<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779</id><updated>2009-12-22T22:49:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CV's Ponderings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-7930425423306518835</id><published>2009-11-11T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:20:28.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #2 Always Love by Nada Surf</title><content type='html'>Theology of Lyric Song #2&lt;br /&gt;Always Love by Nada Surf off the record The Weight is a Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a mountain of your life&lt;br /&gt;Is just a choice&lt;br /&gt;But I never learned enough&lt;br /&gt;To listen to the voice that told me&lt;br /&gt;Always love Hate will get you every time&lt;br /&gt;Always love Don't wait til the finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow demands come 'round&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze the air and keep the rest out&lt;br /&gt;It helps to write it down&lt;br /&gt;Even when you then cross it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Always Love Hate will get you every time&lt;br /&gt;Always Love even when you wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-directed lives&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it'd be like to&lt;br /&gt;Aim so high above&lt;br /&gt;Any card that you get dealt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Love&lt;br /&gt;Hate will get you every time&lt;br /&gt;Always love&lt;br /&gt;Hate will get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been held back by something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;I've been held back by something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a mountain of your life&lt;br /&gt;Is just a choice&lt;br /&gt;But I never learned enough&lt;br /&gt;To listen to the voice that told me&lt;br /&gt;Always love hate will get you every time&lt;br /&gt;Always love hate will get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been held back by something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, You said to me quietly on the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;I've been held back by something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, You said to me quietly on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;You said..&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you good ones&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you good ones&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you good ones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song a lot... the idea that we are made to love, but 'hate will get you every time.' This song allows the freedom to make the choice to love, even though hate is easier... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prone to make mountains out of my life, in essence, I choose to make things bigger than they are (more daunting and scary).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (we) must choose to love, even when I'm (we're) held back by: expectations, pride, despair hopelessness, apathy, isolation, desolation, conclusions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate will get you every time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-7930425423306518835?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7930425423306518835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=7930425423306518835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/7930425423306518835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/7930425423306518835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-2-always-love-by-nada-surf.html' title='Song #2 Always Love by Nada Surf'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-5538825464217895729</id><published>2009-11-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:45:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theology of Music</title><content type='html'>I'm going to attempt to write about the most theologically influential songs that have impacted the way I think about God, life, and church.&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to listen to the song and make your own conclusions.  I also encourage you to think about the most influential songs you have heard and why they are important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: I like good lyrics even if the music leaves something to be desired. So, I guess I'm not a purist when it comes to the actual sound... I really like the poetry of lyric and how it moves me to see God in a new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song I want to focus on is:&lt;br /&gt;BAD by U2 on the album: Wide Awake In America:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you twist and turn away&lt;br /&gt;If you tear yourself in two again&lt;br /&gt;If I could, yes I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;Dislocate&lt;br /&gt;If I could throw this&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless lifeline to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Leave this heart of clay&lt;br /&gt;See you walk, walk away&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;And through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Into the half-light&lt;br /&gt;And through the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could through myself&lt;br /&gt;Set your spirit free&lt;br /&gt;I'd lead your heart away&lt;br /&gt;See you break, break away&lt;br /&gt;Into the light&lt;br /&gt;And to the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh, oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let it go! And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;To let it go!&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping, oh no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ask then maybe they'd&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what I would say&lt;br /&gt;True colors fly in blue and black&lt;br /&gt;Blue silken sky and burning flag&lt;br /&gt;Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh, oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, you know I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desparation&lt;br /&gt;Dislocation&lt;br /&gt;Separation&lt;br /&gt;Condemnation&lt;br /&gt;Revelation&lt;br /&gt;In temptation&lt;br /&gt;Isolation&lt;br /&gt;Desolation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;To let it go, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;To let it go, oh No&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping oh no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind the song for me is my role as a pastor. The decision that we make is what we are going to hold onto to define us. To be alive is to be awake... If I could answer all the questions people have, I would refuse, if I could make it all go away (especially the pain in your lives, i would refuse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us must choose what we are going to hold onto... we must also choose what we are going to let go of... the pain each of us experiences is palpable... the question is wether we are going to let it define us, or if we are going to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are invited to let go of what we cling to to define us, and cling to love that will define us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen to let go of the pain of the past in order to experience freedom and I believe that happens only through Jesus who is the Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is God calling you to let go of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What defines you?&lt;br /&gt;This desparation&lt;br /&gt;Dislocation&lt;br /&gt;Separation&lt;br /&gt;Condemnation&lt;br /&gt;Revelation&lt;br /&gt;In temptation&lt;br /&gt;Isolation&lt;br /&gt;Desolation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that Love defines you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;cv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-5538825464217895729?