- Luke 7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;6. Jesus compared the kingdom of heaven -- to a big-time banquet - Luke 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6159610955844024255?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6159610955844024255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6159610955844024255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/party-like-rockstar_23.html' title='Party Like A Rockstar!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4095973391362729684</id><published>2010-08-17T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:05:14.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TG6KGwLCwmI/AAAAAAAAANw/oI_1-5SZX_4/s1600/2215591505_46c80bae0c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TG6KGwLCwmI/AAAAAAAAANw/oI_1-5SZX_4/s400/2215591505_46c80bae0c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507491242935763554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TG6JblDIFMI/AAAAAAAAANo/hOH7pj1e7fA/s1600/2226679846_5ca8e64473_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TG6JblDIFMI/AAAAAAAAANo/hOH7pj1e7fA/s1600/2226679846_5ca8e64473_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't count the times I've heard Christians express their frustration with non believers, constantly saying things like "I can't stand it when..." or "I just wanted to go off on them." One person even told me they had to leave the room because of the phrase that was on someones shirt. Ironically these are the same people Jesus commanded us to love. In fact if we're really walking in the foot steps of Christ we find that loving them requires serving them. Furthermore the love demonstrated by Jesus ultimately led to the giving of his life for all man kind. So when I hear people make these statements, I begin to wonder if it's something deeper than our inability to love. Perhaps our ability to love is being hindered by our inability to even tolerate those around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Luke 7, Jesus is invited to a dinner party filled with people living in sin. Shockingly the portrait of Jesus in this scene looks nothing like the Jesus we often portray. It says in verse 36&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee's house and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;reclined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; at the table.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Meaning Jesus was comfortable being around sinners and non believers. I believe it's Jesus' ability to break through tolerance that enables him to love those he encounters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My question is, who can't you tolerate? What person or group of people get your blood boiling? Who do you find yourself losing patience with and becoming irritated and judgmental? For I believe when Jesus commanded us to love all man kind, he was including those same people. Yet because of our inability to tolerate those people, we find ourselves handcuffed unable to love as Jesus loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4095973391362729684?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4095973391362729684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4095973391362729684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/incredible-tolerance.html' title='Incredible Tolerance'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TG6KGwLCwmI/AAAAAAAAANw/oI_1-5SZX_4/s72-c/2215591505_46c80bae0c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8231048074005003725</id><published>2010-08-15T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:30:36.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School Outeach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday we hosted our annual Back To School Outreach. The event consisted of: slip n slides being hosed down by the Fire Dept, giant inflatables, all you can eat free food/concessions and most importantly free back packs and school supplies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The event concluded with hours of fun, along with 457 students leaving fully equipped for the new school year. Below are some pictures of the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5sidF8cI/AAAAAAAAANg/EUczAA0Wg50/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5sidF8cI/AAAAAAAAANg/EUczAA0Wg50/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643613042110914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5rw0826I/AAAAAAAAANY/CMb2KwXrpds/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5rw0826I/AAAAAAAAANY/CMb2KwXrpds/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643599720405922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5rtKHbUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gbRRxbnj3T4/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5rtKHbUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gbRRxbnj3T4/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643598735437122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5rOggOtI/AAAAAAAAANI/ymrAN8hPmlQ/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5rOggOtI/AAAAAAAAANI/ymrAN8hPmlQ/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643590507838162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf49hyAdOI/AAAAAAAAANA/JtGI_i6dakY/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf49hyAdOI/AAAAAAAAANA/JtGI_i6dakY/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642805407544546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf49SbEw3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GPDH5du__kQ/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf49SbEw3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GPDH5du__kQ/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642801284825970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf482hgf6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/0za5IEpnpks/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf482hgf6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/0za5IEpnpks/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642793795616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf48VFt0KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HouEmjMMlMU/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf48VFt0KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HouEmjMMlMU/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642784820678818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4712nxwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YVQAAFt8z6Y/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4712nxwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YVQAAFt8z6Y/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642776435869442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4R0vZJbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Up4JE1NOMSg/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4R0vZJbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Up4JE1NOMSg/s400/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642054582609330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4RPSa_xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WWjVtlVvD-Q/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4RPSa_xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WWjVtlVvD-Q/s400/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642044528983826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4QZrM4BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9MZ9S6ZtIGw/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4QZrM4BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9MZ9S6ZtIGw/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642030137401362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4QIrATgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iZpYuQLE5qs/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4QIrATgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iZpYuQLE5qs/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642025573174786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4PvwDDRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YCIi64SKSAw/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf4PvwDDRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YCIi64SKSAw/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642018883439890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3bbJ9H9I/AAAAAAAAALw/cdtFjPMYMeU/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3bbJ9H9I/AAAAAAAAALw/cdtFjPMYMeU/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641120001761234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3a-pbOKI/AAAAAAAAALo/lDS6w-uMfVQ/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3a-pbOKI/AAAAAAAAALo/lDS6w-uMfVQ/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641112349128866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3asqJIkI/AAAAAAAAALg/AFSVTN4_IEY/s1600/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3asqJIkI/AAAAAAAAALg/AFSVTN4_IEY/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641107520299586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3aETd6hI/AAAAAAAAALY/LvpcW-EOXi0/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3aETd6hI/AAAAAAAAALY/LvpcW-EOXi0/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641096687774226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3Zl5uMzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IyrJunpBKeg/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf3Zl5uMzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IyrJunpBKeg/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641088526725938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8231048074005003725?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8231048074005003725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8231048074005003725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/back-to-school-outeach.html' title='Back To School Outeach'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/TGf5sidF8cI/AAAAAAAAANg/EUczAA0Wg50/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7840368087894215295</id><published>2010-08-10T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:48:31.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The King's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 1329 while dying on a battlefield Robert The Bruce, the King of Scotland requested that his heart be removed from his chest and returned to his people with honor. Reluctantly 2nd in command James Douglas granted the kings request, wearing it around his neck during the battle and battles to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At one point, out numbered and retreating. Douglas removed the King's heart from around his neck and while throwing it back into the midst of the enemy shouted "Fight For The Heart of The King!" Shockingly Douglass and his men reversed the momentum of the battle, claiming Victory over their superior opponent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe it's time we embrace this same warrior like faith. A faith that says, despite the wars I'm in and the attacks of the enemy; I'm going to stand bold and courageous. And like a David facing Goliath I'm going to run towards the battles in my life. It's time we move into the war zone we call society that has Christians retreating and reverse it's momentum as we "Fight For The Heart of The King!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A King whose Heart longs for the weak, the oppressed and the hurting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A King who embraces the neglected, while loving the unloveable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A King who strengthens and gives shelter to his people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;A King who will not lose! And has invited us to be apart of an incredible Victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Let us "Fight For The Heart of The King!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7840368087894215295?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7840368087894215295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7840368087894215295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/kings-heart.html' title='The King&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2745574579142024778</id><published>2010-08-06T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:02:10.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/2585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/s_2585.