<?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-8446705</id><updated>2012-01-17T13:30:53.812-06:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VJzdjkt39w/SkvMD7OjNmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Q8NHfgd5_Aw/s200/ad04.gif'/><title type='text'>Rick's Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</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>1073</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2068262872495162058</id><published>2011-09-21T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:24:08.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Retiring</title><content type='html'>My first blog was on Monday, September 13, 2004.  Seven years of blogging!   But like anything else in this life, times change.  Blogs were really "in" seven years ago.  Now people want shorter snippets of information.  So Twitter and Facebook have moved blogs to the shelf.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said that, I am gratified to have people tell me that they follow my blog.  At times, the ideas have flowed consistently.  However, it seems that lately the ideas have come with much less frequency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 7 years, I am closing up shop.  I leave open the possibility of someday returning.  After all, Brett Favre has done it several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace and peace to all.  Keep your eyes fixed on THE Hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2068262872495162058?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2068262872495162058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2068262872495162058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2068262872495162058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2068262872495162058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-retiring.html' title='I&apos;m Retiring'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4167317255642019858</id><published>2011-09-15T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:42:56.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love vs. Spanking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw this on a friend's Facebook entry and thought it was worth sharing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tough Love vs. Spanking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of America ‘s populace think it improper&lt;br /&gt;to spank children, so I have tried other methods&lt;br /&gt;to control my kids when they have one of ‘those moments.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;One that I found effective is for me to just take&lt;br /&gt;the child for a car ride and talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some say it’s the vibration from the car, others&lt;br /&gt;say it’s the time away from any distractions such as TV, Video Games, Computer, IPod, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Either way, my kids usually calm down and stop misbehaving after our car ride together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve included a photo below of one of my sessions with&lt;br /&gt;my son, in case you would like to use the technique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size:100%;" &gt;Your Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://inashoe.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/ride.jpg" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; color: rgb(51, 102, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2844" title="ride" src="http://inashoe.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/ride-300x208.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="208" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; max-width: 100%; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be sure to notice the speed on the radar in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4167317255642019858?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4167317255642019858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4167317255642019858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4167317255642019858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4167317255642019858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/09/tough-love-vs-spanking.html' title='Tough Love vs. Spanking'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4992774705207630625</id><published>2011-09-15T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:51:05.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What were Pat Robertson and CC's Carpet Thinking?</title><content type='html'>Pat Robertson has determined that it is ok to divorce your spouse if he or she has Alzheimer's disease.  He gave consent to the idea of a man beginning to date because his wife suffered from this illness.  When questioned about the vows a couple makes, like "In sickness and in health" and "Til death do us part," he said that Alzheimer's IS a kind of death.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me that in a culture that is already looking for a loophole to commitments, Pat has just opened a huge one.  Couldn't a person apply this same reasoning to many debilitating illnesses?  The list could be unending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus said, "The two shall become one flesh.  What God has joined together, let no one separate."  One flesh!  Does "one flesh" become "two flesh" because your spouse has Alzheimer's?  Robertson's advice sounds very clinical.  But it surely doesn't sound like love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been seeing the ads for a few weeks as I watch the Rangers' games.  CC's Carpet has been promoting that anyone who buys carpet or countertops in September will receive them free if Josh Hamilton hits a grand slam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what happened in last night's game.  Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The owner of CC's Carpet said the promotion has brought in $500,000 of business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, he had an insurance policy to cover this.  So he made a handsome profit.  Josh Hamilton probably isn't the insurance company's favorite Ranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4992774705207630625?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4992774705207630625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4992774705207630625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4992774705207630625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4992774705207630625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-were-pat-robertson-and-ccs-carpet.html' title='What were Pat Robertson and CC&apos;s Carpet Thinking?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2598846180126967397</id><published>2011-09-12T09:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:14:34.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11, Birthday Wishes, Wife's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I was moved by the remembrances of 9-11 yesterday.  Thinking back on that day still seems so surreal.  That morning, a friend of mine had picked me up to go near Tyler for a golf outing with a dozen or so guys.  As I got in his pickup, he told me that a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers.  Immediately, I thought of pictures I have seen from back in the 30s when a plane flew into the Empire State Building.  I just assumed it was a freak air accident.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we arrived at the golf course, the 2nd plane had struck, and the 1st tower was collapsing.  Everyone was watching the TV in the clubhouse -- eyes bugged out and mouths hanging open.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did we comprehend at that moment that life would never be the same for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continue to pray that God will cover the victims' families with His peace.  And I pray for the hearts of those who promote terror, that they might be drawn to the love of the Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my oldest son's 31st birthday.  I don't know how a father could be any more proud of his children than I am.  I continue to be a student of his Christlike heart for the poor and the disenfranchised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also CAN'T WAIT to spend time with him and his family in a couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Josh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife never ceases to amaze me.  She is so immersed in the presence of God that she speaks with great words of wisdom and power.  Last night she was working on a talk and she shared a thought with me.  She said, "Death creates a spiritual earthquake.  It leaves you sifting through the rubble to find faith."  Wow!  That certainly describes my grief journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2598846180126967397?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2598846180126967397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2598846180126967397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2598846180126967397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2598846180126967397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/09/9-11-birthday-wishes-wifes-wisdom.html' title='9-11, Birthday Wishes, Wife&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5493689914302377279</id><published>2011-08-30T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:40:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toys</title><content type='html'>I did something last week that I wish I had done a long time ago.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you know that I was once a drummer.  While in college, I played in a band with Ronnie Dunn (of Brooks and Dunn).  He was a really fun guy to hang out with, and we had a lot of good times.  But it was during that time that I met Beverly, and we got married a year later.  After our marriage, I was working 33 hours a week and taking a full load at school,  so I sold my drums.  That was 35 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really thought much through the years about returning to playing the drums.  After all, they were SO loud -- not real complimentary to raising a family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But recently, I have found myself thinking about how much I used to enjoy playing.  And I figured, I am 32 -- and I'm not getting any younger (OK, so I lied a little about my age).  I don't know why I haven't thought before about getting electric drums.  You can play them with headphones on, and it isn't any louder than drumming on a book with pencils.  But the sound on the headphones!  WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bought a set of electric drums last week.  Lots of rust to be knocked off after 35 years (me, not the drums).  But even in four days of playing, I can see improvement.  I am loving it!  It is very therapeutic.  And guess what I have played to the most?  Brooks and Dunn's best hits.  Also enjoying the Eagles.  And I had never been able to drum to any contemporary Christian music -- because it was just appearing 35 years ago with Amy Grant.  So I have played some Steven Curtis Chapman.  Will try Chris Tomlin and Michael W. Smith soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows?  In a few months, I may even try to find some hacks like me and put together a band.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5493689914302377279?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5493689914302377279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5493689914302377279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5493689914302377279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5493689914302377279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-toys.html' title='My New Toys'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8040656078421394709</id><published>2011-08-23T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:20:36.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Song Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am struck by how many songs I used to sing as a teenager -- with lyrics that weren't even close to what was actually written.  I occasionally look them up now on Google, and want to laugh.  This was especially true of many Rolling Stones songs, as well as Elton John.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I received a text from my son Jonathan the other day regarding a conversation he had with my grandson Jed.  He asked him what his favorite song was, and Jed said, "The one that says, 'I got two eyes.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan was no doubt confused by that answer.  So he asked some follow-up questions.  Finally he figured it out.  Jed was referring to the Chris Tomlin song, "Let God Arise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8040656078421394709?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8040656078421394709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8040656078421394709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8040656078421394709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8040656078421394709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/confusing-song-lyrics.html' title='Confusing Song Lyrics'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-505541001234143791</id><published>2011-08-22T08:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:56:02.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>I spent precious time over the last few days with my wife of 35 years.  35 years!  She has put up with me that long!  We went to some fun restaurants.  On Friday, we went to a movie together -- The Help.  It was an inspiring movie set in Jackson, Mississippi in the early 1960s.  I lived there then, and although my life was pretty much lived in a different culture -- so much came back to me.  It is still hard for me to understand how cultures can become so brainwashed to issues like segregation -- even though I myself could have easily been caught up in it.&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night after dining at Texas de Brazil (1st time, it was a blast!), we drove around and ended up at an old cemetery in Wise County.  There is a grave there for a 16 year old girl who was killed by the Comanches in 1868 while going to check on her father's horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found another family plot, and I just stood at it wanting to know the story.  My mind could only imagine it.  Two graves were for children who were born and died the same day.  A third grave was for a 5 year old from the same family.  And next to the 5-year old was his mother, who had died 6 days later.  So I got caught up in imagining the story of this frontier family.  A woman who loses two children on the same day they were born, and then loses her 5-year old.  Did she and the 5-year old die of typhoid fever or something similar?  Or did her child die, and then 6 days later she too died of a broken heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will look into this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-505541001234143791?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/505541001234143791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=505541001234143791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/505541001234143791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/505541001234143791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/anniversary-celebration.html' title='Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-694835905495007047</id><published>2011-08-15T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:42:09.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gear Up III</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our third year for "Gear Up."  We had over 220 volunteers on our church campus meeting the needs of people of Wise County.  From immunizations to hair cuts to free books to clothes to food (hot dogs here, and canned goods to take home) to school supplies to Bible stories, puppets and crafts -- we met the needs of about 450 children and their parents.  God is so good to have blessed us with this opportunity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No event in my experience demonstrates on such a large scale how it is truly a blessing to serve.  Although our intention is to serve in the name of Jesus, from the feedback I receive our volunteers come away feeling most blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God be praised!  And may we continue to be involved in the in-breaking of His Kingdom in Wise County! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-694835905495007047?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/694835905495007047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=694835905495007047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/694835905495007047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/694835905495007047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/gear-up-iii.html' title='Gear Up III'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7853495504885788445</id><published>2011-08-10T08:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:51:50.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting with Celebs</title><content type='html'>OK, so last night my son Josh and his family sit down at the dinner table to pork chops.  Truitt, my 4-year old grandson, said he didn't want to eat.  Josh, who has just taught Truitt what an RBI is in baseball, said, 'Truitt, Josh Hamilton eats pork chops, and they help him get RBIs."  With that, Truitt proceeded to eat heartily.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Josh tweeted about his mealtime victory.  Here is what he said.  "I hope Josh Hamilton likes pork chops.  Truitt (4 yrs old) didn't want to eat.  Told him JH likes them.  He devoured them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, catch this (especially if your name is Jeff Jones):  Josh had a response to his tweet -- FROM MRS. JOSH HAMILTON!  She wrote, "Actually he LOVES them!  I make them for him ALL the time!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-7853495504885788445?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7853495504885788445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7853495504885788445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7853495504885788445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7853495504885788445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/tweeting-with-celebs.html' title='Tweeting with Celebs'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-6668609149093239452</id><published>2011-08-08T08:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:11:23.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness -- a Virtue?</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about this quite a bit lately.  Somewhere back, we Christians bought into the cultural lie that busyness is a godly virtue.  We have been driven by sayings like, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop" -- convincing us that we need to be busy all the time.  It even seems that there is an informal competitiveness that exists to prove to others that "I am busier than you are."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to view the recitations of the "busyholic" as boring.  Do you know what I'm talking about?  People who, whenever you are around them, have to give you a recitation of their dayplanners to prove how busy they are?  It's as if they find validation as a human being in their busyness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am well aware that Scripture warns against idleness and laziness.  But I don't see where it exalts busyness.  I actually believe Scripture would say that busyness is a sign of imbalance and lack of discipline.  Martha was chided by Jesus for missing what Mary gained because Martha thought busyness was more important than sitting with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Christians, we would do well to reclaim the spiritual discipline of meditation.  It is not some mystical practice owned only by Eastern religions.  It is spoken of regularly in Scripture.  I am amazed at how much better my perspective is when I face a day after sitting in silence in the morning and emptying my mind so that the Lord can fill it (I know, it doesn't take long for me to empty my mind).  5 minutes of this discipline has amazing benefits!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God."  "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer."  "I will meditate on your wonders"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-6668609149093239452?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/6668609149093239452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=6668609149093239452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6668609149093239452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6668609149093239452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/busyness-virtue.html' title='Busyness -- a Virtue?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1156521270931986925</id><published>2011-08-03T08:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:38:40.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Princess</title><content type='html'>Thirty-three years ago today, Beverly and I became mom and dad.  "It's a girl" was music to my ears!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we will visit Baylor-Grapevine Hospital and leave gifts in memory of Jenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following are the words to a Mercy Me song that SO expresses my heart today: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is how long must I wait to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face .                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place.                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt; Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow.                                                  I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways.                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt; The reason why, I wonder if I'll ever know.                                                                                    But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same,                                                        Cause I'm still here so far away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face.                                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt; If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place.                                                                      Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow.                                                 I've never been more homesick than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;In Christ, there are no goodbyes.                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt; And in Christ, there is no end.                                                                                                               So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have.                                                                                         To see you again .                                                                                                                                      To see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;And I close my eyes and I see your face .                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place.                                                                     Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow.                                           Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow.                                                      Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;I've never been more homesick than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-1156521270931986925?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1156521270931986925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1156521270931986925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1156521270931986925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1156521270931986925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday, Princess'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-6327891765088367230</id><published>2011-08-02T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:35:15.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Tamale!</title><content type='html'>The hottest summer on record was 1980.  I remember it well, but not as well as Beverly.  She was pregnant that summer with our 2nd child, Josh.  We lived in a small, two-bedroom house in Abilene that had an evaporative cooler (swamp cooler).  During the midst of the heatwave, it broke.  Our car air conditioner broke, too.  We were able to get the evaporative fixed pretty quickly, but could not afford to get the car air conditioner fixed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer is on the way to breaking the records of 1980.  But Beverly and I are in such a different place in life!  We sleep in a comfortable 70 degrees every night -- and have TWO cars with working air conditioners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if Al Gore is smugly smiling when he sees our weather forecasts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go play golf yesterday in the 107 degree heat.  I saw one other group at the course -- about 7 holes behind me.  Loved it!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-6327891765088367230?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/6327891765088367230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=6327891765088367230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6327891765088367230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6327891765088367230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/08/hot-tamale.html' title='Hot Tamale!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3835326946885440379</id><published>2011-07-29T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T08:37:16.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscientious Objector?</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the second in a series of stories written by Elmer Kelton.  It is about a young white man in post-Civil War Texas.  As a child, he had been kidnapped by the Comanche Indians.  During a hunting party mix-up he was left behind injured, and ended up being taken in by some white settlers.  He was raised by them as their own.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, he joined the Texas Rangers (not the baseball team).  In the story, his struggle with deciding what to do during fighting with renegade Comanches is described.  Should he be a loyal Ranger?  or a loyal Comanche?  He concluded that since he had made the decision to become a Ranger, his loyalty was to his fellow Rangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I say all of this?  Because for the second time in the last couple years, we have the story of a Moslem American service man who CHOSE to join the Armed Forces.  No one twisted his arm.  He was not drafted.  Then, after joining, he decided he is a conscientious objector.  But his objection to fighting does not stop him from wanting to kill AMERICAN troops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that he was caught before he could fulfill his evil desires. &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;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/8446705-3835326946885440379?