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5538825464217895729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=5538825464217895729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/5538825464217895729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/5538825464217895729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/11/theology-of-music.html' title='Theology of Music'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-3512860618020285413</id><published>2009-07-28T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:40:55.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life too short = not paying attention</title><content type='html'>So I had a friend of mine send me a message on on my 39th birthday (yesterday) saying that she thinks 39 is old.  Well, that caused me to ponder a bit about the question of life being short? and if I believed "life was flying by?"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In some ways my memory deceives me a bit into thinking that time has "flown."  Reality, however is that a lot of experiences and life has happened in my lifetime.  Events, celebrations, grief, pain, joy, commitment, faith, blood, sweat, tears, hopes and dreams all have been a part of those experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about all the places I've been, the things I've seen, and the number of people I have had the honor to meet I am amazed I haven't needed more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is all about perspective, maybe time flies when we aren't paying attention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-3512860618020285413?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3512860618020285413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=3512860618020285413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3512860618020285413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3512860618020285413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-too-short-not-paying-attention.html' title='Life too short = not paying attention'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-7928030086999123859</id><published>2009-06-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:08:20.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia is not what is seems to be...</title><content type='html'>I've read and seen the movie 'the watchmen.'  Throughout the book an ad campaign called "Nostalgia" is seen everywhere.  On billboards, TV, in newspapers... everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and I just got back from OKC yesterday for her 20 year high school reunion.  It was interesting to be an outside observer of nostalgia in action.  The strange thing is that most everyone there had this past relationship in HS, but life moved forward and all that is left are nostalgic memories of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'Watchmen'  'Nostalgia' is a fragrance.  My experience of the reunion was like observing people with different fragrances of nostalgia... some people had too much on, others, not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that nostalgia defines the past the way you want it to be... and keeps one from being present in the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the point of watchmen is that we glorify the past, therefore we cant see the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: High School reunions are a bit painful to observe... I can't wait for mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-7928030086999123859?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7928030086999123859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=7928030086999123859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/7928030086999123859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/7928030086999123859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia-is-not-what-is-seems-to-be.html' title='Nostalgia is not what is seems to be...'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-1854312667785838447</id><published>2009-05-31T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:24:27.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noela Drive - Ka Lani Lua</title><content type='html'>So today marks the end of my 9 day stint in Hawaii overlooking Waikiki.  I have been the 'house-sitter' for my father-in-law.  He is the property manager for the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house sits up on diamond-head overlooking a huge park (Kapiolani) and all the hotels of Waikiki.  I have surfed everyday, in board shorts (not a 5 ml wetsuit).  Stacy came in over the weekend and we had a great time hanging out together. I miss her and will get to see her soon... I have enjoyed being away. But I'm glad to be coming back to what I know and to people who know me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go on vacation and think, 'I want to live here.'  Like, as if life would be better if I'm on vacation all the time.  This trip was different, although I was able to hang out and surf,  I still had responsibilities.  I had tasks that I had to be responsible for, things that needed to get done.  That responsibility was/is a great gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ususally, on a vacation, I think only about what's next on the agenda not about the plants that have yet to be watered or the pool that needs more chlorine.  On vacation I think, ' that pool looks fun to swim in,' not, 'I think the tiles need some scrubbing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, it's been a much different trip... I'll write more later... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a taste of what life would be like, if by chance, we were to move here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-1854312667785838447?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1854312667785838447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=1854312667785838447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/1854312667785838447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/1854312667785838447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/05/noela-drive-ka-lani-lua.html' title='Noela Drive - Ka Lani Lua'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-6288187269885967361</id><published>2009-05-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:23:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Creatures I've seen... Grand Cayman, BWI</title><content type='html'>School of Silversides: Tiny Minnows&lt;br /&gt;School of Jacks&lt;br /&gt;French Grunts&lt;br /&gt;Needle fish&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile French Angel Fish&lt;br /&gt;Green Anemone&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;Reef Squid&lt;br /&gt;Souther Stingray&lt;br /&gt;Eagle ray&lt;br /&gt;Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Green Morey Eel&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Morey&lt;br /&gt;Grouper&lt;br /&gt;Snapper&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Drum&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Basslet&lt;br /&gt;Blue, Brown and Yellow Chromis&lt;br /&gt;Blue and Yellow Tang&lt;br /&gt;Tarpon &lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-6288187269885967361?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6288187269885967361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=6288187269885967361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/6288187269885967361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/6288187269885967361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/05/list-of-creatures-ive-seen-grand-cayman.html' title='List of Creatures I&apos;ve seen... Grand Cayman, BWI'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-700491923445214463</id><published>2009-05-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:18:32.