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="209" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riley's 1st Time Swinging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/2587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/s_2587.jpg" border="0" width="209" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/2588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/s_2588.jpg" border="0" width="209" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging Curtains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/s_2589.jpg" border="0" width="209" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kristin's Amazing New Cookie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/2590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/s_2590.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="209" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our New Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/2591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/06/s_2591.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="209" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2745574579142024778?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2745574579142024778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2745574579142024778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/life-in-oklahoma.html' title='Life in Oklahoma'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5341688313484980230</id><published>2010-08-03T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:12:52.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS</title><content type='html'>Today is officially my first day in the office, my fourth day in Oklahoma City and the 17th time I've heard "rerouting" from my GPS. I recently downloaded the GPS app on my iPhone knowing I would have a hard time finding my way around Oklahoma City. Although I'm still getting lost! Whether there has been construction, traffic that won't let me get over, or just the fact that I'm directionally challenged, I keep taking the wrong turns. The good news is, every time I take a wrong turn Annabel (GPS Voice) says "rerouting." Meaning what's done is done, now lets continue moving forward getting you to where you need to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's one of the most remarkable things about God. No matter how many times we take the wrong turn in life God never fails to speak up, "rerouting" us to where we need to be. In the end whether it's Annabel leading me to church or God directing us through life, we find ourselves arriving at where we need to be. The kicker is, we just have to be willing to continue following the directions that lead us forward to where we need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5341688313484980230?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5341688313484980230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5341688313484980230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/gps.html' title='GPS'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2384029174137829350</id><published>2010-08-02T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:52:14.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheel Barrel</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Pastor Adam spoke on being created for the moment. He went on to emphasize that it’s not your ability but rather your availability when seizing the moment. He also added that whatever your moment looks like, it’s going to require some risk. For “if you can handle it on your own, I’m pretty sure God isn’t in it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended with the story of when The Great Blondin (Tightrope Walker) crossed over Niagara Falls while pushing a wheel barrel. “The crowd went crazy when Blondin made it to the other side.” Yet Blondin instantly silenced the crowd when he asked for a volunteer to get in the wheel barrel and cross back over the falls. And in a crowd full of people drawn to the risk, only one young man was truly willing to take the risk and get in the wheel barrel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I thought to myself, “I feel like I’m in a wobbly wheel barrel right now.” This past week Kristin and I along with our 9 month old daughter Riley pulled away from everything we know. Our Families. Our Friends. Our Jobs. Our Home. We even had to say good bye to summers in  the 80s and Mall of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention we’ll most likely be forced to short sale on our home in Minnesota here soon. Which leads me to my favorite line in Adam’s message. “Do you think Christ was comfortable being beaten and bruised, while hanging naked from a tree? Absolutely not! It’s not suppose to be comfortable!” It’s suppose to be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment there are few things that seem certain in our life:&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely hot and humid!&lt;br /&gt;Financially impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We were called to the city of Norman for this very moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s On!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2384029174137829350?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2384029174137829350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2384029174137829350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/08/wheel-barrel.html' title='The Wheel Barrel'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4421293415392674466</id><published>2010-07-20T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:03:59.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Present</title><content type='html'>At the moment people all over the world are forgetting the present. Today’s opportunities are being overlooked as people stress over tomorrow. And when tomorrow arrives, their focus will once again be directed towards what’s ahead. What the future holds is important, but the very moment we are living in is irreplaceable. Tonight parents will resort to the television rather than tucking their kids into bed. People will drive by the homeless, ignoring the urge to show compassion. Today’s bitterness will be harbored until tomorrow. And people will lose sight of incredible dreams due to the distractions of our everyday lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time progresses the dreams that once propelled our lives fade into the distance, while mediocrity and complacency become permanent residence. It’s like my father once told me, “you become the people you spend the most time with.” The same goes for mediocrity and complacency. Choose them over spending time with your dreams and embracing the present and before you know it they become your instinctive nature. Although, the choice is yours. For the present is a present. It’s a gift that is both given and received by none other than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning you decide whether or not, your present will be a gift. So what will it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4421293415392674466?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4421293415392674466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4421293415392674466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/07/present.html' title='The Present'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5968767861829273524</id><published>2010-07-11T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:05:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes</title><content type='html'>I remember my first time flying at the age 14. For many, that’s a long time before ever flying. Although I am proud to say growing up my family did vacations the old fashioned way. We drove places. Yet that first flight was unforgettable. In fact 11 years later sitting here in an airport I find myself flashing back to that moment. For me there is something about flying that is so energizing. The whole experience of walking through an airport, to boarding the plane, to taking off excites me. The idea of being around so many people who are all going places just captivates me. Perhaps that’s because in life we don’t always find ourselves going places. If anything we slip into the habit of fulfilling an often predictable and boring routine. We find ourselves standing still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In scripture Jesus does something incredible. He feeds five thousand men, not including women and children with only five loaves of bread and two fish. Personally if I experience or witness something that miraculous; I’m celebrating! I’m going to take a minute to soak in the moment. You know, the type of moments that make you feel comfortable, never wanting to move. And that’s the difference I’m discovering between Jesus and myself. He didn’t stop. In Matthew 14:22 following the verse that says he fed over 5 thousand people it says, “Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd.” In other words, “get a head start and I’ll catch up.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m guessing the disciples were in shock over what just happened and immediately boarding a boat may have seemed strange at the moment. What they didn’t know was Jesus had them moving on to another work of God where two men would walk on water in the middle of a storm; incredible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is why we experience disconnect from Christ at times. Because we are standing still and he is moving on to the next incredible work of God. I’m guessing that if we would strive to keep pace with him, not only would we find ourselves going places in life. We would also experience an undeniably energizing fulfillment through being a follower of Christ. A follower of one who immediately responds to opportunities that allow God to be revealed and the miraculous to take place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5968767861829273524?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5968767861829273524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5968767861829273524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/07/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8476069734689100032</id><published>2010-07-07T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:28:10.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Folding Chairs</title><content type='html'>For years The Bible has been the #1 selling book in the world, and according to some the least read. It seems that though The Bible is still being massed produced, an overall knowledge of it’s content continues to plummet. And who is buying all these Bibles? Christians! Meaning, Christians are the ones plummeting in their knowledge of God’s word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a Bible study with a church member, he asked me “can we meet for Bible study everyday?” And then was offended when I told him I wouldn’t be able to commit to that. That’s when I pointed out that he didn’t even bring his Bible with him to our Bible study. Helping him to notice that what he was really asking was, “will you do my daily devotions for me?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to tell him, Bibles are like Folding Chairs. You can never fully rely on God’s Word, receiving it’s support in life if you never open it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, fashionable/mini sized Bibles with hard to read tiny print, along with PowerPoints displaying scripture have enabled believers to become accustomed to God’s Word being spoon-fed. Perhaps it’s time we say no to spoon feeding believers and begin encouraging them to open up their own Bibles and discover the most dependable source offered to man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8476069734689100032?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8476069734689100032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8476069734689100032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/07/folding-chairs.html' title='Folding Chairs'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6996550033340351409</id><published>2010-07-01T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:07:43.