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3835326946885440379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3835326946885440379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3835326946885440379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3835326946885440379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/conscientious-objector.html' title='Conscientious Objector?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8493384292611859142</id><published>2011-07-26T08:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:46:08.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, my ______!"</title><content type='html'>This morning I was thinking, "How would I feel if, when my kids faced a surprise or a frustration in their daily routines -- they said, "Oh, my Rick!"  Would I feel honored?  Or would I feel put-down?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What got me to thinking about this is that the expression, "Oh, my God!" has become totally acceptable in our culture.  This morning, ABC was running a commercial about an upcoming reality show.  You know, the kind where they show 2-second soundbytes.  It seemed that in each soundbyte, the contestant would say, "Oh, my God!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you to watch a sitcom and count how many times this expression is used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after Jenny died, there were days in which it seemed that is all I could pray:  "Oh, my God!"  But it was not a phrase used as an expression instead of, "Wow!" or "Good grief!"  It was all my pained heart could utter.  I was SO seeking Him -- but had no words.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to use that expression so cheaply in the course of everyday communication seems to me to violate the very heart of the 3rd commandment -- to NOT take the name of the Lord in vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, that means to hold God's name in reverence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jews took the command so seriously that they would not even utter the name YHWH, and as a result we don't even know for sure to this day how to properly say the name God gave to Moses in Exodus 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That may have been an extreme approach, but at least it came out of reverence for God.  Our culture has swung to another extreme -- an extreme with NO redeeming value.  That is, that God's name has become a common oath.  It suggests NO reverence for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that light might break through powerfully into the darkness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you.  Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."  (Psalm 143: 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-8493384292611859142?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8493384292611859142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8493384292611859142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8493384292611859142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8493384292611859142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-my.html' title='&quot;Oh, my ______!&quot;'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2690807396711754509</id><published>2011-07-22T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:31:50.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extend Some Grace</title><content type='html'>I know I am writing a lot lately about the Rangers, but I am enjoying this team.  They have a great chemistry, and a lot of likable players.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I write today about yesterday's game.  C. J. Wilson pitched a complete game 2-hitter -- AND LOST!  The only run was unearned, coming off of an error by Endy Chavez.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The media is pinning this loss on Chavez, and I am thinking how unfair that is.  If he hadn't made the error, what would the score have been?  0-0.  That is not a win.  Who is to say that the Rangers would have won in extra innings?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, when a team like the Rangers get a complete game 1-run outing, they ought to win every time.  The blame for this game goes to the offense.  In a 162-game season, you will have games like this, but any time THIS offense fails to score AT LEAST three runs -- they have had an off-night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my humble, but expert, opinion.  I am really sorry for C. J.  But let Chavez off the hook here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-2690807396711754509?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2690807396711754509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2690807396711754509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2690807396711754509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2690807396711754509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/extend-some-grace.html' title='Extend Some Grace'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7423670932181634046</id><published>2011-07-21T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:36:51.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a New Streak</title><content type='html'>The longest winning streak in Major League Baseball came to an end last night when the Rangers lost to the Angels 9-8.  This afternoon is time to begin another streak.&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verse of the day:  "In quietness and trust is your strength" (Isaiah 30: 15)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7423670932181634046?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7423670932181634046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7423670932181634046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7423670932181634046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7423670932181634046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-for-new-streak.html' title='Time for a New Streak'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3113070466153998781</id><published>2011-07-19T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:58:00.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving in the Heat</title><content type='html'>I spent some time this morning visiting with many of the young people from our church.  This week they are involved in projects within our community:  working with some of our non-profits, painting houses for elderly residents of Wise County -- as well as other projects.  Being the hands and feet of Jesus.  I am so proud of them! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew!  It was already hot just walking from the office down to the church building this morning!  We complain a lot about the heat and lack of rain -- and, yes,  this year is above normal.  But hey:  Heat and lack of rain should be no surprise to anyone who chooses to live in this part of Texas.  That is called late June, July, August to mid-September.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, Rupert Murdock and his empire is making &lt;b&gt;National Enquirer&lt;/b&gt; look more legitimate!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-3113070466153998781?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3113070466153998781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3113070466153998781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3113070466153998781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3113070466153998781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/serving-in-heat.html' title='Serving in the Heat'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3307177426966296063</id><published>2011-07-15T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:43:26.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and Peace</title><content type='html'>I love this from the daily devotional book, &lt;b&gt;Jesus Calling&lt;/b&gt;:  "Do not worry about tomorrow!  This is not a suggestion, but a command."&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last year and a half has moved me deeper spiritually in a number of ways.  I will mention two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is that I want to live each day -- trusting in the Lord for that day.  Too much of my life has been lived with worried eyes toward the future.  I now rebuke that kind of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second is that I want to live a "no regret" life.  I want there to be no loose ends in any of my relationships.  If I need to forgive someone, I want to do that.  If I have wronged someone, I want to make it right.  No regrets.  It is amazing how the result of that is peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my two big words right now:  Hope and peace.  My ONLY hope is in Jesus.  And HE is my peace.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-3307177426966296063?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3307177426966296063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3307177426966296063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3307177426966296063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3307177426966296063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/hope-and-peace.html' title='Hope and Peace'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5877022417538080753</id><published>2011-07-12T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:31:19.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Thirteen years ago yesterday, I gave my precious daughter away to a young man from Spring, Texas.  He had impressed us with his love for her.  And our family had already embraced him as our own.  The wedding was lovely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we gathered at our house to celebrate Jenny and David's anniversary.  David requested that I fix hamburgers (one of my claims to fame and one of Jenny's favorites).  We shared good memories, and celebrated David's coming into our family.  David, we love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenny would have been proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5877022417538080753?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5877022417538080753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5877022417538080753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5877022417538080753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5877022417538080753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/jennys-anniversary.html' title='Jenny&apos;s Anniversary'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1692657542074706993</id><published>2011-07-11T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:59:50.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chan Nails It!</title><content type='html'>I received a link to a portion of a sermon by Francis Chan that he delivered at Catalyst 2010 in Atlanta.  Out of all of the well-known preachers and writers of our day, this guy speaks most to me.  I tried to download the video to my blog but couldn't.  So PLEASE:  paste this link into your url.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYhU0QHBixU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-1692657542074706993?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1692657542074706993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1692657542074706993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1692657542074706993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1692657542074706993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/chan-nails-it.html' title='Chan Nails It!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2484999103273694262</id><published>2011-07-08T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:27:55.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy at the Ballpark</title><content type='html'>What a sad story coming out of Arlington last night.  Josh Hamilton tossed a foul ball into the stands, and a fan reached out to grab it -- falling 20 feet.  He ended up dying on the way to the hospital.  His 8-year old son was standing right beside him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get his son off my mind.  How does a person EVER get over such a traumatic thing?  I pray that God will hold that boy in His arms and give him peace, as well as the man's wife and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another man fell at the Ballpark nearly exactly a year ago.  He survived.  The irony is that both men were firefighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing how fragile Josh Hamilton already is, I am also praying that he is able to work through this.  The paper this morning said that he was devastated -- as I can only imagine.  But it wasn't his fault that the accident happened.  I know he has an incredible support group around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is yet another reminder of how fragile life is.  A healthy man is happily enjoying an evening with his son one minute.  The next minute he is gone.  No doubt, it never entered his mind as he headed into the Ballpark that he would never leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hug your kids and tell them you love them.  Make relationships right.  Live a "no regret" lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2484999103273694262?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2484999103273694262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2484999103273694262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2484999103273694262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2484999103273694262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-at-ballpark.html' title='Tragedy at the Ballpark'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7206096479207615932</id><published>2011-07-05T08:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:31:46.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>As I continue to think back about our trip, one of the great serendipities (aside from the gelato) was that on the 2nd evening we sat next to a couple from California.  After only a few minutes, we hit it off with them.  From there on, every evening (except when they were on extended excursions) we looked forward to our time with them.  We talked about EVERYTHING (from family to faith to politics to movies, etc) -- and on occasion even left dinner after over 2 hours to go somewhere else and visit more.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We toured Rhodes together -- and all fell in love with it.  We even teased about how we could all move there.  We figured it this way:  She is a nurse, so she could work in the local hospital.  He works from home anyway, so he could continue to do that and take care of the wash.  Beverly could have a full case load in a matter of days.  All I would need to do is find someone to support a mission work in Rhodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked Crete together -- eating gelato and gyros and checking out the local shops.  It was marvelous and SO relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God really gave us an unanticipated blessing in Chip and Mitzi.  Now I just wish that they lived closer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-7206096479207615932?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7206096479207615932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7206096479207615932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7206096479207615932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7206096479207615932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4848680672464754165</id><published>2011-06-30T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:58:45.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Trip!</title><content type='html'>Beverly and I returned home late Tuesday night from our incredible trip.  We are still feeling jet-lagged, and I am dealing with another issue as well.  I was on some medication that has caused me to have the hiccups.  I'm talking for up to 4-1/2 hours at a time!  Whew!  Hopefully it will be out of my system by Sunday, because once they start I can't carry on a conversation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to visit the cities of Rome, Athens and Jerusalem.  We saw the ruins of the great cities of Ephesus, Corinth and Pompeii.  We toured the islands of Crete and Rhodes, and the beautiful coastline of Italy.  We enjoyed quaint villages that I thought only existed in movies.  It would be hard to pick out only the highlights of our trip.  Probably gelato -- both Italian and Greek (they each claim to have invented it).  It is awesome!  Unlike any American ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to share more about our trip in coming days.  It will forever shape the way I see the Biblical text.&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/8446705-4848680672464754165?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4848680672464754165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4848680672464754165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4848680672464754165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4848680672464754165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-trip.html' title='What a Trip!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3743076606914337717</id><published>2011-06-10T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:35:44.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mavs in 6?</title><content type='html'>Can the Mavs do it?  If they do, I am really hoping it is in Game 6 on Sunday night.  If not, Game 7 will be played while we sleep in Rome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we please lay aside these comparisons of Lebron James being as good as Michael Jordan?  What an insult to Jordan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Dwyane Wade is a guy that, if he was on my team, I would like.  But he has been known for his theatrics through the years.  So I found it ironic that after Game 4, he said something to the affect of Dirk is a great player without the dramatics.  Really?  Playing with 102 temperature is hardly being dramatic.  And Dirk NEVER used it as an excuse, nor did he draw any attention to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But last night, there's Wade acting like his leg is broken.  The courtside announcer (do those people ever tell you anything insightful?) said Wade was questionable for the remainder of the game.  That lasted for a couple of minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, Mavs!  Let's do it in 6.  PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-3743076606914337717?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3743076606914337717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3743076606914337717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3743076606914337717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3743076606914337717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/06/mavs-in-6.html' title='Mavs in 6?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8047294531187750742</id><published>2011-06-09T08:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:31:39.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up on the News</title><content type='html'>I am trying real hard to live in the moment right now.  Beverly and I are preparing for a trip that I am SO excited about.  We will fly to Rome and spend a day or so.  Then, we will board a cruise ship that will take us to Naples, Athens (and Corinth), Ephesus, Rhodes, Crete, Jaffa and Ashdod (both in Israel).  It's going to be great!&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cool gesture by the Rangers in drafting a guy who was paralyzed when he and a teammate collided in a game a couple of months ago.  I am not going to say more because a friend of mine (Jeff) is going to be blogging about it.  But what a classy move by the Rangers.  And the Astros did something similar, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who ever accuses Dirk of being soft again needs to be flogged.  Torn ligament in his finger?  102 degree fever?  No biggie.  Climb on my back, boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever tried to function AT ALL with 102 temperature?  I can't get out of my bed -- unless it's to move to my recliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any discussions of greatest players in NBA history that does not include Dirk Nowitzki are craziness.  Note:  I didn't say "the greatest" -- but he has to be in the mix of top players.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin Cowherd, are you listening?  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8047294531187750742?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8047294531187750742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8047294531187750742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8047294531187750742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8047294531187750742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-up-on-news.html' title='Catching Up on the News'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7744124844785079173</id><published>2011-06-06T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:50:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood's New Low</title><content type='html'>There is a new show ABC is promoting that they have entitled, "Good Christian B*tches."  What in the world is happening?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you even in your wildest dreams imagine Hollywood naming a show, "Good Moslem B*tches"?  Or "Good Jewish B*tches"?  I know Christians are often viewed as hypocrites in our culture.  This is probably because we are the majority faith -- and thus more visible.  But I am a little tired of the bashing of Christians -- even by our own!  Take Christians out of this world, and what would it be like?  Who on this planet are most concerned about taking care of the hungry?  providing pure water for third-world countries?  building hospitals for the sick?  And by the way, this is not something that originated with the "emergent" Christians movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we do a better job?  Absolutely!  But the constant bashing and condescension toward our own is self-defeating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should our response be to ABC's plans?  Well, I imagine what they WANT to happen is a loud public outcry.  Why?  Because, as Jerry Jones has said, even bad publicity is good.  It will stir interest and get people to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my proposal.  Let's ask ourselves what Jesus would do.  And Scripture even provides us an answer in 1 Peter 2: 21-23.  I am summarizing:  ". . . follow in his steps . . . When they hurled insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats.  Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might think, "But that won't work!"  Really?  Ask Gandhi.  Or Martin Luther King, Jr.  Or Nelson Mandela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the best way to handle this is for every Christian to simply not watch it.  That alone would be enough for the show to bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7744124844785079173?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7744124844785079173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7744124844785079173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7744124844785079173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7744124844785079173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/06/hollywoods-new-low.html' title='Hollywood&apos;s New Low'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2741717804173251041</id><published>2011-05-31T08:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:43:58.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the Grandkids</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been filled with activity, much like most of you have experienced in the month of May.  We were blessed to have our Memphis family (Josh and his family) here for several days, and that was such a treat.  Truitt and Noah are so much fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Jonathan and his family were with us.  Beverly and Jennifer were looking through a lot of Jonathan's stuff from when he was a kid, when they came across his pocket New Testament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later while Jonathan and I were playing golf, Beverly and Jennifer were in the back yard playing baseball with the kids.  When it was Jocelyn's turn to bat, Jed told Beverly he was going to read his Bible (Jonathan's NT).  Now, Jed is 4 years old -- nearly 5.  He opened the Bible and acted as if he were reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few moments, he put it down.  He told Beverly that he had found the passage about baseball.  She asked him what it said.  He said, "It says, 'Be kind when you are playing baseball.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must be buried somewhere in Revelation.  It's been a while since I have read that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&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/8446705-2741717804173251041?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2741717804173251041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2741717804173251041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2741717804173251041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2741717804173251041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-with-grandkids.html' title='Fun with the Grandkids'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8206878086595029091</id><published>2011-05-25T09:10:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:53:20.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud of My Granddaughter</title><content type='html'>Last night my precious granddaughter sang at a "Kids' Stand" event in Grapevine.  This is a non-profit ministry that goes into schools to teach the kids moral lessons, and then invites them to an off-site event where they share Jesus with them.   Jenny was very involved in the ministry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather did not cooperate at all.  We had to evacuate the auditorium twice.  But when Malaya sang, it made EVERYTHING worth it.  Jenny had a voice that would always give me goosebumps and would make me cry.  Well, her daughter inherited her gift.  When she finished, she got a standing ovation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song she sang is a popular song by Sidewalk Prophets.  Malaya sang it as if it were advice her mom would have given her.  