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eden Rock: Time to Dive</title><content type='html'>Well... I'm in Grand Cayman, BWI (British West Indies) about to go diving for the 3rd time today.  I used to work here, long ago.  Everything has changed on the land... but underwater... oh man... is it beautiful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to dive as a whole family at a place called Eden Rock.  I don't have my camera or video... all I have to do is be present... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write of our adventure later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-700491923445214463?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/700491923445214463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=700491923445214463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/700491923445214463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/700491923445214463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/05/eden-rock-time-to-dive.html' title='Eden Rock: Time to Dive'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-5587191982752203976</id><published>2009-04-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:14:19.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is now...</title><content type='html'>The time is now: To:&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Be Thankful&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;Dream&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello&lt;br /&gt;Reconcile Friendships&lt;br /&gt;Be Family&lt;br /&gt;Commit&lt;br /&gt;Grieve&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Play&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;Relax&lt;br /&gt;Be Joyful&lt;br /&gt;Rest&lt;br /&gt;Respond&lt;br /&gt;Be at Peace&lt;br /&gt;Rest&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Life&lt;br /&gt;Love Abundantly&lt;br /&gt;Forgive&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-5587191982752203976?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5587191982752203976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=5587191982752203976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/5587191982752203976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/5587191982752203976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-is-now.html' title='The time is now...'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-3839949231583085583</id><published>2009-04-09T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:21:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today marks the events that transpired 2000ish years ago in the city of Jerusalem.  Jesus washed his disciples feet, shared the last supper with them, cried out to God with agony and anguish to take the 'cup' from him (meaning the ensuing events that lead to his crucifixion), and was betrayed by Judas Iscariot in the garden of Gethsemane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remember the sacrifice, the overwhelming responsibility of our role in the death of Jesus, and we remember that we are to serve the way that Jesus served us... We must learn to be vulnerable enough to allow the Christ to wash our feet, and willing enough to wash the feet of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may it be so... in one word... amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-3839949231583085583?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3839949231583085583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=3839949231583085583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3839949231583085583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3839949231583085583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/maundy-thursday-thoughts.html' title='Maundy Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-3919137186561887038</id><published>2009-03-27T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:57:09.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Art in Little Somalia</title><content type='html'>I'm about to go 'help' with a found art project for Somali relocated refugee kids.  I have a feeling that it will be a challenge for me.  The collision of culture tends to make me feel uncomfortable.  I also feel discomfort that really knowing the kids stories don't happen quickly enough for me.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm surprised at my desire for depth in relationships with out time investment.  I guess I am prone to act on my consumerism... even (or especially) in relationships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-3919137186561887038?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3919137186561887038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=3919137186561887038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3919137186561887038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3919137186561887038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/found-art-in-little-somalia.html' title='Found Art in Little Somalia'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-7764167455191898930</id><published>2009-03-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:11:03.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing the path... and walking the path</title><content type='html'>In the Matrix Trilogy, two of the main characters, one named Morpheus, the other, Neo, were speaking to each other about the quest they were on.&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus states that, "there is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."&lt;br /&gt;I believe that living into the path is crucial to life.  &lt;br /&gt;Without walking the path we sit idol.  &lt;br /&gt;Our apathy convinces us that we are waiting for things to happen... like the child who doesn't want to take a nap... we don't want to miss out on anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are missing out while we wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the path, it's time to walk it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5: 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-7764167455191898930?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7764167455191898930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=7764167455191898930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/7764167455191898930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/7764167455191898930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/knowing-path-and-walking-path.html' title='Knowing the path... and walking the path'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-1499076709868856365</id><published>2009-03-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:55:19.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctification is a process...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about sanctification... 'to be set apart for special purpose'... and I think that we all are being set apart for special purpose... isn't that what it means to be compelled to follow Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that things like sanctification and transformation (and other words that end with 'tion') have some ambiguity around the amount of time it takes to become those things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe one can make a case (Biblically) that God is all that interested in arrival, efficiency or destination.  Although those are ideas I find compelling because they are comforting.  Arrival, efficiency, and destination remove the possibility of sanctification, and transformation because the focus is on the end result not the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might ask ourselves; "In what ways are we more like Jesus today than we were yesterday?," or, "What areas of life does God want to transform?