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Last night Kristin and I went and seen the new Twilight movie (some avid fans prefer Eclipse, The Trilogy or The Twilight Saga). None the less we went, because Kristin really enjoys the Twilight thing. Not because in any way I'm a closet fan. Have I seen all the movies? Yes. Do I own them? Yes. Is there a Team Edward shirt in my closet? Yes (it's my wife's). Personally I'm on Team Jacob. Only because if my wife is going to be on any guy's team, it's going to be the one who most resembles me. The bulging biceps, chiseled abs and incredible tan kind of give it away. We're twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a fan or not, which hesitantly I admit I am a fan. The new Twilight movie is pretty cool flick. Yeah there's the awkward romantic parts, that actually lead to a make out scene. Although let the record stand, Edward brought the action to a halt telling Bella he wouldn't go any further until they were married. Personally I could have done without that scene. Yet I do appreciate America's heart throb Edward, sending the message that resisting temptation and remaining pure is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my favorite part of the entire movie, which in no way is any spoiler alert. Was simple a line from Bella. In a conversation about becoming a vampire, she said something along the lines "I've never really fit into this world and I now realize it's because I was created for so much more than just this ordinary life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtract the vampire scenario and replace Edward with Jesus and you find a very common point most followers of Christ experienced prior to becoming a Christian. This point of realizing that you weren't made for this world. That you were made for so much more than just an ordinary life. For in John 18:36 Jesus said, "My kingdom is not of this world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you haven't reached that point, but sense you don't quite fit into this fallen world. Perhaps it's time for you to accept Jesus' invitation to join that Kingdom, becoming who you were created to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6996550033340351409?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6996550033340351409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6996550033340351409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/07/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3568552849894117898</id><published>2010-06-29T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:51:28.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving!</title><content type='html'>Recently Kristin and I accepted the Campus Pastor position for Victory Church in Norman Oklahoma, the home of Oklahoma University. After 4 incredible years of being on staff at Crossroads Church and spending the last 6 months as interim Lead Pastor of Oak View Church, it is now time to say good bye and move onto the next work God has called us to. To say we're experiencing mixed emotions is simply an under statement. Saying good bye to your family and friends, as well as the place your dreams first began is an extremely difficult task to handle. While at the same time pursuing an opportunity that encompasses our calling, our passion, our dreams and so much more is one of the most exciting things we've done as a couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what Paul says in the book of Acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Acts 20:22-24 &lt;br /&gt;"And now, compelled by the Spirit, I am going to Jerusalem, not knowing what will happen to me there. I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me. However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I love most about this passage is "And now, compelled by the Spirit, I am going to Jerusalem, not knowing what will happen to me there." For us at the moment, all we know is God is calling us to move to Oklahoma and be apart of a great work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as:&lt;br /&gt;Where will you live?  &lt;br /&gt;What's your new phone number?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;When will you be back to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Along with a million other questions; we're just don't know yet. The two things we do know is this is where God is leading us, and there will be some challenges along the way. Something I have learned to call "Certain Uncertainty" - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;undoubtedly knowing this is God's will despite all the doubts your facing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3568552849894117898?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3568552849894117898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3568552849894117898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/06/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re Moving!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3121954674474712175</id><published>2010-06-23T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:46:52.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Recently I've had a million questions running through my mind. I have found that questions are the most effective way for me to analyze things. Especially when it comes to my life. Below I've listed some of the questions I've been contemplating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's God saying in my devotional time?&lt;br /&gt;What dreams am I chasing?&lt;br /&gt;Where am I headed in life?&lt;br /&gt;What new lessons have I recently learned?&lt;br /&gt;What am I most passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;What priorities do I need to rearrange? &lt;br /&gt;How can I be a better husband/father?&lt;br /&gt;What consumes my day?&lt;br /&gt;Am I content or comfortable? (Two very different things)&lt;br /&gt;What are the people close to me saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! What would Jesus Do? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3121954674474712175?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3121954674474712175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3121954674474712175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/06/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1493943924098931699</id><published>2010-06-21T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:49:16.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Our Father refreshes us on the journey with pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home." C.S.Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend the girls and I stayed four nights in a hotel. And it never seems to fail, I always have this unique pleasure of walking into a hotel room where the bed is perfectly made and the bathroom is spotless, stocked with all brand new toiletries. The TV has a million channels and most places still have a Bible waiting on the night stand. Initially arriving at a hotel is awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the scene changes after a few days. Now living out of a suitcase, clothes are scattered throughout the room. Your clean clothes are limited as the dirty clothes pile continues to grow without a place to wash them. You're now opening your third bottle of shampoo and your skin is drying out from the body wash that smells nothing like Old Spice. Before you know it you're aggravated and on each others nerves confined to the same room. What was initially awesome, now has you wanting to check out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true in our journey with Christ. There are moments we arrive at places that initially seem awesome. We're comfortable. We're at peace. We've been provided for. And God couldn't be any closer as if he's sitting on the night stand. The problem is God has intended for us to be in these moments temporarily, while we attempt to make them a permanent residence. And before you know it we've become aggravated, on the verge of checking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I've witnessed to many believers check out of the journey completely. Never realizing God had another hotel experience in store for them. It's as though we're expecting a rest area, but refusing to get back on the road that leads to it. Perhaps it's time we avoid complacency, remaining steadfast in our journey with Christ. Why settle for one great experience with God, when you could have several?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1493943924098931699?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1493943924098931699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1493943924098931699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/06/hotels.html' title='Hotels'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4602322339713984919</id><published>2010-06-19T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:44:29.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riley Learning to Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37d6d4b990741d20" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37d6d4b990741d20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330932381%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C9BDAE2C9A2DA3C08AF9CF0CE3C227CCF0ED6F5.3A83222D6513FA9A8792E94AC568B810CB219DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37d6d4b990741d20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWSrZ0-frpEFyStKU5xIujVhNSlY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37d6d4b990741d20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330932381%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C9BDAE2C9A2DA3C08AF9CF0CE3C227CCF0ED6F5.3A83222D6513FA9A8792E94AC568B810CB219DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37d6d4b990741d20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWSrZ0-frpEFyStKU5xIujVhNSlY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4602322339713984919?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4602322339713984919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4602322339713984919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/06/riley-learning-to-walk.html' title='Riley Learning to Walk'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8208379946784477493</id><published>2010-06-17T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:31:12.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>"It's not going to be easy, it's going to be worth it." - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christ Followers we often assume Jesus is leading us into a life without struggles or suffering. It seems as though we're only drawn to the promises that appear to make life easier. The sad thing about this way of thinking is; nothing about Jesus' life was easy. So how can we convince ourselves that following Christ should be any different? I believe Jesus' invitation to follow him was never presented as an easy way out. Rather Jesus' invitation was something worth the risk and struggles. This means, following Christ is actually harder at times rather than easier. Not to mention most of God's promises are fulfilled while maintaining our faith in times of suffering. For God never promised an easy journey leading to eternity. He promised that if we will place our faith in him, the reward at the end of our journey will be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we need to take Jesus' advice and count the cost. Perhaps we need to stop pursuing a life of ease and begin pursuing a life of worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8208379946784477493?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8208379946784477493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8208379946784477493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/06/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8098426481190339103</id><published>2010-06-10T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:50:12.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Video - For Anyone Planning A Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11501569"&gt;"Sunday's Coming" Movie Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northpointmedia"&gt;North Point Media&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8098426481190339103?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8098426481190339103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8098426481190339103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/06/funny-video-for-anyone-planning-service.html' title='Funny Video - For Anyone Planning A Service'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-350049648083248246</id><published>2010-03-10T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:49:53.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S5fNPZlesfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5INbuJMFnXc/s1600-h/peeps1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S5fNPZlesfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5INbuJMFnXc/s400/peeps1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447047938777723378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us and others on April 3rd for our Easter Egg Hunt from 12 - 2pm. Followed by our Easter service the next day on Sunday at 10am. We hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-350049648083248246?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/350049648083248246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/350049648083248246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/03/easter.html' title='Easter!!