Here are the words, with one word changed -- which I have highlighted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three in the morning and I'm still awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I picked up a pen and a page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I started writing just what I'd say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were face to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd tell you just what you mean to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you these simple truths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be strong in the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never give up hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna do great things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's got His hand on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't live life in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't forget why you're here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your time and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the words &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time we spoke you said you were hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I felt your pain in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to tell you that I keep on praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That love will find you where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know cause I've already been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please hear these simple truths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be strong in the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never give up hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna do great things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's got His hand on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't live life in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't forget why you're here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your time and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the words &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say . . . from one simple life to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say . . . come find peace in the Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be strong in the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never give up hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna do great things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's got His hand on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't live life in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't forget why you're here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your time and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the words &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8206878086595029091?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8206878086595029091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8206878086595029091' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8206878086595029091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8206878086595029091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-proud-of-my-granddaughter.html' title='So Proud of My Granddaughter'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3644446163517511732</id><published>2011-05-24T08:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:42:36.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Collapses, Rangers Thunder, and Other Weather News</title><content type='html'>OK, so I'm not a rabid Mavs fan. I do like this team a lot, and I watch the games, but usually while I am reading a Western.  I'm just in general not a huge team sports guy anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night, with 5 minutes left in the game and the Mavs down by 15, my eyes were getting heavy.  So I turned off the TV and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine my surprise when I went out and got the paper this morning!  Mavs win in overtime!   Wow!  Dirk is playing like he is on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My youngest son and I have a little humorous thing going.  He keeps trying to get me to say I like Shaun Marion.  Sorry.  And while he is getting kudos for the block of Durant's desperation shot at the end of regulation, I think it was a poor choice in seeing the replay.  Even in the replay, I could see that he could have easily been called for a foul.  It wasn't, but I have seen lesser defense called a foul.  The chances of Durant making that shot were very slim.  But a foul would have meant a certain OKC victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the Mavs wrap it up tomorrow night in big D?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how about the Rangers?  Two straight complete games from their starters.  And Hamilton and Cruz came back in style -- both hitting homeruns.  It reminds us of what we have been missing.  Hopefully, they can get on a winning trend now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another tragedy -- this time in Joplin, Missouri.  I never cease to be amazed at the devastation left in the wake of a tornado -- taking only seconds to destroy a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in Decatur, we are under a severe storm warning today.  Let's pray that nothing serious develops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-3644446163517511732?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3644446163517511732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3644446163517511732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3644446163517511732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3644446163517511732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/thunder-collapses-rangers-thunder-and.html' title='Thunder Collapses, Rangers Thunder, and Other Weather News'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5378795832787571512</id><published>2011-05-20T08:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:34:07.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Get Drug Ads?</title><content type='html'>I cannot ever remember purchasing anything because of a TV ad.  I admit that there may be something at work subliminally.  But I raise this issue because I watch with amusement the drug ads.  It seems to me that in a 30-second ad, they spend 25 seconds warning of the side effects and dangers of taking this particular drug.  I cannot see how this could lead anyone to want to use it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, really, if you go to the doctor and need a medication, don't you pretty much depend on him / her to tell you what to take?  I don't think it would even enter my mind to say, "Wait a minute, Doc.  Instead of what you are prescribing, how about let me try ___________.  I saw this TV ad about it, and think it's the drug for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someone can explain the marketing strategy.  I would much rather see these companies save those millions they spend on TV ads -- and lower their prices!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Rabbi Abraham Heschel, as quoted in Philip Yancey's book, &lt;b&gt;Disappointment with God&lt;/b&gt;:  "Faith like Job's cannot be shaken because it is the result of having been shaken."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5378795832787571512?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5378795832787571512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5378795832787571512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5378795832787571512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5378795832787571512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/does-anyone-get-drug-ads.html' title='Does Anyone Get Drug Ads?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7483740518153972702</id><published>2011-05-11T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:47:39.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Prayer</title><content type='html'>The events of last year, with over 12,000 people praying for my daughter's healing, really shook up my "theology of prayer."  I feel like I am trying to walk across an iced-over lake right now.  My footing is very unsure.  I am continuing to explore and journey through this, and hopefully will come to a God-centered conclusion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing has really struck me.  It is something that will make the "health-and-wealth" crowd uneasy.  Scripture doesn't have a lot to say about praying for physical stuff -- even health.  Maybe the most-used passage for that is in James 5, where James says (v. 13) "Is any one of you sick?  He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord."  Yet even here, MANY scholars believe James is referring contextually to spiritual sickness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now please don't roast me here.  If you want to pray for cataract surgeries and things like that, I don't think it is wrong.  It's just NOT where I am right now.  I do find it sad that when we take prayer requests at church, nearly 100% of them will have to do with physical stuff.  This just does not seem to align itself with Scripture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been thinking about "the Lord's prayer."  Remember, the disciples asked of Jesus:  "Teach us to pray."  And so He did.  Hear what He said (Luke 11: 2-4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Father, hallowed be your name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your kingdom come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give us each day our daily bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lead us not into temptation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this prayer, Jesus urges His disciples to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Honor God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Pray for the inbreaking of the kingdom here on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Pray for DAILY SUSTINENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Pray for forgiveness of one's sins, as well as for a forgiving attitude toward others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Pray for SPIRITUAL strength to overcome temptation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five things He urged them to pray for. Four are spiritual, and one you could say is physical.  But listen to what even the physical one implies:  "Give us this day our daily bread."  Hardly the prayer of Jabez!  To me, it implies something spiritual.  "Let me be satisfied with Your daily care."  If anything, it diminishes / discounts concerns about the physical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for me in my journey right now, prayer is about SPIRITUAL things:  strength to overcome temptation, being made more into the likeness of Jesus, dependence upon the Holy Spirit, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I am not writing this as the final authority on the subject.  Nor am I telling anyone not to pray for "stuff."  I am just giving an honest assessment of where I am.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7483740518153972702?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7483740518153972702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7483740518153972702' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7483740518153972702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7483740518153972702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts-on-prayer.html' title='Thoughts on Prayer'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2574053778310717236</id><published>2011-05-09T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:50:59.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Sweep!</title><content type='html'>If I had not been watching it, I never would have believed it.  The Mavericks put an old-fashioned whipping on the Lakers yesterday to sweep them.  20 3-point shots made!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would anyone have believed it last summer if I had predicted that 1.  the Rangers would beat the Yankees to get into the World Series and, 2.  the Mavericks would SWEEP the Lakers in the playoffs,  and 3.  Bin Laden would be caught?  I'm curious:  Which of the three would you have considered most unlikely?  least likely?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lakers are often lauded for their "class."  Really?  Two completely indefensible cheap shots in the 4th quarter.  Give Kobe Bryant credit for calling them both inexcusable.  The Zen master was not as direct.  He said it shouldn't have happened, but his team was frustrated.  Oh?  So can every team that is frustrated start throwing elbows intentionally meant to hurt another player?  Come on!  Be big boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the culprits themselves actually tried to defend their cowardice.  No words of regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be praying for the people of Memphis, Tennessee -- as well as other areas along the Mississippi River that face flooding over the next couple of weeks.  My oldest son and his family have a passion for Memphis, and so that city is on my mind and in my heart today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/8446705-2574053778310717236?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2574053778310717236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2574053778310717236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2574053778310717236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2574053778310717236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-sweep.html' title='It&apos;s a Sweep!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5480185846463984447</id><published>2011-05-04T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:43:28.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than a Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I know that most of you have heard the song, "Better Than a Hallalujah" by Amy Grant.  Beverly said she thinks it might have been released last February as Jenny was in the hospital.  I confess:  If this song had come out 2 or 3 years ago, I would not have been able to relate very well to its words.  Now it makes all the sense in the world.  Here are the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;God loves a lullaby in a mother's tears in the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Better than a hallelujah sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;God loves a drunkard's cry, the soldiers plea not to let him die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Better than a hallelujah sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;We pour out our miseries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;God just hears a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Beautiful the mess we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;The honest cries of breaking hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Are better than a hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;The woman holding on for life, the dying man giving up the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Are better than a hallelujah sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;The tears of shame for what's been done, the silence when the words won't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Are better than a hallelujah sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;We pour out our miseries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;God just hears a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Beautiful the mess we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;The honest cries of breaking hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Are better than a hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Better than a church bell ringing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Better than a choir singing out, singing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;We pour out our miseries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;God just hears a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Beautiful the mess we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;The honest cries of breaking hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Are better than a hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&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/8446705-5480185846463984447?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5480185846463984447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5480185846463984447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5480185846463984447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5480185846463984447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/better-than-hallelujah.html' title='Better Than a Hallelujah'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7432067141874032154</id><published>2011-05-02T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:03:41.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1:  Anniversary Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my anniversary here at the church.  Six years!  It hardly seems possible that I have been here that long.  I love this church with all my heart.  To me, this is what church was intended to be:  a place of encouragement and mutual support as we journey together arm-in-arm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is truly my family.  I love our ministry team!  And I actually look forward to elders' meetings!  Man, do I love these guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said yesterday, I hope I am about 1/4th through my time here as preaching minister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I found out yesterday that May 1 is also our secretary's anniversary date.  She has been serving this church for 14 years.  Congratulations, Joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched with rapt attention last night as the news about Osama Bin Laden was coming down.  I have read stories about Navy SEALS, and am amazed at the effectiveness of these guys.  They must be the equivalent of David's "mighty men."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have mixed feelings about the celebration of this event.  As I watched this morning, drunk college students slurred the singing of "The Star Spangled Banner" on national TV (I had to listen closely to figure out that is what they were singing).  Others shouted, "Nah-nah, hey, hey, goodbye."  I can only imagine the reception as these videos are shown in Arabic countries throughout the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that our interests would be better served by being matter-of-fact about this incident, as we express a confident resolve in letting terrorists know that they can expect the same.  But it is not something to be celebrated like VJ Day in 1945.  That is just my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7432067141874032154?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7432067141874032154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7432067141874032154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7432067141874032154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7432067141874032154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-1-anniversary-day.html' title='May 1:  Anniversary Day'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2401832379653601896</id><published>2011-04-29T08:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T08:52:32.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Fumblings</title><content type='html'>So how many of you are spending the day watching the royal wedding?  I can truly say that I have no interest in it at all.  I saw the results of a poll that asked if you will be watching the wedding, and only 23% said yes.  So apparently, a whole lot of people are not buying into the media overkill.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The couple of shots I have seen from the festivities do bring back memories of when Beverly and I were in London last year.  This morning I heard the bells chiming at Westminster Abbey, and remember how that sound carried across London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mavs won their 1st-round playoff series!  They will now be taking on the Lakers.  One can only wish that they somehow knock them out the way the Rangers knocked out the Yankees last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart so goes out to the hundreds of families that have lost lives, homes and so much in the tornadoes that ravaged the South this week.  We have a couple of men from our church that have gone to assist in whatever way they can.  I am praying that God will reveal Himself in the midst of this tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never cease to be amazed at conspiracy theorists, and how easily people fall under their thinking.  Do you realize that there are still people who think that the earth is flat and that the 1st moonwalk was staged in the desert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of one's opinion of President Obama, the birth certificate issue makes the accusers look worse than silly.  Do they really think that nearly 50 years ago, someone was already plotting to cover up Obama's "foreign birth" by placing a birth announcement in the paper?  And even with the President having produced his birth certificate, now they are alleging that it is a forgery because it "doesn't look old enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politics in America has reached a low point.  Where is it going to stop?  "Well, they did it to Bush!"  "Well, they did it to Clinton!"  It is SO childish.  At some point, someone has to say, "ENOUGH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we patronizingly look at the Middle East and wonder why they can't get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-2401832379653601896?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2401832379653601896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2401832379653601896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2401832379653601896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2401832379653601896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/fridays-fumblings.html' title='Friday&apos;s Fumblings'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1696937681722839508</id><published>2011-04-26T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:30:02.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Two Days</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a wonderful day.  Emotionally exhausting, but wonderful.  Our worship was powerful, and then our time together with some family and friends at the graveside was moving.  All my hope is resting on Easter.&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I played golf in the Gregg Pearson Benefit Golf Tournament.  Storms were all around us, but other than a brief sprinkle we played dry.  I thoroughly enjoyed the day, especially getting to spend time with Art, my ol' golfing buddy from Mesquite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love what this foundation is doing.  They provide assistance to families who are battling health crises -- mostly cancer.  I was encouraging to see survivors there last night -- individuals and families whose lives have been changed as a result.  The foundation was so helpful to us through Jenny's battle.  I will forever be indebted to them.  I am humbled to see how a family that suffered the pain of losing a child has channeled their energies into making life better for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think you might be interested in supporting such a foundation, visit at www.greggpearson.org.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-1696937681722839508?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1696937681722839508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1696937681722839508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1696937681722839508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1696937681722839508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-last-two-days.html' title='My Last Two Days'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2110518652594803330</id><published>2011-04-22T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:37:11.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Story</title><content type='html'>Today is a day commemorated with sadness.  For me and my family, 14 months ago today we let our daughter go to be with Jesus.  I have never experienced as heart-wrenching a day as that.  The feelings of despair and hopelessness were overwhelming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Approximately 1,980 years ago today, sadness overwhelmed the followers of the one called Jesus.  (As a sidenote, there is reason to believe that Jesus was actually crucified on Thursday rather than Friday.  But I will follow tradition here).  No doubt, they too were overcome with feelings of hopelessness and despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But praise God that because of the events of Sunday, a Christ-follower never has to remain in hopelessness and despair.  In fact, Sunday IS hope.  And so I will camp on Sunday.  The tomb is empty.  He is risen!  He is risen indeed!  And because He is risen, I can rest on God's promise that my daughter is risen too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in the Easter story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-2110518652594803330?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2110518652594803330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2110518652594803330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2110518652594803330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2110518652594803330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-story.html' title='The Easter Story'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4878591134609226467</id><published>2011-04-20T08:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:21:55.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewing My Grief Readings</title><content type='html'>I have read a number of books over the last year on grief.  Some I could never really get engaged with and deserted them halfway through.  But a few I have found very helpful.  Here is my review.  If you find yourself on the grief journey, I hope you find it helpful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the ones I could not fully get engaged in.  This does not mean that they are not helpful.  In fact, they could be exactly what you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had trouble with C. S. Lewis' &lt;b&gt;A Grief Observed&lt;/b&gt;.  I love reading quotes from Lewis, but I find his writings difficult as a whole.  This was written after his wife died from cancer.  He is honest as he deals with his struggles and doubts and victories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy Alcorn's &lt;b&gt;If God is Good&lt;/b&gt;.  This book is exhaustive in dealing with the subject of good and evil.  I began it when things were really raw for me, and so maybe I should go back and give it another shot.  I don't always agree with his Calvinistic views on things, but there are still things to gain from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Mark Hicks' &lt;b&gt;Yet I Will Trust Him&lt;/b&gt;.  Written in response to the death of his wife.  Again, no doubt a good book that I just had trouble engaging with.  I will give it another shot at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for books that have been more beneficial for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philip Yancey's &lt;b&gt;Disappointment With God&lt;/b&gt;.  I am a Yancey fan, and this book is one of the best I have ever read.  I intend to read it again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terry Rush's &lt;b&gt;God Will Make a Way&lt;/b&gt;.  Simple, practical advice from someone I know personally as "the real deal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry Sittser's &lt;b&gt;A Grace Disguised&lt;/b&gt;.  Excellent book written by a man who experienced the loss of his wife, mother and daughter in a car wreck.  A MUST-read for anyone in the grief journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished a book that a friend of mine who is acquainted with grief mentioned to me a couple of times.  Along with &lt;b&gt;A Grace Disguised&lt;/b&gt;, it will be at the top of my "recommended list."  Written by John Claypool back in the early 1970s, it is entitled &lt;b&gt;Tracks of a Fellow Struggler&lt;/b&gt;.  