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S5fNPZlesfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5INbuJMFnXc/s72-c/peeps1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2689590035408406710</id><published>2010-03-10T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:46:43.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oak View Church - New Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S5fMzAfa7zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HJ9aeFayJSc/s1600-h/Oak-View-Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 69px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S5fMzAfa7zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HJ9aeFayJSc/s400/Oak-View-Logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447047451005087538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www.oakviewchurch.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2689590035408406710?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2689590035408406710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2689590035408406710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/03/oak-view-church-new-website.html' title='Oak View Church - New Website'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S5fMzAfa7zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HJ9aeFayJSc/s72-c/Oak-View-Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5413861063502967233</id><published>2010-02-16T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:07:28.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Theads" Wk 1 - Patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3r16yhIinI/AAAAAAAAAII/q_W5Ph66LTs/s1600-h/patterrific_patt_8blueorangeplaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3r16yhIinI/AAAAAAAAAII/q_W5Ph66LTs/s400/patterrific_patt_8blueorangeplaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438929890345257586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent ad in the personal section of an Atlanta News Paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single black female seeks male companionship, ethnicity not important. I’m a very good looking girl who loves to play. I love long walks in the woods, hunting, camping, fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candle lit dinners will have me eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I’ll be at the front door when you get home for work, wearing only what nature gave me. Kiss me and I’m yours. Call 875.6420 and ask for Daisy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15,000 men responded to this ad. Only to reach the Atlanta Humane Society. Where a 9 week old Black Lab named Daisy was waiting to be adopted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of us continue to look for Love in all the wrong places. Personally I believe not only are we looking in the wrong places, but what we're looking for isn't even Love. It seems we have fallen to the influence of our culture that paints Love as something far from what God originally intended it to be. Sparking a butterfly effect where are relationships suffer because of it. Which is why it is so important to strive for the Biblical Love, as we allow it to form the foundation and dictate the Patterns within our relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What patterns do you see in your relationships? Patterns of Harmony or Drama? Forgiveness or Bitterness? Selfishness or Selflessness? Generosity or Greed? Kindness or Anger? Furthermore how do your relationships match up to the Patterns of Love we find in scripture? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5413861063502967233?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5413861063502967233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5413861063502967233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/02/theads-wk-1-patterns.html' title='&quot;Theads&quot; Wk 1 - Patterns'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3r16yhIinI/AAAAAAAAAII/q_W5Ph66LTs/s72-c/patterrific_patt_8blueorangeplaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2399948168881649404</id><published>2010-02-12T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:46:55.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3XK3IWS-PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J2zeZvKJvV0/s1600-h/n110400299_30025466_4067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3XK3IWS-PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J2zeZvKJvV0/s400/n110400299_30025466_4067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437475173602359538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four years ago today, is when I proposed to Kristin downtown Minneapolis at the Sculpture Gardens. I'm so glad my cousin was able to hide in the bushes and capture the moment for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2399948168881649404?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2399948168881649404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2399948168881649404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/02/4-years-ago-today.html' title='4 Years Ago Today'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3XK3IWS-PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J2zeZvKJvV0/s72-c/n110400299_30025466_4067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8874920604176236791</id><published>2010-02-09T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:59:50.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Series: Threads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3G8PoAmDwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fQkIZ7dKv4o/s1600-h/threads_HighRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3G8PoAmDwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fQkIZ7dKv4o/s400/threads_HighRes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436333201836871426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this Sunday, Valentines Day we will be kicking off a new series called "Threads." Discussing The Things That Tie us Together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 14th - Patterns&lt;br /&gt;Feb 21st - Tension&lt;br /&gt;Feb 28th - Seam Rippers&lt;br /&gt;Mar 7th - Buttons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8874920604176236791?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8874920604176236791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8874920604176236791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/02/upcoming-series-threads.html' title='Upcoming Series: Threads'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3G8PoAmDwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fQkIZ7dKv4o/s72-c/threads_HighRes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3601620100179368277</id><published>2010-02-08T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:58:38.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3BAJe41g7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/tKc0R5_y8hQ/s1600-h/Where+are+you+from.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3BAJe41g7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/tKc0R5_y8hQ/s400/Where+are+you+from.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435915281890640818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond just a location or birthplace, where are you from? What type of family do you come from? Where along the road of life did you experience pain or suffering? What moments of failure have you allowed to define you? The truth is we all have a past. Each and everyone of us are on a journey, and though our focus should be on the present our attention is often drawn to the rear view mirror. The problem isn't having a past. The problem is how we let the past dictate the present. How the person we once were defines the person we continue to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout scripture and beyond into the now, we find that Jesus came for those with a past. He came for fishermen who weren't fit to be disciples and he extends the invitation to become more. He came for a Paul who persecuted Christians and inspires him to preach the Gospel. He came for me; a boy who couldn't hear or speak and leads me to become a preacher. Jesus came for those with a past. The question is, are we willing to allow him to do the unrealistic in our lives? To no longer be defined by our past. Instead defined by the present and who we're becoming despite our past. It's then that our faith is rewarded and our lives become testimonies for those around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just understand one thing. There's pain along the way. I'm sure Paul in the book of Acts wasn't happy to become blind, yet what took place after becoming blind is astonishing. For me, speech therapy was miserable. The embarrassment of practicing Sesame Street flash cards as a teen is something I'll never forget. And with my education behind me, the only two classes I ever failed were Public Speaking and Homiletics (Preaching class). Trust me, there's pain along the way, yet to find myself as a preacher today is not only mind boggling but worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you from? And what unrealistic direction does God seem to be leading you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3601620100179368277?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3601620100179368277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3601620100179368277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/02/where-are-you-from.html' title='Where are you from?'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S3BAJe41g7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/tKc0R5_y8hQ/s72-c/Where+are+you+from.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8826433252999029136</id><published>2010-02-02T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:07:51.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grammys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S2iPBBc9mdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sf2mV8B3Xpk/s1600-h/Grammy-Awards_20100131135131_320_240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S2iPBBc9mdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sf2mV8B3Xpk/s400/Grammy-Awards_20100131135131_320_240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433750198155057618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night watching the Grammys, I found myself comparing the church to an award show. Yes we enjoy bands and large crowds, especially when so many non believers attend. Yet that wasn't what caught my attention. What caught my attention, was the variety of people and the different genres of music. The Grammys seems to accomplish something MTV, CMT, BET, VH1 (music channels) or any radio station could ever accomplish. Which is putting out a hit playlist that consist of Lady Gaga, Elton John, Black Eyed Peas, Bon Jovi, Talylor Swift, Beyonce, Dave Mathews Band, Micheal Jackson, some Opera Guy and Eminem. The question I found myself asking, is how do they pull this off? And the answer is; it's not about the undeniable differences in the people/artist who were there. It's not about personal preferences or endorsing one genre over the other. It's about Music. Something everyone there in attendance and the millions of viewers Love. It's when I realized that, that I found myself thinking "I wish the church could be more like the Grammys." Moving beyond our personal differences and preferences. Pushing through the obvious and embracing what's most important. Creating an environment where the one thing that's consistent is our Love for God. Perhaps when we reach that point, we'll begin seeing non believers in attendance as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John 12:32 (TNIV)&lt;br /&gt;32 And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8826433252999029136?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8826433252999029136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8826433252999029136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/02/grammys.html' title='The Grammys'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S2iPBBc9mdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sf2mV8B3Xpk/s72-c/Grammy-Awards_20100131135131_320_240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1959236760431783249</id><published>2010-01-31T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:07:53.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermon - Delusional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S2YVQxA97ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sKlUTs3LUtc/s1600-h/Delusional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S2YVQxA97ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sKlUTs3LUtc/s400/Delusional.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433053378248568210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many times we live in the shadows of the illusions we portray for the world around us, which are inconsistent with who we really are. And in doing so we forfeit one of the fundamental truths about why Jesus came to this earth and gave his life. Which is Jesus came for the real you, not the fake you. To help us gain the courage to step out of these shadows, we looked to the "sinful woman" in Luke 7 as our inspiration and with the help of Simon (a Pharisee) discovered the illusion that plagues our churches and our society. The illusion of our own goodness. For many times, we play the comparison game saying to ourselves, "I may not be perfect but I'm not nearly as bad as that person." Leaving us confused like Simon when Jesus says, "he who is forgiven little loves little." For Jesus isn't telling Simon his love is inadequate because he has been forgiven little and that he must go generate a truck load of sin in order to love much. Instead, Jesus is saying to Simon that he has already generated a whole truck load of sin. The problem is, he's "Delusional" and can't see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret the comparison game doesn't seem to get you far, and the illusion of our own goodness causes us to forfeit much. Although the Bible suggests that the comparison game does serve a purpose. Yet rather than comparing ourselves to each other, Simon or the "sinful woman," we are called to compare ourselves to Jesus Christ. Unlike any other comparisons we've made, Jesus is the one person we'll never find ourselves saying, "I may not be perfect, but I'm not nearly as bad as him." It just doesn't work, nor allow us to live "Delusional."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1959236760431783249?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1959236760431783249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1959236760431783249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/01/sermon-delusional.html' title='Sermon - Delusional'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/S2YVQxA97ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sKlUTs3LUtc/s72-c/Delusional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2238219147369747962</id><published>2010-01-31T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:41:00.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse Church in Glencoe MN</title><content type='html'>Recently Kristin and I took over the Lead Pastor position at Lighthouse Assembly of God in Glencoe MN. It's hard to express how excited we are, yet extremely humbled to accept the opportunity. Our first official Sunday was January 1st, in which the last month has been full of excitement, challenges, getting to know some amazing people and five great services. In this time, we've launched our first semester of Life Groups, started a Youth Group, increased giving and attendance and pending the sign company; changed the name. Our goal is to reveal the new name this Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Look at the Glencoe city sign(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2238219147369747962?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2238219147369747962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2238219147369747962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2010/01/lighthouse-church-in-glencoe-mn.html' title='Lighthouse Church in Glencoe MN'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2540903627340844004</id><published>2009-11-23T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:03:17.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riley Kay Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwrATwrQ9HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ekdJ5rp1JHE/s1600/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwrATwrQ9HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ekdJ5rp1JHE/s400/DSC02761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407345748328117362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwrABJqBBaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tcRtwzwyXj4/s1600/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwrABJqBBaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tcRtwzwyXj4/s400/DSC02775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407345428616250786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2540903627340844004?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2540903627340844004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2540903627340844004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/11/riley-kay-johnson.html' title='Riley Kay Johnson'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwrATwrQ9HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ekdJ5rp1JHE/s72-c/DSC02761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-899316384059307373</id><published>2009-11-19T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:06:11.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Series "Grow Up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwVouADV1GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gT8HWh3M1dY/s1600/Grow+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwVouADV1GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gT8HWh3M1dY/s400/Grow+Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405842067225433186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember countless times growing up, when myself of someone else would act immaturely and someone would respond "Grow Up." In fact I can recall several moments as an adult where I've thought that about others and I'm sure they've thought the same about me at times. It seems that maturity is something we come to appreciate even at a young age. And though man coined the phrase "Grow Up" I believe God has been desiring for us to do the same in our Spiritual life, dating back to when Jesus began speaking of discipleship. Back when being a follower of Jesus looked completely different, than the watered down Christianity we see now days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this series we'll be focusing on being a Disciple of Jesus Christ. Not to define what it means to be a Disciple, but rather to discover what a Disciple does. The following are three areas we touched on in week 1. Three things that Jesus did; that as his Disciples we should do as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Disciple Touches Lepers&lt;br /&gt;2. A Disciple Befriends Prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;3. A Disciple Offends Pharisees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-899316384059307373?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/899316384059307373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/899316384059307373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/11/new-series-grow-up.html' title='New Series &quot;Grow Up&quot;'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SwVouADV1GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gT8HWh3M1dY/s72-c/Grow+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8969682764647911085</id><published>2009-10-09T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:43:17.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Orchard Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Ss91LY18ytI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BM8c6QvQwX4/s1600-h/apple+orchard"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Ss91LY18ytI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BM8c6QvQwX4/s400/apple+orchard" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390656117493517010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it's time for our annual fall trip to the Apple Orchard in Jordan MN. At least twice a year (fall &amp; spring) Kristin and I visit Minnesota Harvest. If you haven't been there, you should go. In fact tomorrow we are taking the church bus (aka The Party Bus) and car pooling a bunch of our friends. If you're not doing anything you should come with. We're meeting at 3pm at Crossroads Church in Burnsville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8969682764647911085?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8969682764647911085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8969682764647911085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/10/apple-orchard-tomorrow.html' title='Apple Orchard Tomorrow!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Ss91LY18ytI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BM8c6QvQwX4/s72-c/apple+orchard' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6161937338211002138</id><published>2009-10-05T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:50:40.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Costumes" Wk 2 Super Heroes - Teaser Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a20320d9781b1056" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da20320d9781b1056%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330932381%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13DAEC5C95FC338783B72BAD54A84FC911B5E9E2.41252C105AAEFC3BA3CE2ECFD763D01B50EDFB28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da20320d9781b1056%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlizvvlKEALz4B9c-ykPVhEF8MzQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da20320d9781b1056%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330932381%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13DAEC5C95FC338783B72BAD54A84FC911B5E9E2.41252C105AAEFC3BA3CE2ECFD763D01B50EDFB28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da20320d9781b1056%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlizvvlKEALz4B9c-ykPVhEF8MzQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6161937338211002138?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6161937338211002138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6161937338211002138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/10/costumes-wk-2-super-heroes-teaser-video.html' title='&quot;Costumes&quot; Wk 2 Super Heroes - Teaser Video'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-180447363361021020</id><published>2009-09-28T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:53:47.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do Bad Things happen to Good People?</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered why Bad Things happen to Good People? Or why an All Good/Loving God would allow it? I have. In fact, for the longest time this was my biggest issue with God. Until I realized; I'm not a Good Person. Don't get me wrong. Each and every day I strive to live a life that is honoring to God and morally upright. Although the truth is at the core of the human nature is a whole lot of bad. The type of Bad that causes the Rich to be unsympathetic to the Poor. The temptation to Gossip, hide the Truth, Lust or harbor Bitterness. Not to mention the Self Centeredness, that leads to a life where we unconsciously feel Superior to others or Prioritizing our needs over the Needs around us. Lets face it, these things are Bad and they're sinful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which according to the Bible, (Romans 6:23) "The wages of sin is death..." Meaning because of our bad nature we deserve a punishment. Although in this verse there's a comma followed by a "but" that I've come to really appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the wages of sin is death, but the Gift of God is eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, God doesn't allow Bad to happen to Good People. Instead because God is so Good, he allows Good to happen to Bad people. Hopefully this helps you change your perspective and you find yourself responding through a life of appreciation towards an incredibly generous God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-180447363361021020?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/180447363361021020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/180447363361021020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/09/why-do-bad-things-happen-to-good-people.html' title='Why do Bad Things happen to Good People?'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-65293583571806273</id><published>2009-09-28T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:19:24.