It is a short book, actually four sermons he preached during his 10-year old daughter's battle with, and subsequent death from, leukemia.  In this book, Claypool speaks into my heart things that I probably would not receive very well from someone saying them to me (ESPECIALLY someone who hasn't "been there").  I have to sit with the book and chew on them.  His last chapter about viewing life as a gift was challenging -- yet rewarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is, for what it is worth.  I would be interested in your feedback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4878591134609226467?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4878591134609226467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4878591134609226467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4878591134609226467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4878591134609226467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/reviewing-my-grief-readings.html' title='Reviewing My Grief Readings'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2046183454458464042</id><published>2011-04-18T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:36:44.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is THE Week!</title><content type='html'>Due to a couple of ministry circumstances I found myself in last week, I feel like I was in faith-crisis mode.  But a reorientation over the last couple of days is helping me.  I must remember that faith and trust is a daily decision.  My devotional reading this morning reminded me that, like the manna in the wilderness, we must seek peace with God every day.  It can't be gathered up for tomorrow.  He supplies us what we need each day.  This is so that we will remember that it comes from Him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is the week in which Christians place ALL their hope.  I can't remember Easter ever falling this late in the spring.  I NEED it.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;am so&lt;/span&gt; ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how much Paul's words from 1 Corinthians 15: 12-19 mean to me today.  So I want to end this blog sharing them with you:    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But if it is preached that Christ has been raised from the dead, how can some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? If there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith. More than that, we are then found to be false witnesses about God, for we have testified about God that he raised Christ from the dead. But he did not raise him if in fact the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, then Christ has not been raised either. And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ are lost. If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&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/8446705-2046183454458464042?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2046183454458464042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2046183454458464042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2046183454458464042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2046183454458464042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-week.html' title='This is THE Week!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8936205058299548438</id><published>2011-04-13T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:57:09.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Banquet to Buffet</title><content type='html'>Monday night was the 6th annual Wise County Christian Counseling dinner.  YHWH-Jireh (The Lord Who Provides) continues to bless this ministry beyond anything I had ever dreamed.  I am so proud of my wife and the way in which she spends herself for others.  And she has so many loyal friends and coworkers who the Lord uses to make this happen.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that the Lord will continue to provide this place where people can find healing and wholeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was our 2nd "Meat Night."  There were 16 men who gathered to put down some ribs.  Unfortunately, the restaurant ran out of ribs long before everyone got to order.  But I think all the guys still enjoyed our time together.  I don't know if there is any place we get to know people better than when we sit down at table.  Maybe that is why we find Jesus eating so often with folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8936205058299548438?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8936205058299548438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8936205058299548438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8936205058299548438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8936205058299548438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-banquet-to-buffet.html' title='From Banquet to Buffet'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5112568198831230746</id><published>2011-04-11T08:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:54:04.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Requests and Masters Recap</title><content type='html'>I would like to place a couple of prayer requests before you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donna Moon, a member of our church, has been in the hospital for several days with an infection in her brain.  Although she seems to be doing better, I know she and her family would appreciate your praying for her complete recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend, John Scott, longtime preacher for the Saturn Road Church of Christ in Garland has a son named Shane.  Shane went on a mission trip to Ghana recently, and upon returning discovered last week he has malaria.  He is in very serious condition at Parkland Hospital in Dallas.  Please be praying for Shane and his family, John and his wife Teresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Masters was great this year.  Only one shot separated as many as 10 people as they reached the back nine yesterday.  Tiger Woods looked like he was going to pull off one for the ages halfway through the final round, only to go cold.  I was pulling for Adam Scott down the stretch.  But it was a South African, Charl Schwartzel, who ended up winning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tragic figure in the story was Rory McElroy, the 21-year old phenom from Ireland.  Going into the final round with a 4-shot lead, he hung in for 9 holes yesterday.  Then disaster struck, and he ended up falling way down the leader board with a final round 80.  However, what I will go away from this with is not so much remembering his collapse, but the grace he exhibited when interviewed after his round.  He is a very impressive young man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5112568198831230746?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5112568198831230746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5112568198831230746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5112568198831230746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5112568198831230746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/prayer-requests-and-masters-recap.html' title='Prayer Requests and Masters Recap'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-68294395288169044</id><published>2011-04-08T08:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:42:08.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"For What It's Worth" Friday</title><content type='html'>So the government may shut down this morning.  Think of all that productivity coming to a halt!  (That comment was intended as sarcasm, in case you didn't notice).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fight is over $40 billion dollars in tax cuts.  Now here is a Congress that is really serious about dealing with the national debt.  Right now it is running in excess of $1 TRILLION a year.  If my math is right, $40 billion in cuts would reduce the deficit by .4%.  That's right -- not even one half of one percent.  And these guys can't even agree to that?  What hope do we EVER have of dealing with the deficit issue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the scare tactics are incredible.  Of course, the one issue that is being paraded is that our troops would not receive their checks.  Is today payday?  Or do they get paid every day?  If the government shuts down today, it will not last long.  All of this is political posturing.  It would be political suicide to actually allow our troops to miss a paycheck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The state of Texas is considering raising the posted speed limit on some roads to 85.  I have never been one who has a "need for speed", so this has no appeal to me.  But 85?  Doesn't that seem awfully fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see what the "new earth" will look like, tune into the Masters this weekend.  God is allowing us to get a peek at heaven there (this conclusion comes with a lot of scholarly research).  By the way, my sermon Sunday comes from the last half of Romans 6 where Paul discusses our choice:  slavery to sin or slavery to righteousness.  We choose our master.  So my title?  "The Masters."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8446705-68294395288169044?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/68294395288169044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=68294395288169044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/68294395288169044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/68294395288169044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-what-its-worth-friday.html' title='&quot;For What It&apos;s Worth&quot; Friday'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8173247248786321799</id><published>2011-04-06T08:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:56:52.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensational Media Stories</title><content type='html'>So Terry Jones and his church of 30 burned a copy of the Koran after putting it on trial.  And the response of some in Afghanistan?  The killing of a dozen people or more -- at least one by beheading.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several observations:  First, I wonder how a preacher of a church of 30 people can receive so much media attention?  I mean, this guy has had top administration officials get involved in his antics.  Isn't this a nothing story?  How much responsibility does the media bear for making such a sensational story out of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, why do representatives of Islam overreact so much to things?  If someone in Afghanistan burned a Bible (which I am sure they do), would we have a riot in one of our cities and kill dozens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, am I also guilty of a similar prejudice to what those Moslems displayed?  They think 30 fanatical "Christians" (I am being generous here in the definition.  What they did does not resemble Christlikeness) represent the whole.  But do I do that when I lump in all Moslems with the fringe terrorists?  Now, I realize that burning a Koran does not rank up there with 9-11 and other atrocities.  Yet I still need to wrestle with that question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about the 8-year old 2nd grader who was sprayed with mace by the police?  When I first heard the lead-in to the story, I was thinking this seemed extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, he had gone into a rage because of something to do with his bicycle, I think.  He threatened to kill his teachers, who barricaded themselves in a closet.  He threw desks and other objects, and pulled off a piece of the wall that he threatened them with.  He yelled obscenities at the teachers and police officers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And get this:  This is the THIRD time the police have been called to that school because of his rages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched the interview, it seemed to be clear that his mother is enabling him.  She was very defensive of him, and seemed to only want to highlight the excessive police actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After first thinking the police action was extreme, by the end of the interview I was left wondering what other action they could have taken.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-8173247248786321799?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8173247248786321799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8173247248786321799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8173247248786321799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8173247248786321799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/sensational-media-stories.html' title='Sensational Media Stories'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3163171356984921941</id><published>2011-04-04T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:43:10.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are thinking about flying a kite here in Decatur today, be sure to wear lead boots.&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's Masters week.  From the par 3 competition on Wednesday through the finish on Sunday, I plan to be watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rangers 162-0?  It's still a possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mavs aren't exactly hitting their stride as the playoffs approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am adding this a little bit after the original blog.  I have been keeping it a secret, so forgot that yesterday it became public knowledge.  My youngest son, Jonathan, has accepted a job with the DFW fire department.  He has long wanted to be a fireman.  That means he and his precious family will be moving closer (YEAH!).  In fact, they will be moving in with us until they can sell their house and find another.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-3163171356984921941?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3163171356984921941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3163171356984921941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3163171356984921941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3163171356984921941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-much-monday.html' title='Not Much Monday'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-6779887541579536308</id><published>2011-03-29T08:20:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:40:12.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Jenny Song"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTJnIx5ogz8/TZHf8-Kz3qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kSq4ra-sui4/s1600/rick%2527s%2Bpicture.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTJnIx5ogz8/TZHf8-Kz3qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kSq4ra-sui4/s320/rick%2527s%2Bpicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589494851116981922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6sGK5aXVvI/TZHfeNPm1xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW1nEKwFugo/s1600/Rick-Ross.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6sGK5aXVvI/TZHfeNPm1xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW1nEKwFugo/s320/Rick-Ross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589494322587686674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me clear something up here.  I was not arrested for possession yesterday.  That is another Rick Ross.  People often get us mixed up (even more so since I have grown a beard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday afternoon I went to play golf in Muenster -- nearly an hour away.  As I drove, I decided to listen to Stephen Curtis Chapman.  I haven't listened to him in a long time, although he is my favorite Contemporary Christian artist.  I put his "Speechless" CD in (which in my own limited and humble opinion is the best CD ever).  I thoroughly enjoyed hearing "Dive" and "Speechless" again.  But as the CD got toward the end, a song came on that I had forgotten about.  It overwhelmed me!  The words are PERFECT in describing Jenny and our grief journey.  So I have now adopted it as my "Jenny song."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the words to "With Hope" -- but you might want to google it and actually listen to it:&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, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is not at all how we thought it was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;We had so many plans for you&lt;br /&gt;We had so many dreams&lt;br /&gt;And now you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And left us with the memories of your smile&lt;br /&gt;And nothing we can say&lt;br /&gt;And nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;Can take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing you, but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can cry with hope&lt;br /&gt;We can say goodbye with hope&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no&lt;br /&gt;And we can grieve with hope&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we believe with hope&lt;br /&gt;(There's a place by God's grace)&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where we'll see your face again&lt;br /&gt;We'll see your face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never have I known anything so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;And never have I questioned more&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of God's plan&lt;br /&gt;But through the cloud of tears&lt;br /&gt;I see the Father smile and say well done&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine you&lt;br /&gt;Where you wanted most to be&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now you're home&lt;br /&gt;And now you're free, and ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We can cry with hope&lt;br /&gt;We can say goodbye with hope&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no&lt;br /&gt;And we can grieve with hope&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we believe with hope&lt;br /&gt;(There's a place by God's grace)&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where we'll see your face again&lt;br /&gt;We'll see your face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this hope as an anchor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we believe that everything&lt;br /&gt;God promised us is true, so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can cry with hope&lt;br /&gt;And say goodbye with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we ache with hope&lt;br /&gt;We hold on with hope&lt;br /&gt;We let go with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"&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/8446705-6779887541579536308?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/6779887541579536308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=6779887541579536308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6779887541579536308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6779887541579536308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-jenny-song.html' title='My &quot;Jenny Song&quot;'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</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/-RTJnIx5ogz8/TZHf8-Kz3qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kSq4ra-sui4/s72-c/rick%2527s%2Bpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1838178108084296753</id><published>2011-03-28T09:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:25:07.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in There with Me</title><content type='html'>I want you to know that I have not quit blogging.  I am just going through a season in which the idea well is kind of dry.  I feel like constantly talking about my grief journey probably gets old to many readers -- but that IS where I am.  Sports (other than golf) bore me right now.  And I know that I am pretty much alone on the golf thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of golf, the Masters is right around the corner.  Week after next.  I think at the top of my bucket list would probably be to make a trip to the Masters some day.  Hotter ticket than the Super Bowl or the Final 4, though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as much as public sentiment has turned against Tiger Woods, I would like to see him recover and regain his form again.  Tournaments are just more exciting when he is in the thick of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.  I think I am feeling a 4-day virus coming on around April 7th. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-1838178108084296753?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1838178108084296753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1838178108084296753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1838178108084296753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1838178108084296753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/hang-in-there-with-me.html' title='Hang in There with Me'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-37619318911231419</id><published>2011-03-21T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:20:20.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from Memphis</title><content type='html'>Beverly, Malaya and I spent most of last week in Memphis with my son and his family.  It was great to have that much time together.  I haven't laughed that much in a long time.  We also enjoyed great food together (some fixed by my daughter-in-law and some eaten out).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Monday, Malaya, Josh and I went to the National Civil Rights Museum.  It is within the motel where Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated.  I have been there once before, and it is a convicting experience.  I lived through much of the civil rights movement, and can vividly remember much of what was on display.  I am struck by how easily we humans can fall into behaviors that are so ungodly -- and convince ourselves that they ARE godly.  How the "Bible belt" South could have ever been so supportive of segregation still boggles me.  But I can remember as a child not really thinking twice about it because it WAS the culture.  I have come to see how Nazi Germany could have been so brainwashed by Hitler, because I have seen something nearly as inhuman and evil played out in Jackson, Mississippi in the 1960s, as well as throughout our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, I was invited to speak to a class at my son's church.  They offer a class at 1 PM on Wednesday for those who don't want to be driving after dark in the evening.  I enjoyed my time with those folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were doing that, Beverly and the rest of the crew went to the Memphis zoo.  I wish I had been able to go with them, because this is a GREAT zoo!  I have been to some of the best (including the San Diego and Fort Worth zoos, which are very nice), but this one holds its own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh and I played golf on Thursday at Mirimichi, a golf course owned by Justin Timberlake.  It is the 1st eco-friendly golf course in the US.  I had played there once before, and really both of my visits there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, though, it is good to be back home.  Being a routine-type person, I always enjoy getting back into my "rhythm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-37619318911231419?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/37619318911231419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=37619318911231419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/37619318911231419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/37619318911231419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-from-memphis.html' title='Home from Memphis'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7796830834324776978</id><published>2011-03-11T08:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:26:34.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Tragedy of the Fall</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a couple of weeks, I turned on the news this morning and didn't see or hear Charlie Sheen.  It took an 8.9 earthquake, the 5th largest ever recorded, to shake him from the media's infatuation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a tragedy!  And it continues to play out before our eyes.  The resulting tsunami is expected to sweep across the Pacific in the next few hours -- striking our own U.S. west coast and Hawaii.  I pray that God will protect those in its path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is yet another reminder of the consequences of living in a fallen world.  And yet another reminder of how I long for the coming day when all is made right again.  Come, Lord Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-7796830834324776978?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7796830834324776978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7796830834324776978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7796830834324776978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7796830834324776978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-first-time-in-couple-of-weeks-i.html' title='More Tragedy of the Fall'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8989742160340470494</id><published>2011-03-09T08:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:45:05.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness in Two Kingdoms</title><content type='html'>What's up with the Charlie Sheen obsession?  This guy has obvious mental issues and is in desperate need of help, and the media have made him like an animal in the zoo that we gawk at and listen to every noise he makes -- laughing and being amused.  Something is wrong with this.  It speaks to the depravity of humanity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say that the Christian community is above such behavior.  However, in the last couple of weeks, we have seen ugliness there as well.  Rob Bell has written a book that has yet to be released.  A couple of promotional blurbs is all that has been made available to the public.  Yet, there are prominent Christian leaders who have already labeled Bell a "universalist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The few people who have received advanced copies of the book, including someone from &lt;b&gt;Christianity Today&lt;/b&gt; magazine, have said that they do not see how the accusation that Bell is a universalist can be reached from what he has written.  How can you go public with an accusation of a fellow believer when you haven't even yet read what he said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appears to me that the accusers tend to be strong Calvinists.  Perhaps they are attacking Bell because he doesn't fit their mold.  I don't know for sure if that is the reason why, but it is ugly.  It surely doesn't seem to be Christlike.  But I have seen a lot of ugliness through the years that is masqueraded as "defending the faith."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this makes my heart ache for the day when God again makes everything right.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-8989742160340470494?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8989742160340470494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8989742160340470494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8989742160340470494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8989742160340470494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/sickness-in-two-kingdoms.html' title='Sickness in Two Kingdoms'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7776454006131521852</id><published>2011-03-07T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:02:13.