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Costumes" teaser video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9852a9e7d66d7872" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9852a9e7d66d7872%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330932381%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59849DF08899140C64FE3669A4A796F81457C175.73E9C0991C8C3FE6DD6B523C893742872652E499%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9852a9e7d66d7872%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXZzPFLt9MxO6Jknb5LKfsipTb2I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9852a9e7d66d7872%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330932381%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59849DF08899140C64FE3669A4A796F81457C175.73E9C0991C8C3FE6DD6B523C893742872652E499%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9852a9e7d66d7872%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXZzPFLt9MxO6Jknb5LKfsipTb2I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-65293583571806273?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/65293583571806273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/65293583571806273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/09/costumes-teaser-video.html' title='&quot;Costumes&quot; teaser video'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-5894835242135166777</id><published>2009-09-23T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:57:15.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invite Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SrphdDPc_PI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ewyR4aL_XnY/s1600-h/4+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SrphdDPc_PI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ewyR4aL_XnY/s320/4+Card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384723456189070578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SrphViO_jhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VZ2Pgdzk2mo/s1600-h/back+of+4+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SrphViO_jhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VZ2Pgdzk2mo/s320/back+of+4+card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384723327069687314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-5894835242135166777?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5894835242135166777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/5894835242135166777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/09/invite-cards.html' title='Invite Cards'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SrphdDPc_PI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ewyR4aL_XnY/s72-c/4+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4619453876613853988</id><published>2009-08-25T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:34:02.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Series - Religulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SpQR7kCOuSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JvpXH2IIXBE/s1600-h/religulous+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SpQR7kCOuSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JvpXH2IIXBE/s320/religulous+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373939970342828322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bill Maher's documentary film "Religulous," he comically humiliates Christians and their faith in Jesus Christ. It's only right that we get a chance to respond. This September, The Garden will be kicking off with a series called "Religulous" in order to answer some of Bill Maher's biggest questions. Series begins September 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4619453876613853988?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4619453876613853988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4619453876613853988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/08/upcoming-series-religulous.html' title='Upcoming Series - Religulous'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SpQR7kCOuSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JvpXH2IIXBE/s72-c/religulous+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1398741418479858770</id><published>2009-07-15T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:34:58.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sl5KAShmNNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qjy7F0L5Uu4/s1600-h/The+Patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sl5KAShmNNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qjy7F0L5Uu4/s320/The+Patch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358801975450678482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had our final meeting before the kick off of our Childrens Church for The Garden called "The Patch." I'm super excited to announce that two of our really good friends and leaders Darrin Kraines and Keelie Solomon will be joining the team as our Childrens Directors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1398741418479858770?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1398741418479858770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1398741418479858770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/07/patch.html' title='The Patch'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sl5KAShmNNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qjy7F0L5Uu4/s72-c/The+Patch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6419696458608649027</id><published>2009-06-22T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:36:42.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sj_dQdvJBYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DbobYrvakb8/s1600-h/Final+Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sj_dQdvJBYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DbobYrvakb8/s320/Final+Large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238157269435778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Garden is a community of Young Adults we call ourselves a Beautiful Mess we are Single, Dating, Married, Divorced, with kids and without. we are in College and we are have to never go to school again. we are Employed Professionals and we are people looking for a job. we are Content and we are Searching. we are a whole lot of things and We Like It That Way and we invite you to find yourself in the Beautiful Mess we call The Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This September we are launching a Young Adults Church in Burnsville MN. Throughout the summer we will be having monthly Launch Parties and Events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6419696458608649027?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6419696458608649027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6419696458608649027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/06/garden-is-community-of-young-adults-we.html' title=''/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sj_dQdvJBYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DbobYrvakb8/s72-c/Final+Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6483699940631915673</id><published>2009-06-03T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:54:48.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>May 31st was Kristin's Birthday although we celebrated it last night with a bunch of our friends and family. Below is my favorite picture of her growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SiaN2UVskpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QfyqQhB_ymQ/s1600-h/Wedding+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SiaN2UVskpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QfyqQhB_ymQ/s400/Wedding+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343113972233835154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6483699940631915673?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6483699940631915673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6483699940631915673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/06/kristins-birthday.html' title='Kristin&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SiaN2UVskpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QfyqQhB_ymQ/s72-c/Wedding+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3767158169250990323</id><published>2009-05-29T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:55:12.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Intern</title><content type='html'>I'd like to introduce you to my new summer intern Stephanie. Stephanie has been a leader in Skyline for a couple years while attending North Central University. Already she has been a huge help and joy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/28/376.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/28/s_376.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3767158169250990323?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3767158169250990323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3767158169250990323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/05/summer-intern.html' title='Summer Intern'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4435815320649813338</id><published>2009-05-28T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:31:01.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years!</title><content type='html'>This last week on May 23rd I celebrated being on staff at Crossroads Church for 3 years! Throughout the day I found myself looking back on several amazing memories and defining moments in Crossroads history that I was priveledged to be apart of. I can't help but remember my very first messaged I preached that only lasted a total of 16 minutes (I wish I could forget that one). Or my very first overnight event with the students (12 total) and stressing out the entire time that I was going to lose someone or something terrible was going to happen. Although the thing that sticks out the most over these last three years are the relationships I have built with several amazing people and the opportunity to share life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4435815320649813338?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4435815320649813338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4435815320649813338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/05/3-years.html' title='3 Years!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3595402414733334371</id><published>2009-05-27T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:13:43.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed My Starving Children</title><content type='html'>Below is a picture of the group who participated in helping Feed My Starving Children, an organization that packages meals and sends them around the world to communities and families in third world countries facing starvation. I'm proud to say that our young people packaged over 20,000 meals. Meaning they were able to feed 57 kids for an entire year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sh2sFEzZiaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i7fhl3ULTpA/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sh2sFEzZiaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i7fhl3ULTpA/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340613936319924642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3595402414733334371?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3595402414733334371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3595402414733334371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/05/feed-my-starving-children.html' title='Feed My Starving Children'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/Sh2sFEzZiaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i7fhl3ULTpA/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3871868769617597973</id><published>2009-05-27T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:55:18.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying By The Seat of My Pants</title><content type='html'>Technically summer isn't here yet, considering school is still in session for most of our students and I'm wearing a hoody as I type this. Although the business has been nothing but summer like. With our first child on the way, Kristin and I have been spending every spare moment getting the house ready of a baby. Which has me wondering if the tree I cut down and the patio I just built was for the baby or Kristin, hmm? Either way it's done and looks great. On top of this we painted the house and don't get me started on the spring cleaning that has been taking place. Growing up that was like a weekend thing, but now it looks like we're headed into another month of it. Perhaps this is why I look forward to playing softball on Thursday nights as much as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again this is what I've been doing on my spare time apart from my role as the Associate Pastor (media, marketing, communications, website and all the other things a Lead Pastor chooses not to do), Youth Pastor of Skyline which has become a mini-church, and Basketball Coach. Although the thing that has consumed me the most is a project I have been working on that will fall into place come this fall. As of now it's still a secret, but soon will be made public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something Kristin and I are extremely excited about and can't wait to share this new opportunity with others at Crossroads and in the community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3871868769617597973?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3871868769617597973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3871868769617597973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/05/flying-by-seat-of-my-pants.html' title='Flying By The Seat of My Pants'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-4960702402534033843</id><published>2009-05-06T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:19:26.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversity = Influence</title><content type='html'>Today one of my old professors posted a question on Twitter. "What does the church look like in the future regarding diversity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I believe: Diversity = Influence. To avoid bridging gaps in ethnicity, age &amp; gender is simply a huge mistake. Especially when it comes to advancing the Kingdom of God. A Kingdom passionate and open to everyone despite one's ethnicity, age or gender. For if the church chooses not to bridge these gaps, it'll find itself isolated, losing it's influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the problem isn't recognizing the need, but more so the church is in need of people willing to do something about the need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew 9:37 "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-4960702402534033843?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4960702402534033843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/4960702402534033843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2009/05/diversity-influence.html' title='Diversity = Influence'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2504116979036262368</id><published>2008-09-29T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:35:57.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddies</title><content type='html'>Since becoming the Youth Pastor at Crossroads, I've had the opportunity of developing relationships with young people. In fact I can't tell you enough how much I absolutely love doing what I do, getting to invest into a generation that I believe has incredible potential, has been so fulfilling and rewarding. Although this weekend I realized something. As much as I love ministering to our young people, it doesn't compare to how much I love and value of the opportunity to have them ministering along side of me. In which watching them lead worship on Sunday was amazing, not to mention taking stage after them was such a great feeling. I couldn't help but think to myself as they were leading worship..... "Those are my buddies, and today I get minister along side them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope all of you students know how extremely proud Kristin and I are of you. Your willingness to step out in boldness, seizing the opportunity to lead the adult congregation, is simply inspiring. We love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2504116979036262368?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2504116979036262368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2504116979036262368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/09/my-buddies.html' title='My Buddies'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6171281047272312914</id><published>2008-08-20T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:20:19.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 YEARS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SKyjdhCTZzI/AAAAAAAAADs/8ik7JjEvXP0/s1600-h/Wedding+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SKyjdhCTZzI/AAAAAAAAADs/8ik7JjEvXP0/s320/Wedding+077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236740194204608306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kristin and I celebrated our 2 Year Anniversary! The entire night I kept thinking about the day we were married and I became the luckiest man in the world. And the more and more I thought about that the more and more I realized; after two years I still hold the title as "The Luckiest Man in the World."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6171281047272312914?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6171281047272312914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6171281047272312914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/08/2-years.html' title='2 YEARS!!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SKyjdhCTZzI/AAAAAAAAADs/8ik7JjEvXP0/s72-c/Wedding+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3114952738067784472</id><published>2008-08-08T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:10:28.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Trouble With The Wife</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone I'm sorry I haven't posted anything lately, I've been extremely busy. Although I just received a call from Kristin, telling me I need to update my blog :) I hope everybody is having a great summer. Our summer has been amazing. We've been to three weddings, South Carolina, two weeks of camp, Valley Fair, played in softball tournaments, spent hours on the lake, not to mention all preparation in order to move into the new building. Yay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know the students aren't going to like this, but I can't wait for school to start. It will be nice to see everyone again and get back to a consistent schedule. And now that I'm in trouble with the Wife, I'll make sure I'm updating the blog more often.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3114952738067784472?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3114952738067784472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3114952738067784472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/08/in-trouble-with-wife.html' title='In Trouble With The Wife'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1843385849607418263</id><published>2008-07-15T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:40.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SHy3UBZoWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/KJWOPywgzm4/s1600-h/youth+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SHy3UBZoWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/KJWOPywgzm4/s400/youth+camp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223251222444136978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we took a bus full of Junior Highers to camp in Alexandria MN. And even though I say it all the time, I have to repeat it once again, "I have the best job in the world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's theme is Life, in which for most of us especially our Junior Highers "Life" can be extremely confusing and complicated. Although as the week concluded and we headed home the results were pretty obvious. And even though "Life" is still confusing and complicated, most of our students returned home with a different outlook on the life they've been given as well as the way they choose to live it. In fact on the way home one of the students was telling me he feels like a new person. When I asked him what changed? He said, "I rediscovered the Hope in following Jesus, and up until this week I've been living hopelessly."  Collin Blair age 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Monday we leave for Senior High Camp, and my one prayer is that they will re/discover the Hope in following Jesus..... Thanks Collin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1843385849607418263?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1843385849607418263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1843385849607418263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/07/summer-camps.html' title='Summer Camps'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SHy3UBZoWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/KJWOPywgzm4/s72-c/youth+camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-7266144742232125301</id><published>2008-06-18T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:03:10.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City Council Meeting - People or Miles?</title><content type='html'>At the end of a very exciting City Council Meeting, Mayor Kautz ended with this statement, "You win!" I think it's safe to say those of us in attendance last night left asking ourselves the question; did we really win? The decision still isn't final, and two out of the five were against Crossroads making Burnsville Parkway it's home. And though many of us are trying to clarify the win, the one thing I do know; is we didn't lose! Meaning the door is still open and the momentum seems to be moving in our direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although on my way home I couldn't help but wrestle with the Mayor's argument of 31 churches in a city of 28 square miles. At the time it seemed like a valid argument until I got home and started thinking about the number of people that make up Burnsville rather than the number of miles. In which the city of Burnsville has just shy of 61,000 residence. Meaning if Burnsville was over saturated with churches like the Mayor claims, we would find mega churches on every corner. Although that's not the case. In fact according to a study conducted by The Barna Group, the average church attracts less than 90 people. Not to mention only 2% of churches are over 1,000 members. Meaning if you do the math keeping people as the priority, Burnsville is far from being over saturated with churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to last night the Mayor seemed to make it clear that it's the people that make up the city of Burnsville, while at the same time basing her argument on the number of miles that encompass the city. So the question I have is, which are more valuable, people or miles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-7266144742232125301?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7266144742232125301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/7266144742232125301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/06/city-council-meeting-people-or-miles.html' title='City Council Meeting - People or Miles?'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-8502843692168274194</id><published>2008-06-17T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:54:50.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor/Rapper :)</title><content type='html'>Every so often while preaching in one of our youth services I like to spice things up a bit and make up a rap that goes along with my message. And since many of you don't attend Skyline on Wednesday nights I thought I would share with you a verse from my latest rap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I take a look at my situation&lt;br /&gt;Put under the scope the problems in which I'm facin&lt;br /&gt;Considerin the dreams my soul is chasin&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why this heart of mine is racin&lt;br /&gt;Yet every mornin I awake to changes&lt;br /&gt;New obstacles and life's different paces&lt;br /&gt;Confused as to how to get through these mazes&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly reminded that there's no replacement&lt;br /&gt;For his greatness&lt;br /&gt;Cause from a frown to a smile it's like he gave me a facelift&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forever grateful for his graces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-8502843692168274194?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8502843692168274194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/8502843692168274194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/06/pastorrapper_17.html' title='Pastor/Rapper :)'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1197593292476158622</id><published>2008-05-27T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:40.