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fellowship of Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is Beverly's birthday.  I love her birthday, because from now until October she can't say that I am older than she is.  On this day a few years ago (I can't say her age, because I didn't ask for permission), God blessed the world with the birth of this little girl who has become a giant of the faith.  What an honor that God allows me to journey beside her through life.  What a blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So happy birthday, my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday morning, Wise County Christian Counseling (Beverly's agency) hosted a Grief Seminar in the family room at the Decatur Church of Christ.  Danny Mack, a friend who specializes in grief counseling, was the speaker.  No one knew what to expect.  Beverly had done a little advertising.  She and Danny figured 20 people would be a good turn-out.  Around 54 had rsvp'd by Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, over 70 people filled the room!  We had people from Oklahoma -- and as far away as Tyler come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than anything, what this showed me is that there is a tremendous need to reach people who are grieving.  Our culture does not do grieving well -- in large part because people don't allow others to grieve.  As Danny pointed out, someone loses a spouse, child, etc. -- and they are given 3 days off to mourn.  Three days?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I understand the economics of this, and don't have any real answers for employers.  But what do you think the productivity level of that grieving employee is?  And according to statistics, such a person will miss 50 days of work over the next year (if I remember Danny's info right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is that in our fast-paced culture, there is no time for grief.  And so, rather than healthily dealing with it, we stuff it, mask it, put ourselves together with tape and glue -- and try to function.  For the most part, we simply go through the motions.  This cannot possibly be healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that God is leading Beverly and me to a ministry that we never would have chosen.  I have no doubt that for the rest of our lives, we will be reaching out to grieving people and journeying with them.  We are still in the midst of our own journey.  So this is where children of God link arms and travel together -- holding each other up.  "The fellowship of suffering."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7776454006131521852?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7776454006131521852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7776454006131521852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7776454006131521852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7776454006131521852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/fellowship-of-suffering.html' title='The Fellowship of Suffering'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1734933381427125419</id><published>2011-03-01T08:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:37:14.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Malaya!</title><content type='html'>Last night was Malaya's last basketball game for a while.  They were playing the best team in the league.  It was a close game, and our team was showing more grit than I had seen in previous games.  Malaya got the ball down low and had a girl towering over her between her and the basket.  She started a move up as if she was going to shoot, and came back down.  She has not normally been very aggressive in her play.  Then suddenly, she just took it up and over the girl guarding her -- and made it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears came to my eyes as I watched her run down the court, with people in the stands cheering her name.  She had the biggest "I want to smile, but don't want to act like it was a big deal" look on her face.  I wish I had a picture of her pure joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, we won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I knew what things are like on the other side of the thin veil.  I would love to think that Jenny was watching.  I can just see her cheering this daughter she loved so incredibly.  And I can still hear her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to what is really important.  Crisis in the Middle East.  Economy still struggling.  Budget deficits.  And all the news wants to cover, it seems, is Charlie Sheen.  Why, please tell me, is this so newsworthy?  Why not cover the stories of people whose lives were messed up, but who have found redemption and hope and turned them around?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-1734933381427125419?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1734933381427125419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1734933381427125419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1734933381427125419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1734933381427125419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-malaya.html' title='Go, Malaya!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3446208493641196749</id><published>2011-02-28T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:40:00.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Our "Church"</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My precious wife wrote a beautiful letter that she had one of our shepherds read yesterday morning in our assembly.  This letter represents how we feel about our extended "church" as well.  So I wanted to share our thanks with so many of you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Church Family,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;In February 2010, our family was dealt a blow that we never saw coming! We were devastated and absolutely broken. You were so faithful in standing with us in prayer over Jenny for healing and deliverance. You met every need we had before we even knew we needed it. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On February 22 of last year, the darkness engulfed us as we said good-bye to our precious daughter and knew that part of us was dying as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;While these events shocked us beyond what our minds could fathom or imagine, the Lord, in all His tenderness, had prepared us for it. He knew from the time He knit us together in our mothers’ wombs that we would bury our first-born. Although we do not believe that God “took” our daughter, we do believe He knew what the evil one would do and, in His lovingkindness, prepared us for it by placing us in this community of faith for ‘such a time as this’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;How we love Him for His provision! How we love you! And thank you for your love and support.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The Lord has used you repeatedly over the last year to pour His love, grace, and mercy into us with rich compassion. We braced for the one-year marker of this tragedy, and the Lord used you to pour into us. Your prayers over us have become treasures to our hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thank you protecting us and letting us catch our breath a bit. Please continue to pray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We resolve to never serve another – &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! He is the Lord God Almighty. We are begging you to join us in that decision – that together (shoulder-to-shoulder, arm-in-arm) we will walk into the arms of Jesus. We will continue to remind each other that resurrection is real – it is what we live for! May His presence be &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; around us as we wait for that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We absolutely love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rick and Beverly Ross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;“We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead…ON HIM WE HAVE SET OUR HOPE THAT HE WILL CONTINUE TO DELIVER US, AS YOU HELP US BY YOUR PRAYERS.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;2 Corinthians 1: 8-11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8446705-3446208493641196749?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3446208493641196749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3446208493641196749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3446208493641196749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3446208493641196749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-our-church.html' title='A Letter to Our &quot;Church&quot;'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2985096413644550814</id><published>2011-02-25T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:51:57.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Man of Faith?</title><content type='html'>This week I am preaching from Romans 4.  There Paul, in his desire to convince Jewish Christians that we are saved by grace through faith (trust) and not works, turns to their hero, Abraham.  So I have been thinking a lot about Abraham this week.  Actually, the last part of chapter 4 (next week's sermon) deals more directly with him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Abraham considered to be THE example of a man of faith in Scripture?  Sure, he leaves his homeland when called by God.  But there is good reason to believe that at that point he sees YHWH as simply another of his ancestral gods.  And the story of his willingness to sacrifice Isaac in Genesis 22 is a powerful story of faith (trust).  I still can't get my head around why God would have made such a seemingly barbaric request of him.  Perhaps it represents a clear break from the pagan practices of his past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then you have TWO episodes in which, in order to save his own skin, Abraham allows his wife to be used as a concubine.  I don't understand such cowardice from THE man of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I have done extensive studies of David, and I always come away from them wondering, "How could this guy be called 'a man after God's own heart'?"  He was brutal.  He was a sexual predator at times.  And while the psalms certainly reveal a heart that could be SO in tune with God, they also reveal a man who longed for revenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe all of this is intended to show us that the focus should not be on these men, with their spiritual titles.  When we hold them up to their titles, they leave us disappointed.  So it seems to me that we would be better served to be directed to the God of love and mercy and grace, who chose to embrace these sinful men and use them for His purposes.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2985096413644550814?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2985096413644550814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2985096413644550814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2985096413644550814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2985096413644550814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-of-faith.html' title='THE Man of Faith?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4726052277646076472</id><published>2011-02-24T08:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:53:45.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heartfelt Thank-You and A Rant All in One</title><content type='html'>I want to personally thank so many of you for praying for us this month.  While it has been difficult, the peace we have felt is due in large part to so many prayers being offered up for us. Tuesday had its tough moments.  Yet perfectly spaced throughout the day were texts from friends reminding us that we were being carried.  We went to the cemetery and had an emotional time there.  Tuesday evening we went to The Cheesecake Factory because it was Jenny's favorite restaurant.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are indebted as a family to you. &lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, time for a Rick Ross "Big Oil" rant.  I am NOT a fan of big oil companies.  How many wars have we fought to "defend our freedoms" that actually had at their heart protecting the interests of big oil?  And yet, I do not know how a corporation could be less patriotic than the Big Oil companies are.  Their power is scary.  We have enough natural gas reserves in the USA to meet our energy needs for hundreds of years.  Why aren't we developing that?  Why isn't there a greater push to develop other alternative fuels?  Because our politicians hands are dripping with oil.  Instead of having their palms "greased," they have been "oiled."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know of their tactics 1st-hand -- having worked for an oil company for several years.  I have seen the way that they create "shortages" -- while full oil tankers sit in a row out in the Gulf looking like a downtown freeway at 5:30 in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is Libya, a country that produces about 2% of the world's crude.  Saudi Arabia, one of the more stable Arabic nations, has said that they can easily meet any shortfall in Libyan oil production.  So why is there a "crisis"?  Well, I'll let you guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now get this:  While we as a nation are being told that we will need to sacrifice in order to pull out of this recession, and just as recovery was picking up momentum -- who stands to make outlandish profits while perhaps throwing us back into another recession or stagnant growth?  Exxon-Mobil.  BP.  Shell.  They are shameless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have watched the Middle East, as nation after nation falls into revolt against oppressive and ruthless leaders.  Maybe it's time that Americans revolt against the tyranny of Big Oil.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4726052277646076472?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4726052277646076472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4726052277646076472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4726052277646076472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4726052277646076472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/heartfelt-thank-you-and-rant-all-in-one.html' title='A Heartfelt Thank-You and A Rant All in One'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7344818978545746272</id><published>2011-02-19T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:15:33.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowed By My Granddaughter Again</title><content type='html'>I usually don't post on the weekends, but I didn't want to forget something that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Malaya's basketball game this morning.  After the game, she came home to Decatur with me to spend the rest of the weekend.  As we were driving along and talking about different things, I asked her, "What do you miss most about your mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I asked it, I wished I  hadn't.  But she thought for only a moment, and then she said, "It's really hard to say just one thing.  It would be like taking a 600 page dictionary and trying to pick only one word that means the most.  All of them have so much meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7344818978545746272?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7344818978545746272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7344818978545746272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7344818978545746272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7344818978545746272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/wowed-by-my-granddaughter-again.html' title='Wowed By My Granddaughter Again'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5708884686958444552</id><published>2011-02-18T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:33:38.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "Year Ago Today" Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year ago today I stood at my daughter's bedside, holding her hand as she slept.  She opened her eyes and attempted to speak to me.  I am still not sure what she said.  I smiled and told her Malaya was doing fine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiled at me, shut her eyes and went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the last conversation we had.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In mourning will I go down to the grave . . ."&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5708884686958444552?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5708884686958444552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5708884686958444552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5708884686958444552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5708884686958444552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-year-ago-today-memory.html' title='Another &quot;Year Ago Today&quot; Memory'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2495026121948032712</id><published>2011-02-17T08:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:40:05.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl is Dancing on New Legs!</title><content type='html'>I did not think things could get any worse for us than one year ago today.  It was the day Jenny's legs were amputated.  We held to the hope at that time that it would save her life.  But it was still devastating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The timing of my sister-in-law's family's daily notes was interesting today.  I think this one was written by my oldest niece: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dancing in the kitchen.  On one of the many nights that Jenny babysat us kids, we decided to listen to Mariah Carey's Christmas album . . . it was winter . . . and Mariah, well she can jam and Jenny could sound just like her.  Jenny's dancing on the other hand wasn't exactly on Mariah's level!  So she decided to grab Tabi's hands &lt;/i&gt;(my younger niece)&lt;i&gt; and head bang to "All I Want for Christmas is You!"  It was hilarious!  I still look back and laugh at those pictures.  We had soooo much fun when she babysat! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I wasn't even there with them, but I can so picture that!  I hang onto the hope that Jenny is today dancing in heaven with her perfect new body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently reading through Genesis in the morning, and today I came across a verse that captures the heart of a parent who has lost a child.  When Jacob was told by his sons that Joseph had been killed by a wild animal, Jacob said (Gen. 37: 35)  "In mourning will I go down to the grave . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2495026121948032712?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2495026121948032712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2495026121948032712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2495026121948032712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2495026121948032712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-baby-girl-is-dancing-on-new-legs.html' title='My Baby Girl is Dancing on New Legs!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2736127057307146481</id><published>2011-02-16T08:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:42:11.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are difficult times in which we live.  Our government is past broke.  Inflation seems to be rearing its ugly head.  Moslems are keeping the world on edge.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current problems always appear to be bigger than problems that have been worked through -- or problems that past generations faced.  Maybe that is inherent in us to keep us from becoming complacent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But THIS I do know.  After telling His disciples that He is about to leave them, and then promising the indwelling Holy Spirit, Jesus said (John 16: 33, emphasis mine)  "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have PEACE.  In this world you WILL HAVE trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am resting in that peace with everything I have.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2736127057307146481?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2736127057307146481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2736127057307146481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2736127057307146481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2736127057307146481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/peace-in-chaos.html' title='Peace in Chaos'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3358045394644567336</id><published>2011-02-14T08:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:47:54.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Memory</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law (Beverly's sister) and her family presented Beverly and me with a precious gift a couple of weeks ago. For each day in our February ordeal (Feb.4-22), they gave us sealed notes sharing special memories of Jenny. Each morning I get up with anticipation to read my daily devotional and Bible reading -- and the note of the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While each day's has been a treasure,today's was extra-special to me. I want to share it on this blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of my most powerful memories of Jenny is from a high school retreat at Camp Deer Run called "Lay Your Burdens Down" where she was a counselor. The highlight of the retreat was after an exercise of carrying burdens through a field and learning how great it is to truly give them to the Lord. After that, the campers came into the pavilion that we had decorated in white and gold and set up as a banquet. As each one came into the room, the "angels" greeted each one and gave them a white robe and a golden crown. Jenny was an "angel." She was absolutely precious in that role! She looked each one of them in the eye as she crowned them and told them how great heaven is and that she was so glad that they were there! Then, Jenny, Cecil and Mike Montana sang, "How Beautiful" and it was truly life-changing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picture my daughter filling that role in heaven right now. In fact, Beverly recently had a dream about a friend who was sick being greeted in heaven by Jenny. Later, she found out that friend had passed away a couple of hours before her dream.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-3358045394644567336?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3358045394644567336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3358045394644567336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3358045394644567336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3358045394644567336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/precious-memory.html' title='Precious Memory'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2719015900614024719</id><published>2011-02-09T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:33:57.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan's Cruelty</title><content type='html'>Satan has a lot of nerve, and a wicked sense of humor. Last year at this time, my daughter lay fighting for her life because of a misdiagnosed case of strep. She had been in the hospital for 5 days at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my granddaughter (Jenny's daughter) was taken to the doctor by her daddy. She has strep. Fortunately she is on antiboitics and I am confident will be fine. But how cruel of Satan to continue to mess with us like this. Oh, I long for the day when I will witness him being cast into the pit -- extinguished forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 2: 11 "We are not unaware of his schemes." We are onto you, Satan. In the name of Jesus, we say that you may have won a battle. But you stand defeated. Even the battle you THINK you won has resulted in my daughter being eternally with Jesus. Good try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened when Christians lay the blame for consequences of the Fall on God. Death? "Well, it was just God's time." Really? Was death God's will or Satan's? Sickness? Satan. Pain? Satan. Strained relationships? Satan. And all the while, God continues to work toward the renewal of all things -- back to the perfectness of His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2719015900614024719?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2719015900614024719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2719015900614024719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2719015900614024719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2719015900614024719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/satans-cruelty.html' title='Satan&apos;s Cruelty'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1919385350697992320</id><published>2011-02-08T08:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:06:36.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A year ago today was what our family referred to in following days as "the day from hell."  On Monday, February 8th we nearly lost Jenny three times.  We mistakenly thought that after she survived that day we were through the worst.  Little did we know that it was simply a precursor of what awaited us two weeks later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I share this quote from my son Josh's Twitter:  "Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree." Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hope:  It's what I hold onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8446705-1919385350697992320?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1919385350697992320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1919385350697992320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1919385350697992320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1919385350697992320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-only-hope.html' title='My Only Hope'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-125091097837325203</id><published>2011-02-07T08:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:08:38.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Bowl Review (As if it matters)</title><content type='html'>I haven't watched a Super Bowl in a long time it seems, but I watched most of last night's game.  It took me back to last year.  We were in the ICU waiting room as the TV showed the game.  I remember seeing it on, but don't remember anything about the game -- except that the Saints won.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds as if Jerry's Super Bowl wasn't so super.  The game was pretty good.  But could someone tell me how, with all the planning that goes into this, you could get to gameday only to have the fire marshall declare over 1,000 temporary seats too dangerous to be opened?  I can't imagine having traveled from Green Bay, Wisconsin with a ticket that probably cost at least $1,500 dollars only to be told, "Sorry, you don't have a seat."  Chalk this one up to the greed of Jerry and the NFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram the other day referred to Jerry Stadium as "the huge cockroach."  I had to laugh, because it immediately struck me that it does look like a cockroach's back.  Maybe Jerry can get Raid to sponsor the stadium.  Or Orkin.  "Orkin Stadium."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love for Mr. Jones to take a lesson from perhaps the two best organizations in the NFL.  They know how to do it right -- Pittsburgh and Green Bay.  Pittsburgh has had 3 coaches in 42 years!  Then there is small-market Green Bay that consistently competes at the highest level.   And both organizations have ownership that allows the people who know the game to run the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a related note, I know I'm getting old.  So understand that I realize that as I write this.  What is it with getting some premadonna to sing the Star-Spangled Banner each year at the Super Bowl?  Why not try getting someone who actually just wants to sing the Anthem because they love the USA?  Last night was a total butchering by Christina Aguilera of what should be a special moment.  And the half-time show featuring Black-Eyed Pea?  I don't get it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, as I continue my old foagie rant, I also really want to get the commercials -- but I don't.  Some of them are kind of cute.  But the one everyone is raving about is the "Tiny Dancer" commercial.  What am I missing? &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-125091097837325203?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/125091097837325203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=125091097837325203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/125091097837325203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/125091097837325203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-super-bowl-review-as-if-it-matters.html' title='My Super Bowl Review (As if it matters)'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-79250013230748262</id><published>2011-02-04T08:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:46:44.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 4th, 2010</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning to a beautiful snowfall. Looks like we have gotten about 3 inches during the night. Jerry better enjoy this Superbowl, because it will likely be the last in North Texas.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago today began our nightmare. I keep thinking of "The Wizard of Oz." Although Dorothy's dream was a fairly pleasant one, at the end of the movie she awakes with all her loved ones around. Something in me continues to hope that this is all a dream from which I will soon awaken. After all, a whole season of "Dallas" ended as a dream of Pamela Ewing's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I blog about the rawness of grief, I do not mean to suggest at all that this is something unique to the Ross family -- or that ours is worse than anyone elses. I served with an elder in Crockett who about 15 years prior to my meeting him was involved in a car wreck with his entire family (I think he and his wife had 5 children). All but one of the children died in the wreck. In the book &lt;strong&gt;A Grace Disguised&lt;/strong&gt;, the author tells his story of losing his wife, daughter and mother in a car wreck. How does one continue after such a tragedy? If anything, what has happened to us has only served to make me aware of the grief pain of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast the year has gone. I think that is because grief has a way of making everything melt together. It is hard to distinguish months from each other -- or even weeks and days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a year ago today Beverly and I met David and Jenny at the hospital emergency room. Jenny was sitting in the bed, and I kissed her. Malaya was there wide-eyed, and so I took her to the hospital cafeteria. She had her school lunch box with her, so I got something to eat and we had lunch together. One of my elders, Mike, showed up about then and sat with us. Little did I know at that time that Malaya would not see her mother again. We had been told by Jenny's PA that she was probably dehydrated and would be home in a few hours. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have insinuated, and a few have flat-out said they will be glad when we get back to normal. I know they mean well, and I appreciate that they care about us. But what they need to know is that this IS our new normal. Our lives have been forever changed by the events that began a year ago today. In some ways, for the better. I never would have known the depths of a person's grief if I had not experienced it for myself. And my faith has been put to the test, as well. I no longer have to wonder how I would respond if given the choice of recanting Jesus or being executed. And I have learned what trust REALLY means. Oh, that word is so huge to me today. Trust and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this line from my wife: "Our family has been called by the Lord to do hard, so we will do hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God; I myself will see him with my own eyes -- I, and not another. &lt;strong&gt;How my heart yearns within me!&lt;/strong&gt;" (Job 19: 25-27)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-79250013230748262?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/79250013230748262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=79250013230748262' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/79250013230748262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/79250013230748262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-4th-2010.html' title='February 4th, 2010'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1994919879045421010</id><published>2011-02-03T08:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:42:08.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Islam</title><content type='html'>A year ago today Jenny probably went into sepsis.  We only know that in retrospect.  She was running very high fever, and then it suddenly broke.  We thought that was a good thing.  As it turned out, that was probably a very bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we miss her.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followers of my blog know that for years I have been praying that the Lord would bring Islam down through ways that would not involve war with Christians or other religions.  When I was growing up, our prayers were for the downfall of Communism -- and in the late 1980s it suddenly imploded.  Many people gave credit to demonstrators, other governments putting pressure on the communist countries, etc.  Few stopped to thank God for pulling off what seemed to be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to encourage everyone to be praying that the demonstrations and riots that are taking place in Islamic nations today will have similar results.  The situation is volatile in these nations.  Some are teetering in going to one extreme or another.  Ask God to bring down this religion -- and replace it by lifting up the name of Jesus.  It wouldn't hurt to also pray that Jesus followers ACT LIKE Jesus followers through all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the peace of Christ reign!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-1994919879045421010?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1994919879045421010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1994919879045421010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1994919879045421010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1994919879045421010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/pray-for-islam.html' title='Pray for Islam'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-6354250690974642073</id><published>2011-02-02T13:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:28:06.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold!</title><content type='html'>As a follow-up to Monday's blog, get this if you haven't already heard: Jerry has figured out how to get 300 more people into his shrine for the Super Bowl. I am not making this up. He is selling tickets for $250 -- TO STAND IN THE STAIRWELLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a sucker born every minute." And there is someone willing to take advantage of the sucker born every minute as well.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have been forced "slow-down" time. Iced in and cold. As I write this on Wednesday afternoon, it is all the way up to 12 degrees. I had to get out to go check on my mother-in-law a while ago, and the roads are trecherous. Even so, there are people driving as if it is a balmy day. I saw several people fish-tailing. One person came up on a stop sign like on a normal day -- and slide right through the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE CAREFUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-6354250690974642073?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/6354250690974642073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=6354250690974642073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6354250690974642073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6354250690974642073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s Cold!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-408941919965970073</id><published>2011-01-31T08:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:57:30.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Jerry Rant</title><content type='html'>P. T. Barnum once said 'There is a sucker born every minute."  No doubt, Jerry Jones believes in that same philosophy.  He is offering $250 tickets (must be bought in blocks of 4) to be able to be OUTSIDE THE STADIUM and watch the Super Bowl on video.  That is outrageous!  But guess what?  People are scarfing these tickets up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having been a Cowboy fan for most of my life, I never cease to be amazed at the blind loyalty of the fans to Jerry's comedy act.  By far, now the longest stretch of mediocrity in Cowboy history.  And yet most people still view him as a "winner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another thing that I don't get, and I can't believe that the NFL has agreed to it.  They are going to allow the above-mentioned fans who are going to be watching the game on a video screen to be counted as in attendance so that Jerry can claim to have hosted the largest Super Bowl in history.  Why not count the people at the surrounding restaurants and bars who are watching the game?  Let's just make up definitions for what "attendance" means.  If someone drives by our church building on Sunday mornings, can we count them in our attendance figure?  Or how about the nursing home residents that our deacons go and hold services with on Sunday morning?  Or people who wished they could be there, but are sick at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I'm on a rant again.  Jerry does this to me a couple of times a year.  The Cowboys used to be the class-act of the NFL.  How they have fallen!  Now, as much as I hate to admit it, the class organization is probably the Pittsburgh Steelers.  So the Cowboys get to watch the two organizations that have historically been the biggest thorns in their side duke it out in THEIR backyard.  How ironic is that?&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-408941919965970073?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/408941919965970073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=408941919965970073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/408941919965970073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/408941919965970073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-jerry-rant.html' title='Another Jerry Rant'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8746740491289545815</id><published>2011-01-28T08:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:43:06.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving "Lasts"</title><content type='html'>As we continue in our grief journey, I have had plenty of people warn me about all the "1st."  1st birthday without Jenny.  1st Mother's Day.  1st Father's Day.  1st Christmas. And on and on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing I was not prepared for is "lasts."  Right now, in every direction I turn, I am reminded of "lasts."  Last time we went out to eat together was on a Sunday in late January.  We met Jenny and David and Malaya at Chili's in Keller.  Last time I saw her before she went into the hospital was Saturday, January 22nd at one of Malaya's basketball games.  I had just gotten a Blackberry and she was proud that I had entered into the 21st century.  Josh tweeted yesterday about the last conversation he had with her was a year ago last Wednesday.  And Beverly stayed with her on Thursday night before she got sick on Friday because Beverly had a plane to catch the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a year ago tomorrow began our journey.  January 29th:  The day Jenny got sick with "the flu."  As you may know by now, that was a wrong diagnosis.  She had strep.  She was given a prescription of Tamiflu and we thought everything would be fine.  What we did not know was that strep was racing through her body unchecked for 6 days.  A simple dose of antibiotic and this precious daughter, wife, mother and friend would still be with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God, may we lay it all at your feet.  And may we rest in Your peace.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8746740491289545815?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8746740491289545815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8746740491289545815' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8746740491289545815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8746740491289545815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/grieving-lasts.html' title='Grieving &quot;Lasts&quot;'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-129123725193826527</id><published>2011-01-26T08:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:47:28.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Union</title><content type='html'>I try not to be very political in my blogs.  Part of that is because I have become fairly cynical about politics.  Over the last 20 years, I have watched one side be in power -- and then the other.  And seemingly nothing gets done.  For instance, how long do we have to hear that there is a Social Security crisis -- but never anything done about it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked many things I heard from President Obama last night.  I realize that such speeches, like sermons, might move people for a few hours -- and are then forgotten.  But I am guardedly hopeful that perhaps both parties are getting the message from the American people:  Get some things done in a bipartisan manner -- or we will vote you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the risk of offending some, I do have to wonder about one thing.  I am a fiscal conservative.  But I don't understand why Republicans are so opposed to investing in alternative fuels.  Isn't it obvious that at some point we are going to HAVE to do that?  To be proactive about it would create many new jobs, as well as allow us to be less dependent on the very people who would love to see us "submitted" to them (the Middle East).  The only reason I can think of as to why there is so much opposition to it is because so many are beholding to the oil lobbyists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-129123725193826527?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/129123725193826527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=129123725193826527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/129123725193826527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/129123725193826527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/state-of-union.html' title='State of the Union'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1816737947235878225</id><published>2011-01-24T09:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:06:11.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold-out Discipleship</title><content type='html'>I find myself longing for intimacy with God more than I ever have in my life.  Why does it seem to be so difficult?  I know it has a lot to do with previous rut patterns, but I sure wish it was as easy as saying, "Today is going to be different than the last 54 years."  After all, choosing poor patterns in the past wasn't all that hard! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a sold-out life is a process.  I just want to speed the process up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-1816737947235878225?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1816737947235878225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1816737947235878225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1816737947235878225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1816737947235878225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/sold-out-discipleship.html' title='Sold-out Discipleship'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8374313869075908220</id><published>2011-01-20T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:36:56.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did We Elect Them?</title><content type='html'>The political rhetoric in our country is receiving a lot of attention these days.  None more than Sarah Palin's "crosshairs" remark.  Some in the media have attempted to pin the events in Arizona on her.  Yet NOTHING about the insane murderer suggests that he acted for such a reason.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a quote on talk radio from President Obama in which he said something to the effect of "if the Republicans bring knives to the table, we will bring guns."  Interesting how this has not received any media attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yesterday, a Congressman compared those opposed to the Obama healthcare bill to Nazis who were guilty of the holocaust.  Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have read enough history to know that the current rhetoric is nothing new.  In fact, if you go back to the 1800s, it was much worse.  Does it need to stop?  Absolutely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, wouldn't it be refreshing if both sides of the aisle quit with the posturing and name-calling -- and actually constructively dealt with the problems of our nation?  What a novel idea.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8374313869075908220?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8374313869075908220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8374313869075908220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8374313869075908220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8374313869075908220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-did-we-elect-them.html' title='Why Did We Elect Them?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4130793323632708256</id><published>2011-01-17T08:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:01:56.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Normal</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.  Last week was an interesting one.  It began Monday when I went in for some oral surgery.  That afternoon I began feeling bad, and when I got home I was running a high fever.  So I stayed home sick for a couple of days.  Then on Friday I had a medical procedure (test) that required intense preparation on Thursday.  So my body was pretty worn out by the end of the week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't have anything to blog about today.  I continue to be overwhelmed by what grieving people deal with.  We made it through the holidays in a bitter-sweet way.  More good moments than bad.  But I have been blindsided by what I am going through now.  As we approach a year since Jenny went into the hospital, every day I am reminded of what we were doing at this time last year -- and how healthy she was.  Not a clue as to what awaited us in a matter of a few days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Beverly and I went to Malaya's first basketball game.  The last memory I have of Jenny before she entered the hospital was of her cheering for Malaya last year.  I could hear her voice Saturday cheering her daughter on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rest in His peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-4130793323632708256?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4130793323632708256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4130793323632708256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4130793323632708256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4130793323632708256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-normal.html' title='My New Normal'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5983884114441310518</id><published>2011-01-06T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:37:43.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VJzdjkt39w/TSXRkAH4MyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zux1OzFGoXs/s1600/nba_ap_twilliams1_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VJzdjkt39w/TSXRkAH4MyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zux1OzFGoXs/s320/nba_ap_twilliams1_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559079731497284386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a feel-good story that is sweeping the nation.  Ted Williams, an ex-drug addict and alcoholic, found himself a homeless beggar.  His piece of cardboard acknowledges that he has a God-given gift:  his voice.  And what a voice it is!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since being "discovered," Ted has been offered a number of jobs.  According to "Good Morning, America" today, he has accepted a job with the Cleveland Cavaliers as an announcer.  They will provide him a house, as well as a salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an interview, Williams thanked God for giving him a second chance.  I love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I got to thinking:  What would I put on my piece of cardboard in hopes of receiving a 2nd chance?  What would you put?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is we don't bring anything that causes God to say that we deserve a 2nd chance.  And I am not suggesting that Mr. Williams meant that.  We bring a tattered piece of cardboard -- covered with sin.  And in return, we are bathed in grace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Ted Williams the very best!  And I hope he continues to walk in grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5983884114441310518?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5983884114441310518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5983884114441310518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5983884114441310518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5983884114441310518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-chances.html' title='2nd Chances'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</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/_7VJzdjkt39w/TSXRkAH4MyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zux1OzFGoXs/s72-c/nba_ap_twilliams1_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4647122021942720455</id><published>2011-01-03T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:43:30.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiving as We Have Been Forgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read the following quote yesterday.  A theologian by the name of Soong-Chan Rah suggested that "before grace can be extended, forgiveness must be asked."  This led to the following online response to &lt;b&gt;Christianity Today&lt;/b&gt; magazine:  "If Jesus Christ had taken such an approach, we would all be hopeless." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot say that forgiveness comes easily for me.  It is truly something that I have to choose to obey.  But I have never understood people who want to limit extending forgiveness like the above theologian.  It seems SO unChristlike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, yesterday I also began reading Philip Yancey's new book, &lt;b&gt;What Good is God?&lt;/b&gt;  In it he references a website called ATFP.org (Adopt a terrorist for Prayer).  I went to the website, run by a Christian who serves in the U.S. military.  I must say, I had to stop and think about this for a while.  But I think this guy is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an exerpt from the homepage of his site:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"  Matthew 5: 44&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why Pray for a Terrorist?  Why Pray for a Sponsor of Terrorism?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where is the Christian response to terrorism?  If the struggle against violence done in the name of Islam is primarily spiritual, then defeating it requires a spiritual response.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This site features FBI and State Department identified terrorists and terrorism sponsors.  Terrorism inspires fear.  According to Jesus, the antidote of fear is love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we hate, we are reactive victims.  When we love we seize the initiative.  Love for country helps soldiers to risk their lives.  Love for children enables parents to discipline them without being intimidated.  Love for us took Jesus to the cross.  Love for enemies will give courage to face, overcome, and transform them and the environment that breeds them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Historically, Stephen was the first fatality in terrorism directed against Jesus' followers.  As Stephen died from stoning, he prayed, "Lord, do not hold this sin against them."  Later, Paul, who had supervised Stephen's stoning, met Jesus in a vision and repented.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can we pray like Stephen prayed then?  Would Paul have repented if Stephen hadn't prayed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested, I would encourage you to visit the website.  Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-4647122021942720455?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4647122021942720455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4647122021942720455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4647122021942720455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4647122021942720455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/forgiving-as-we-have-been-forgiven.html' title='Forgiving as We Have Been Forgiven'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-842180036899972789</id><published>2011-01-01T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:31:03.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed New Year</title><content type='html'>This year "Happy New Year" rings kind of hollow to me. So instead I am wishing people blessings in this new year. And I am discovering in new ways that blessings can come even when we are not in the "happiest" of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all I wish a blessed New Year! May the peace of God rest on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-842180036899972789?