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SDyN0OAfBAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ylvbQTNUBac/s1600-h/graduate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SDyN0OAfBAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ylvbQTNUBac/s200/graduate3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205191197586293762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt sad yet happy at the same time? I have. The hardest thing about student ministries is accepting the fact that students will come and go from your ministry. Although on the flip side, nothing brings greater joy to a youth pastor's heart when he watches students transition into adulthood and begin pursuing their dreams. Kristin and I have felt since we began in the ministry that God would bring young people through our ministry that would go far above and beyond our own personal accomplishments. So when I think of the class of 2008, I can't help but think God had this class in mind. Kristin and I can't say it enough; we are so proud of this years graduating class and can't wait to see the great things God chooses to do through them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1197593292476158622?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1197593292476158622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1197593292476158622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/05/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SDyN0OAfBAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ylvbQTNUBac/s72-c/graduate3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-1792674528857029006</id><published>2008-05-18T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:41.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Textbooks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SC--9qQ8tjI/AAAAAAAAADA/zjQI1stLU4E/s1600-h/030593L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SC--9qQ8tjI/AAAAAAAAADA/zjQI1stLU4E/s200/030593L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201586061162886706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finished this last semester of 27 credits, Kristin decided she would plan a trip for the two of us to get away and relax before we jump into the summer calendar. We left May 11th for South Carolina to visit Kristin's Uncle and Aunty. Other than that we didn't have a whole lot planned other than we knew we wanted to read a couple books. I know reading sounds like the last thing a graduate would want to do right after final exams, but when your obligated to read so many text books you don't ever get to read the books you're interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the book I read was "In A Pit With A Lion On A Snowy Day" by Mark Batterson. The majority of the book talks about overcoming your fear when facing life's greatest opportunities. Although Batterson explains that some of life's greatest opportunities are also some of our biggest challenges, fears and obstacles. He goes on to say that it's in those moments that we realize we truly need God. And when we recognize that God, exposes our potential as well as our ability to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I'm saying is this is a great book, and if you're looking for a good book to read this would be a great choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-1792674528857029006?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1792674528857029006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/1792674528857029006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/05/in-pit-with-lion-on-snowy-day.html' title='No More Textbooks!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SC--9qQ8tjI/AAAAAAAAADA/zjQI1stLU4E/s72-c/030593L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-2947268844819885287</id><published>2008-04-19T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:41.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skaters = The Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SAq_WVm2ZnI/AAAAAAAAACg/dRpD5nvJEhU/s1600-h/Skaters"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SAq_WVm2ZnI/AAAAAAAAACg/dRpD5nvJEhU/s320/Skaters" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191171910976038514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I spent the day with a group of skaters who attend our student ministry and what was supposed to be a time of hanging out turned into a very eye opening experience. It all started at Burger King when I noticed the four of them putting their money together while examining the menu to see what was going to get them the most food for their money. From there it was all about eating and sharing stories from their latest experiences at school, the skate park, Mall of America or the latest concert. At the same time several other teenagers happened to come through Burger King, and despite their age/grade, race, or their appearance these young men seemed to connect with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s even more interesting is there have been several times I’ve noticed this group of skaters being scrutinized within the church setting as well as being looked at as the odd balls within our congregation. Although at Burger King I couldn’t help but notice perhaps these skaters have a better understanding of what it means to be the church than the actual people who hold the title as “Churched.” Let’s face it when one of them is without; the others pitch in to meet the need. They enjoy sharing life together, and most importantly they’re accept anyone. It just so happens the students who connect with this group of skaters are those who come from broken homes, poor families, horrific pasts or many times have just been rejected by everyone else. In many ways this group of skaters is very similar to another group of people I recently did a study on. It was the people in the book of Acts, and the title they chose to label themselves as was “The Church.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-2947268844819885287?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2947268844819885287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/2947268844819885287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/04/skaters-church.html' title='Skaters = The Church'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/SAq_WVm2ZnI/AAAAAAAAACg/dRpD5nvJEhU/s72-c/Skaters' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-3846104751674167092</id><published>2008-04-10T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:41.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_7rvTc_4MI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ZM9dG4ok_E/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_7rvTc_4MI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ZM9dG4ok_E/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187843018685669570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week on a American Idol, the contenstants shocked the world when they concluded the show performing the popular worship song "Shout To The Lord." If you're like me, you didn't get a chance to see it, but the good news is the video has been posted all over youtube.com. So if you have a second I encourage you to check it out, and in doing so think of the millions of people who watched this performance. I can only imagine how many people were touched by such an inspiring song and performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is posted on the side of the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-3846104751674167092?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3846104751674167092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/3846104751674167092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_7rvTc_4MI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ZM9dG4ok_E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-159957295593808968</id><published>2008-04-02T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:41.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_OurArVwZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IsNSIq5igW8/s1600-h/s020311b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_OurArVwZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IsNSIq5igW8/s320/s020311b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184679649972961682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was watching T.V. when a commercial to join the Army came on. In this commercial there was footage of soilders jumping out of helicopters, running into battle and even carrying the injured off the battle field. The part that's interesting to me is, no where in this commercial did it say anything along the lines of, "join the Army and travel the world" or "enlist now and start making money." Instead the commercial simply displayed the duties and real life experiences soilders face when joining the mission of defending our country. Yet despite the reality of this commercial, hundreds and thousands of men and women continue to enlist in the Army. Perhaps this idea of joining an Army of One and being apart of something bigger than yourself still seems to inspire people to do something great with their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think it's time we put a stop to this fairy tale Christianity and get back to focusing on the mission of building God's Kingdom. Who knows, maybe we'll inspire others to take part in something far greater than themselves while doing something great and meaningful with their lives. In fact when a teacher of religous law said to Jesus, "I will follow you wherever you go"  Jesus replied "“Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head" (Mathew 8:19-20). Let's face it living a missional life can be extremely hard at times, yet I strongly believe those who choose to live such a life are truly living the greatest life possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say thanks to my former students/friends Cory Hicks, Greg Incitti &amp; James Mathes who are currently serving our country. I love and miss you guys.... keep up the good work - Galatians 6:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-159957295593808968?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/159957295593808968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/159957295593808968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/04/i-love-commercials.html' title='I Love Commercials'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_OurArVwZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IsNSIq5igW8/s72-c/s020311b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691225433388862827.post-6063067706853812514</id><published>2008-03-31T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:16:41.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Riddle Named Max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_O89ArVwcI/AAAAAAAAABI/eg6tV53ZZaM/s1600-h/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_O89ArVwcI/AAAAAAAAABI/eg6tV53ZZaM/s320/max.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184695352373395906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I recieved an email  entitled "The Riddle." At first I thought it was  junk mail, until we recieved another one the following day with a personal note of thanks to Kristin and I. In fact all we know through these emails is that the people behind the riddle are six people, three couples and between the three couples they have four students in our youth group. We also recieved several clues hinting about a surprise we would soon recieve, although whoever these riddlers were they made sure the clues would distract us from cracking the the riddle. Also whoever it was must have known Kristin can't stand surprises, because the more and more we recieved messages and clues the more and more Kristin began going out of her mind trying to figure out what it could be. Although when the day came neither one of us had the slightest idea what it could be; so when when a little yellow labrador puppy showed up on our door step the two of us were absolutely shocked. The only problem is we still have no idea who blessed us with this little guy. So if you know who these riddlers are or if you're one of them we would like to say THANKS! So to fill you guys in the new member to our family is named Max, he is a Yellow Labrador and  is seven weeks old. He is also full of personality and a little confused as to where to relieve himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691225433388862827-6063067706853812514?l=www.pastorcj.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6063067706853812514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691225433388862827/posts/default/6063067706853812514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pastorcj.com/2008/03/riddle-named-max.html' title='A Riddle Named Max!'/><author><name>CJ Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085000847985646004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b222XO5JTY/R_O89ArVwcI/AAAAAAAAABI/eg6tV53ZZaM/s72-c/max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