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/842180036899972789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=842180036899972789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/842180036899972789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/842180036899972789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessed-new-year.html' title='Blessed New Year'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3565563747710837412</id><published>2010-12-24T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:37:41.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Peace</title><content type='html'>On this Christmas Eve, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas.  Remember that "God in flesh" is our hope.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of us whose prospects for Christmas are not so "merry", I share what I am anchoring in during this season.  Immanuel is also the Prince of Peace.  And so I am praying that the reality of His peace will overwhelm, overpower and consume our anxieties and fears.  "May the peace of God that surpasses all understanding guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be off next week.  However, I may decide to blog about something.  Who knows?  But if not, I pray that the new year will bring rich spiritual blessings to us all!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-3565563747710837412?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3565563747710837412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3565563747710837412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3565563747710837412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3565563747710837412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/prince-of-peace.html' title='Prince of Peace'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1654327356886576852</id><published>2010-12-22T08:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:44:18.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Now</title><content type='html'>Beverly and I began P90X last night.  We chose the "Lean" workout schedule.  Our 1st workout is entitled "Core Synergistics."  I am convinced that this is taken from Cold War Russian KGB code, meaning "Intense Torture."  Oh well, the good news is that it's only another 89 days.&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 months ago today Beverly and I entered a journey we would never have chosen.  In yesterday's Star-Telegram there was a Dear Abby (actually now written by Jeanne Phillips, her daughter) that spoke for both of us.  It is fairly long, but a blog is an online diary, and I wanted to have access to this for years to come.  So bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Abby:  My beautiful 20-year old daughter was killed in a car accident.  I am writing this not only for myself, but for all parents who have lost a child, and to all of the wonderful people who asked, "What can I do for you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the time there wasn't much anyone could do to help, but after two years I have an answer:  Accept me for who I am NOW.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Rachel came into my life, it changed me profoundly.  Losing her did the same.  Her father and I work hard to honor her memory, but we will never "get over it" to the degree of being who we were before.  I am different now.  In some ways -- I think -- better.  I am kinder, more patient, more appreciative of small things, but I am not as outgoing or as quick to laugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know people mean well when they encourage me to get on with my life, but this IS my life.  My priorities have changed.  My expectations of what my future will hold have changed.  Please extend to me again the offer of "anything I can do" and, please, accept me as I am now.   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Different Now in Riverview, Fla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Abby's" reply:  Please accept my profound sympathy for the tragic loss of your daughter.  I hope that your letter will help anyone who doesn't understand that the death of a child is the most devastating loss parent can suffer.  They may get beyond it, but the never get "over" it.  To expect that they would is unrealistic, because it's a wound that may become less visible but never goes away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &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/8446705-1654327356886576852?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1654327356886576852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1654327356886576852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1654327356886576852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1654327356886576852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/different-now.html' title='Different Now'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7422319024521249199</id><published>2010-12-21T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:08:44.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness</title><content type='html'>I love this thought from my daily devotional this morning:  "Do not fear your weakness, for it is the stage on which My Power and Glory perform most brilliantly."&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the "Dream Team" of the Miami Heat might go 82-0 this year?  That's what one of them said before the season began.  While they are playing pretty good now, one thing is certain:  When they come to the end of the season, their record against the Mavericks will be 0-2.  Way to go, Mavs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about the ending to the Giants-Eagles game Sunday?  Say what you will about Michael Vick, but he is without a doubt the most exciting football player in the league.  &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/8446705-7422319024521249199?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7422319024521249199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7422319024521249199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7422319024521249199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7422319024521249199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/weakness.html' title='Weakness'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-3441022579996747096</id><published>2010-12-15T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:55:25.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made for Another World</title><content type='html'>In his book &lt;b&gt;Rumors of Another World&lt;/b&gt;, Philip Yancey quotes Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, who said, "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yancey then adds, "Even that fails to get it right.  Rather, we are incomplete beings awaiting a complete experience, fragmented beings awaiting unity."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking about that ever since I read it.  It makes me long for the fulfillment of Paul's words from 1 Corinthians 13:  "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-3441022579996747096?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/3441022579996747096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=3441022579996747096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3441022579996747096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/3441022579996747096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/made-for-another-world.html' title='Made for Another World'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8090537276147955324</id><published>2010-12-14T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:51:13.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Did Cliff Lee pull a fast one or what?  Going back to Philly.  Oh well, at least he didn't sell out to the Yankees.  &lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mavs fans will probably hope I don't watch any more Mavs' games.  I do a lot of double-tasking when I am watching TV.  I watch parts of the Mavs' games at times, but I don't JUST watch.  However, last night I was not feeling well, so I watched the whole game.  They went up by 20 points, and then decided to take the night off.  So much for their win streak.  Sorry, Mavs' fans.  I'll start watching the Lakers or the Heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to want to get caught up in the politicizing of Christmas along with many others.  All of the "this is America, and the season is about Christ."  But you know what?  We sound like a bunch of spoiled whiners.  For Christians, it IS about Christ.  But we live in a very secular society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I can't picture Jesus, if He were still in the flesh, whining because the world did not recognize His birthday.  He would simply continue to live and serve and make a difference.  He would not lower Himself to the level of His culture.  In fact, He would even turn the other cheek.  "Taking back Christmas" sounds threatening, doesn't it?  Trying to strong-arm our way seems to be out of character from the One we are wanting to honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8090537276147955324?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8090537276147955324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8090537276147955324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8090537276147955324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8090537276147955324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/taking-back-christmas.html' title='Taking Back Christmas?'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4062879924694797161</id><published>2010-12-09T08:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:35:36.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want to Be Where You Are</title><content type='html'>This morning in my daily devotional, I came to a verse in the Gospel of John.  Now if there is any book in the Bible that I know, it's the Gospel of John.  But as I read the verse, I asked myself, "How have I missed this?"  I have read it like I ASSUMED it was being said rather than the way Jesus said it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the verse, found in John 12: 26:  "Whoever serves me must follow me; and &lt;b&gt;where I am, my servant also will be&lt;/b&gt;."  Don't miss that!  Because here is the way my mind has filtered it for years:  "Where my servant is, there I will be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I believe the way I have "heard" it is true.  But that's not what Jesus said here.  He said, "Where I am, my servant also will be."  I want to be a faithful servant of Jesus.  And so, I need to be in tune with my Master enough to know where He is.  And wherever He is, that's where I need to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, where is Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-4062879924694797161?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4062879924694797161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4062879924694797161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4062879924694797161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4062879924694797161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-want-to-be-where-you-are.html' title='I Just Want to Be Where You Are'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-1235734282343426701</id><published>2010-12-06T08:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:56:47.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheist's Bus Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Millions of Americans are Good Without God."  This is the sign that an atheist group has put on Fort Worth buses during this Christmas season.  Now a number of Christian leaders in the area are wanting to mount a counter attack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What is your reaction to this campaign?  I have to admit that my 1st instinct (usually a fleshly instinct) is to join in a battle of words -- if not condemnation.  I want to quote Scripture to them:  "The fool says in his heart, 'There is no God.'"  I feel like I need to defend God.  The Christian leaders I cited above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;are complaining that the ad campaign is "in your face", especially since it falls during the Christmas season.  But is it anymore "in your face" than Christian ad campaigns have been?  Why is it fair for us and not for them -- especially when we SHOULD be different?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But what is accomplished when we respond to people with the same tactic that they use?  What really makes us different from them?  And is what they said really so threatening?  I'm sure there are many good atheists -- just as there are some really sorry Christians.  Are we going to win them over by trying to outreason them?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I would like to simply dialog with them.  I would like to ask them what they base their standard of "goodness" on, and how they came by it.  But to call them "fools" or to tell them they are going to burn in hell is only going to build higher wall of resistance.  After all, we are basing what we say on Scripture -- something they have already rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's a novel idea.  How about let's shower them with grace?  Let's step out of our defensiveness (which is driven by our own insecurities), and let's just love them in the same way that Jesus would.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let's also remember that we are ALL walking by faith.  The atheist is putting his/her faith in human reasoning, and we are putting our faith in the One called Jesus.  In the end, if they are right it doesn't matter.  I have still lived a life that I would choose over anything the atheist has to offer.  But if we are right, the whole equation is changed.  And I am putting all of my hope and trust in that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/8446705-1235734282343426701?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/1235734282343426701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=1235734282343426701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1235734282343426701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/1235734282343426701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/atheist-bus-campaign.html' title='Atheist&apos;s Bus Campaign'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-138125811997959822</id><published>2010-12-02T08:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:35:14.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Rogers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VJzdjkt39w/TPeumXVdPDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VNaVQdcOeZM/s1600/fredrogersbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VJzdjkt39w/TPeumXVdPDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VNaVQdcOeZM/s320/fredrogersbig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546093440252329010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a book about Fred Rogers (Mr. Rogers) entitled, "I am So Proud of You."  Written by Tim Madigan of the Star-Telegram, it is basically a recounting of their friendship and exchanging of letters through the years.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came away from the book with an admiration of Mr. Rogers.  The target of jokes from media types and the general public for years, this man took it all with an incredibly gracious spirit.  He never lost sight of his goal:  Letting children know that they are loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a deeply-spiritual man.  His outlook on life inspires me.  He was a good friend of Henri Nouwen's (another deeply-spiritual man from whom I have been inspired to dive deeper).  His unconditional loving spirit seems almost other-worldly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My attention has been grabbed in recent times by how much those whom I consider to be deeply spiritual talk a lot about the "thin line (or veil) between this life and the next."  I don't know for sure what to make of it, but I am spending more time thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-138125811997959822?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/138125811997959822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=138125811997959822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/138125811997959822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/138125811997959822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-rogers.html' title='Mr. Rogers'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</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/_7VJzdjkt39w/TPeumXVdPDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VNaVQdcOeZM/s72-c/fredrogersbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-6399477887446026386</id><published>2010-11-30T08:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:25:15.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting Nouwen</title><content type='html'>Henri Nouwen, from his book &lt;b&gt;Wounded Healer&lt;/b&gt;, wrote that a minister's service "will not be perceived as authentic unless it comes from a heart wounded by the suffering about which he speaks . . . The great illusion of leadership is to think that others can be led out of the desert by someone who has never been there."&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to two Mesquite schools for making it to the State Quarterfinal championship:  Mesquite Horn in 5A and Mesquite Poteet in 4A.  My son Josh led Poteet further into the playoffs than any team other than this years (I just had to work that in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But help me figure this out:  Horn is playing Longview in the TEXAS Quarterfinal game.  And where will this game be played?  Shreveport, Louisiana!  Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-6399477887446026386?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/6399477887446026386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=6399477887446026386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6399477887446026386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/6399477887446026386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/quoting-nouwen.html' title='Quoting Nouwen'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4985153591193486989</id><published>2010-11-24T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:28:48.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful in All Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"always give thanks to God the Father for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ." (Ephesians 5: 20)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I find myself again so grateful to Sara Young from her daily devotional &lt;b&gt;Jesus Calling&lt;/b&gt;. Following is today's entry (Remember, she writes this as if it is Jesus speaking to the reader):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Thankfulness takes the sting out of adversity.  That is why I have instructed you to &lt;i&gt;give thanks for everything&lt;/i&gt;.  There is an element of mystery in this transaction:  You give Me thanks (regardless of your feelings), and I give you Joy (regardless of your circumstances).  This is a spiritual act of obedience -- at times, blind obedience.  To people who don't know Me intimately, it can seem irrational and even impossible to thank Me for heartrending hardships.  Nonetheless, those who obey Me in this way are invariably blessed, even though difficulties may remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Thankfulness opens your heart to My Presence and your mind to My thoughts.  You may still be in the same place, with the same set of circumstances, but it is as if a light has been switched on, enabling you to see from My perspective.  It is this Light of My Presence that removes the sting from adversity.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to Josh Hamilton for winning MVP!  Gil LeBreton has an excellent article in today's Star Telegram about Josh's priorities.  Quite a testimony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that you may have a Thanksgiving filled with peace and the presence of God.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4985153591193486989?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4985153591193486989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4985153591193486989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4985153591193486989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4985153591193486989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-in-all-things.html' title='Thankful in All Things'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8122241777642448154</id><published>2010-11-22T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:38:34.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Praise You in the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9 months.  Oh, God -- the pain is still SO intense.&lt;div&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have I missed this truth from Scripture for so long?  The peace and joy of the Lord, and intimacy of relationship, come through the door of a thankful heart.  And even in the valley of the shadow of death, a Christ-follower has reason to be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I will rejoice in the LORD, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be joyful in God my Savior.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sovereign LORD is my strength; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he enables me to go on the heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habakkuk 3: 17-19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful Thanksgiving season!&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/8446705-8122241777642448154?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8122241777642448154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8122241777642448154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8122241777642448154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8122241777642448154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-praise-you-in-storm.html' title='I&apos;ll Praise You in the Storm'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4122759250520247907</id><published>2010-11-15T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:45:26.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Status</title><content type='html'>Even though I have few comments on this blog, I have had so many people encourage me to continue blogging.  As a result, I feel somewhat obligated to blog regularly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, for the last few weeks I just can't think of anything "blog-worthy."  I'm kind of going through a blog desert right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hang with me, those of you who have been encouragers.  I'm not saying I am hanging up my blog.  Rather, I will blog "as the spirit moves me."  That may mean another blog tomorrow.  Or it may mean it will be a couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would ask that you keep my family in your prayers over this holiday season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings and peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4122759250520247907?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4122759250520247907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4122759250520247907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4122759250520247907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4122759250520247907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-blog-status.html' title='My Blog Status'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4390237819034577984</id><published>2010-11-11T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:37:09.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing His Presence</title><content type='html'>Beverly received a gift a couple of weeks ago.  It is a daily devotional book entitled &lt;b&gt;Jesus Calling&lt;/b&gt;, by Sarah Young.  She writes it from God's perspective in the 1st person, and yet it is really as if God is speaking Scripture to us.  It is basically about practicing His presence and finding peace.  So far every day has spoken right to me.  I find myself looking forward to reading it each morning.  In fact, I usually read it, look up the accompanying Scriptures -- and then read it again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practice His presence today!  Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4390237819034577984?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4390237819034577984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4390237819034577984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4390237819034577984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4390237819034577984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/practicing-his-presence.html' title='Practicing His Presence'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2886474881860911321</id><published>2010-11-08T08:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:02:27.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praising God's Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>My family is so thankful for the way in which God is working in us through this most difficult of times.  Since Jenny died, David has been pursuing some way he can get more on Malaya's school schedule.  His business required him to work 60+ hours a week -- impossible with his new responsibilities.  So this summer he obtained a teaching certificate that would qualify him to teach math.  He had decided he would sub for a while, and then apply for any job openings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today he begins a FULL-TIME teaching job!  He has been hired to teach 8th grade math.  And get this:  he is teaching at Malaya's school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How incredible is that!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our faithful Father can take even the worst situation and bring good out of it.   &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2886474881860911321?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2886474881860911321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2886474881860911321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2886474881860911321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2886474881860911321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/praising-gods-faithfulness.html' title='Praising God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2336046418495199175</id><published>2010-11-04T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:32:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping THE Kingdom Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;I used to listen to Limbaugh and Hannity when I would be going here or there in my car.  When I made the decision to stop listening to this kind of stuff, it is amazing how much more at peace I felt about things.  They (and others) seemed to keep me in a constant state of nervousness and unsettledness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;So I really appreciate and relate to the following words from Jeff Christian, as quoted by Edward Fudge: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I said a prayer this morning (Tuesday, Nov. 2) thanking God that the political ads come to an end today. Personally, I DVR everything now and no longer watch commercials. Especially during seasons like this, however, I avoid them at all costs. In my humble opinion, no greater damage is being done to our contemporary culture than the colossal mind-numbing brainwash we volunteer for at the hands of political ads and 24-hour 'news.' It's just mean.&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Two years ago for Lent I decided to give up watching the news. I still stay informed through online newspapers, but that's about it. I learned a while back that I really do not need someone coaching me on what I need to fear. I have also come to learn that elections come and go, not that much ever really changes, and that the world got a lot simpler to me, not to mention less scary, when I embraced faith in an eternity that is not bound by what people name with venomous anger as all these clear and present dangers." -- Jeff Christian, "Fearlessness Restored," &lt;i style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;The Empty Pulpit&lt;/i&gt; (02 Nov. 2010).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2336046418495199175?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2336046418495199175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2336046418495199175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2336046418495199175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2336046418495199175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/keeping-kingdom-perspective.html' title='Keeping THE Kingdom Perspective'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7674420625762135821</id><published>2010-11-03T09:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:55:27.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickleness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I like what Rick Atchley posted on Twitter this morning:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thankful for a nation where we choose our rulers. Even more thankful for a kingdom where the Ruler choses us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It must be awfully frustrating to be a politician today.  If you want to serve the people, which way do you go?  Only two years ago, the people seemed to be for health care and government help in getting us out of the "great recession."  Now there has been a flip-flop.  So, if you listened to your constituency and voted for those things two years ago, you probably got voted out yesterday (unless your name is Harry Reid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm not trying to make a political statement one way or the other.  It has simply served to remind me of the fickle nature of people in general.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus put it this way (Luke 7: 31-32):  "To what, then, can I compare the people of this generation?  What are they like?  They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling out to each other:  'We played the flute for you, and you did not dance;  we sang a dirge, and you did not cry.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7674420625762135821?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7674420625762135821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7674420625762135821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7674420625762135821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7674420625762135821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/fickleness.html' title='Fickleness'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2122213172030362642</id><published>2010-11-01T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:14:18.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for Prayer Coverage</title><content type='html'>Today is my son-in-law David's birthday.  I know this is going to be a difficult day for him, so I am asking you to remember him in your prayers.&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the Giant's pitching THAT good?  Or have the Ranger bats gone into cold storage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practice the conspiracy of kindness this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2122213172030362642?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2122213172030362642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2122213172030362642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2122213172030362642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2122213172030362642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/11/asking-for-prayer-coverage.html' title='Asking for Prayer Coverage'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-8241407533163409572</id><published>2010-10-28T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:39:50.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfort of Scripture</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the Superman movie when Superman (Christopher Reeve) put aside his super-humanness so he could fall in love with Lois Lane?  It was a bad time to be human, since several world events needed his attention.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what caused Cliff Lee to take off his cape last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verses that I am choosing to camp on right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;b&gt;saiah 41: 10:&lt;/b&gt;  "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Corinthians 10: 3-5&lt;/b&gt;:  "For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does.  The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world.  On the contrary, they have DIVINE POWER to demolish strongholds.  We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive ever thought to make it obedient to Christ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-8241407533163409572?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/8241407533163409572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=8241407533163409572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8241407533163409572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/8241407533163409572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/comfort-of-scripture.html' title='The Comfort of Scripture'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5219188991636588472</id><published>2010-10-26T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:21:08.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Officially a Bust</title><content type='html'>Just when a defeat of the Cowboys might have sent General Manager Jones a clear message that he is in WAY over his head, he is handed a lame excuse for the failure of the "best 1-4 team in the league" (his words).  Tony Romo went down last night with a broken collarbone, so now the Cowboys' season is in peril.  Yes, the quarterback that had led this preseason favorite for the Super Bowl (Jerry's prediction, as well as others) to a 1-4 record is now out for 6-8 weeks.  Their future looked bright if he hadn't gotten hurt -- but now?  Now things are going to be really tough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long will Cowboy fans keep buying this snake oil?  The only way to change the future of the Cowboys is for true Cowboy fans to let Jerry know they are onto him by withholding their padding of his wallet.  That is the only language he understands.  I still say if not for what he was handed when he bought the team back in 1989 (the Hershel Walker trade), this man would have delivered 21 years of drought.  Instead, it has only been 15 years.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heal quickly, Tony.  I hope that bone heals stronger than ever, because you have a lot to carry on your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-5219188991636588472?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5219188991636588472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5219188991636588472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5219188991636588472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5219188991636588472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-officially-bust.html' title='It is Officially a Bust'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2259578470167780609</id><published>2010-10-25T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:30:14.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rangers in the World Series!</title><content type='html'>I really never expected to be writing a blog on this subject:  The Texas Rangers are going to the World Series!  They pretty much annihilated the 2nd-best AL team that money couldn't secure a championship for.  That is a huge victory in and of itself -- beating the Yankees.  From here on is icing on the cake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think:  The Rangers are only two victories away from being World Champions.  I say that assuming that Cliff Lee will deliver two victories -- so it's really a 2 out of 5 series after that (I'm saying that with a smile, OK).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenged our congregation yesterday to "A Conspiracy of Kindness."  I am hoping that our Lifegroups spent time last night brainstorming ways in which we can practice kindness throughout Wise County.  I know our Lifegroup came up with some good ideas as the holidays approach.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2259578470167780609?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2259578470167780609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2259578470167780609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2259578470167780609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2259578470167780609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/rangers-in-world-series.html' title='Rangers in the World Series!'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2728707878502100248</id><published>2010-10-21T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:43:18.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers of Kindness</title><content type='html'>As I preach through the fruit of the Spirit, this week I come to "kindness."  I have been reminded how important this trait is for those who claim to be Christlike.  I also wonder if the world would identify Christians as bearing this trait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across a book entitled &lt;b&gt;Conspiracy of Kindness&lt;/b&gt;.  I think I am going to encourage our church to live by this theme -- and intentionally practice the kindness of Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize I am giving away some of my sermon for this Sunday, but I found this very interesting:  The Greek word for "kindness" is "chresto."  The Greek word for "Christ" is "christo."  Because the words sound somewhat the same, early Christian writers tell us that some people referred to Christians not as "followers of Christ" (Christo), but "followers of kindness" (chresto).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still obviously want to be identified as a follower of Christ.  But I think it would be really cool if I (we) could be known as followers of kindness as well.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8446705-2728707878502100248?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2728707878502100248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2728707878502100248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2728707878502100248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2728707878502100248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/followers-of-kindness.html' title='Followers of Kindness'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-2154343810196818907</id><published>2010-10-19T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:28:05.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Guy Can Pitch</title><content type='html'>I am trying to keep my expectations tempered right now about the Rangers making the World Series.  Surely Cliff Lee could tough it up and pitch today and tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was some of the most awesome pitching I have ever seen.  The only more dominant pitching I can remember was back in 1986 when Mike Scott was in his stride for the Astros -- throwing the nastiest split-finger fastballs ever.  Of course he was probably doctoring the ball, too.  The only doctoring Lee is doing is throwing laser-precision pitches within centimeters of where he wants them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep saying "If only" right now --  thinking back to game 1.  One game at a time, boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm also hoping that Lee really likes Texas.  I like him and want him to remain a Ranger.  It would be sad to see him join the traitors ARod and Teixeira in Yankee pinstripes next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-2154343810196818907?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/2154343810196818907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=2154343810196818907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2154343810196818907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/2154343810196818907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-guy-can-pitch.html' title='This Guy Can Pitch'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-4294055530009723015</id><published>2010-10-18T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:40:12.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Week</title><content type='html'>Beverly and I have returned from a wonderful trip to the Port &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aransas&lt;/span&gt; area.  This included two nights in San Antonio as well.  We managed to eat three meals in San Antonio:  One at Mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tierra&lt;/span&gt; and two at La Margarita.  We sat outside on a beautiful Friday night and found ourselves wishing we could stay for hours.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our time on the coast was just what the doctor ordered.  Beverly finds the surf to be extremely therapeutic, and she got to spend three days sitting on the beach.  I find the golf course to be equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeautic&lt;/span&gt;.  So, she would drop me and my college roommate off at the golf course, and she and his wife would drive over the dunes to the beach 2 minutes away.  It was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate as some good restaurants that overlooked the yacht basin.  Wonderful times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are SO indebted to the couple who allowed us to use their house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aransas&lt;/span&gt; Pass.  Each morning we would get up and go sit on the patio with a cup of coffee, our bibles and devotional books.  About lunch time, we would head in to eat and prepare for the afternoon.  I think I could get used to such a schedule:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Rangers!  Beat the Evil Empire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbelievably, Dale Hanson still leads each sportscast with 5 minutes of the Cowboys -- followed by passing mention of the Rangers.  Jerry grins all the way to the bank.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't have cable or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; on the coast, so we followed game 5 of the Rangers-Rays series on my blackberry.  We thought we would catch the highlights on the Corpus news that night.  So we tuned in.  The 1st story was about 3 minutes on the local high school girls' cross-country team.  This was followed by a play-by-play of the girls' volleyball game.  At the end of the broadcast, the sportscaster said, "And congratulations to the Rangers." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-4294055530009723015?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/4294055530009723015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=4294055530009723015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4294055530009723015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/4294055530009723015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-week.html' title='A Great Week'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-5707951041890620182</id><published>2010-10-07T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:35:04.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Greatest Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I will be out of the office for a few days.  Probably won't blog until I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st of all, congratulations to the Rangers for a well-played win yesterday.  Here's hoping that they can go up 2-0 as they head back to Arlington.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday is my birthday.  Below is a treasure I want to share with you.  It is words my daughter blessed me with on her blog for my birthday in 2005.  Saturday is going to seem incomplete without hearing her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(186, 71, 107); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kindermommy.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-hero.html" style="color: rgb(186, 71, 107); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;My Hero!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(99, 32, 53); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;Yesterday was my dad's birthday! My dad is my hero!! I celebrate him!&lt;br /&gt;I can remember my dad rocking me to sleep everynight until I was about 12 (just kidding, really about 6). After my mom washed my hair I used to sit with my dad and he would blow dry and brush my hair. He did it way more gentle than Mom. And now Malaya's favorite person to blowdry and brush her hair is Grampy!! I remember watching in awe as a little girl as we watched "Jesus of Nazareth" and looking back at my dad as tears fell down his face when Christ was crucified. I remember going to and watching numerous Astros games. I remember Dad recording us as kids talking, singing, singing the books of the Bible on audio cassettes. I remember when Dad bought me a wrist corsage to wear to my piano recital. I still to this day have that corsage. I remember Dad's spankings always followed with an "I love you". I remember working in the garden with Dad pulling vegetables and helping him "dig". I remember helping Dad clean the church building. I remember as Dad would lead Bible studies at church and as people would accept Jesus as their Lord b/c of Dad's example and teaching.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Dad decided to answer the Lord's calling to become a minister/teacher/mentor and we moved to Crockett. I remember being so proud of him as he would get up to preach each Sunday. I remember our Thursday night Bible Studies and again as more people came to know Jesus through his teaching. I remember him picking me up from school in a pick up truck with a huge rust hole in the middle of it. And I could here Dad coming as I was sitting in my last class:) I remember Dad's teasing about my first "boyfriend", Chad Reminakjsdhfakjsdhlf (I never could spell his last name:) I remember going to visit elderly people from church with Dad and love getting to watch as he handed Jesus' compassion and love and respect to them. I remember when I walked down the aisle to be baptized and my dad reached his hand out to me. I remember looking into his eyes as he was about to baptize me and feeling his love and fatherly pride. I remember when a boy hugged me a little too long in front of my dad and I thought my dad was going to have a heart attack and his eyes pop out of his head:)&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting my first real boyfriends. One became known as "The Dude". It didn't take boyfriends long to respect my dad and to become familiar with "Dad's chair". I remember picking out my first car with Dad. I remember when Dad spoke at my 5A high school's Baccalaureate and I remember being so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Dad took me to college day. I was so nervous but felt so "taken care of" by my dad. I remember when Dad and Mom took me to ACU to stay. I loved hearing Dad pray over me as they were leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when David asked Dad if he could marry me. Dad said yes and asked one thing of David. He said, "Her mom and I have protected her heart from the minute she was born and now I ask that you do the same." I remember Dad walking me down the aisle and performing the most beautiful marriage ceremony I have ever seen. I felt so blessed to have him play that part in my day. I remember the night before Malaya was born and him calling the family around me and he led our family in prayer as we welcomed in the next generation. I remember the joy he radiated as he became "Grampy". And again, a few hours after Malaya was born he had everyone circle around in our hospital room as we rejoiced and lifted up a prayer of joy and gratitude for Malaya's safe arrival. I remember that Dad could put Malaya to sleep like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;I remember as our familiy went through an extremely rough year. And as that year evolved Dad still remained strong, confident, and Godly. He never lowered himself or gave up his convictions to suit others. He held his integrity. He held his boldness. He held his devotion to a committed situation even though it stunk. He held our family together and encouraged us even though he was the one being attacked and treated in ungodly ways. I watched on Jan. 9th in utmost admiration and respect as he held his honor and composure in a situation that seemed hopeless, pitiful and sick. He was my mom's rock and our family's rock during that storm in our lives. And Christ still redeemed our family through grace.&lt;br /&gt;I remember as people from Decatur started calling Dad. I was thrilled when Dad accepted the job there. I love watching the people there love on my parents, listen in respect to his teaching, accept him as a man of God, and encourage him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad for being you! Thanks for your guidance, your discipline, your countless prayers over us three kids, your love for our mom, your devotion, your loyalty, your encouragement, your leadership, your forgiveness, your wisdom, your example of Jesus, you being a student of God's word, your committment to ministry, your example of friendship, your untradable "Grampy-ness", and your testimony of a life of faith. The people that you have blessed, encouraged, brought to know the Lord, and led into deeper relationship with the Lord are countless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Dad and we celebrate your life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you, too, my precious girl!  I cannot WAIT to see you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8446705-5707951041890620182?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/5707951041890620182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=5707951041890620182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5707951041890620182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/5707951041890620182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-my-greatest-treasures.html' title='One of My Greatest Treasures'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-472958942554445088</id><published>2010-10-05T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:42:00.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryder Cup Recap</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed watching the Ryder Cup over the weekend.  Incredibly it came down to the last match.  The US team actually lost the match on Sunday afternoon when they won only 1/2 point in 6 matches.  It was not because Hunter Mahan miss-hit a chip shot in the last singles' match yesterday.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like a lot of the European players:  Lee Westwood, Graeme McDowell, Luke Donald, Darren Clarke, etc.  I even kind of like Colin Montgomery in a kind of sympathetic way.  He may be the greatest golfer to have never won a major title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Sergio Garcia and Ian Poulter absolutely drive me crazy.  And so I ask myself:  Would I like them if they were on the American team?  Honest answer?  I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather here in Decatur for the last week has been absolutely gorgeous!  Low 50s in the mornings and 70s during the day.  I would like to bottle a few of these and break them out occasionally in July and August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Beverly and I will travel to San Antonio to meet up with my college roommate and his wife.  He preaches for the Northwest Church of Christ there.  One of his members had kept up with our Carepages during Jenny's illness.  This individual has a house in Rockport, Texas and wants to open it to us for a few days.  So the four of us will be spending a few days on the coast next week.  Beverly and I are desperately looking forward to it.  God has blessed us with so many kind people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO RANGERS!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-472958942554445088?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/472958942554445088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=472958942554445088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/472958942554445088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/472958942554445088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/10/ryder-cup-recap.html' title='Ryder Cup Recap'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446705.post-7808133308923056498</id><published>2010-09-29T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:23:52.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dez Bryant's Rookie Lesson</title><content type='html'>So during Cowboys' training, rookie Dez Bryant refused to carry Roy Williams' shoulder pads.  I am not defending him, because it's just part of the rookie initiation.  Easier to go along than to get defensive.  But I do think it is interesting that Williams (who has been pretty much a bust, thus resulting in the Cowboys drafting Bryant #1) would be the one to initiate the raze.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Williams had said at the time that Dez would pay.  Monday night, Dez took the offense to Pappas Brothers' Steakhouse.  Williams also invited the defense.  Dez ended up paying the bill for about 30 football players.  Final tab?  Just under $55,000.  (No, I did not add too many zeroes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I listened to GAC (Galloway and Company) on ESPN radio yesterday, they were discussing this.  One of them had added up the cost if a person ordered EVERYTHING on the menu (all appetizers, entrees and desserts).  It came to just over $1,000.  Obviously those football players didn't order everything on the menu.  I did read this morning in the paper that many of them left the restaurant with expensive wine bottles under their arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story?  If someone asks you to carry his shoulder pads to the locker room, carry them to the locker room two days (this is a bit of a twist on what Jesus said.)  It sure is easier and cheaper than facing the consequences.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446705-7808133308923056498?l=rross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/feeds/7808133308923056498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446705&amp;postID=7808133308923056498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7808133308923056498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446705/posts/default/7808133308923056498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rross.blogspot.com/2010/09/dez-bryants-rookie-lesson.html' title='Dez Bryant&apos;s Rookie Lesson'/><author><name>Rick Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203445347348671817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