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our questions that we reflect on have something to do with our (un)willingness to embrace Sanctification and transformation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-1499076709868856365?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1499076709868856365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=1499076709868856365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/1499076709868856365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/1499076709868856365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/sanctification-is-process.html' title='Sanctification is a process...'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-8890163171765429365</id><published>2009-02-25T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:26:48.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observance of Holy Lent Invitation</title><content type='html'>We are about to embark on a journey that will take us through the life, death, burial and resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ. This season is a reminder of all the ways we are in need of God.  This season is similar to Advent in that we wait and listen for God’s “still, small voice.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, the Lenten season has been a time to fast, exercise abstinence and penitence in commemoration of Jesus’ fasting in the wilderness for 40 days. I would like to encourage each of you to consider giving up, or adding to your life in a meaningful way that would help you focus on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray as you consider what God would invite you to ‘give up.’ God may compel you to add something to your schedule, rather than take away. Stacy and I are going to abstain from eating meat over Lent.  I will also be practicing Yoga each day during these 40 days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits of abstinence are reviled as you practice.  Fasting is a way for you and I to be aware that God is present in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to pray through the possibilities of your season of Lent, my prayers are with you as you practice faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace,&lt;br /&gt;cv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-8890163171765429365?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8890163171765429365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=8890163171765429365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/8890163171765429365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/8890163171765429365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/02/observance-of-holy-lent-invitation.html' title='Observance of Holy Lent Invitation'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-8351655070258295277</id><published>2009-02-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:33:07.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for Lent: The easy target of Mardi Gras</title><content type='html'>So today is Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, Shrove Tuesday, and Pancake Tuesday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny how we try to work indulgences out of our system... when our system (western, American cultural system) is indulgent.  So to prepare to be 'holy' during lent we try to get 'all our sin out'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras is the easiest target for this visual... the celebration is comprised of masked, therefore anonymous, people getting all their 'sin' out, at night, in the dark... there is the safety in numbers thing, and mob mentality rolled into one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of all this 'tomfoolery' I'm struck most by my conclusion that I don't do the exact same thing... I tent to compare and contrast my behavior against such an easy target as Mardi Gras. However, my indulgence is just as destructive, just as dark, just as masked... It's just not celebrated as such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sins of: pride, indifference, lust, prejudice, competence, narcissism, (the violence of) consumption, disconnection from the body of Christ and countless others are what I keep hidden.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I look down upon such celebrations of 'sin' I must be fully aware of my sin that separates me from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-8351655070258295277?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8351655070258295277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=8351655070258295277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/8351655070258295277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/8351655070258295277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparation-for-lent-easy-target-of.html' title='Preparation for Lent: The easy target of Mardi Gras'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-3744821646875808191</id><published>2009-02-17T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:14:10.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Normal</title><content type='html'>I returned to the office this week for my first 'normal' week back since the last week of January.  Here's the short list of explanation of absence:&lt;br /&gt;* Covenant Clergy Midwinter Conference in Chicago Feb. 2nd-6th&lt;br /&gt;* Shane Claiborne: The Simple Way: Friday the 6th Evening&lt;br /&gt;* Oregon Center for Christian Values Advocacy training February 7th&lt;br /&gt;* Vibrant Gathering focusing on the pillars of being Church February 8th&lt;br /&gt;* Multnomah County Jury Duty: Monday February 9th: Juror in the Philip Sano Trial until Wednesday afternoon (11th)&lt;br /&gt;* Got Sick (cold Thursday-Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;* Valentines Day Breakfast with the Mathis'&lt;br /&gt;* V Day evening dessert @ Pix Patisserie... with the amazing CJ: DJ, transvestite, lounge singer... &lt;br /&gt;* Vibrant Gathering focusing on our attention on our Vibrant Congregational Identity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a much needed day off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-3744821646875808191?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3744821646875808191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=3744821646875808191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3744821646875808191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3744821646875808191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to Normal'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-867398892521876619</id><published>2009-02-09T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:19:20.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty: the waiting game</title><content type='html'>Here I sit... &lt;br /&gt;in a huge room with a other potential Jury Dut-ee-ains.  We wait.  every once in a while a officer of the court gets up reads from a list of names... everyone takes a deep breath... the tension is significant... the boredom is less noticable but no less significant...  &lt;br /&gt;I think we the potential jurors are in the nebulas space of ambiguity... not knowing when our name will be called... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is the sense of the unknown in the ambiguous space... an emotional connection to what might be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are passing the time in various forms: reading working on computers talking quietly,  there is a group of women that are playing "cranium" (very entertaining)...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in this together, but each separate... the table i share now is with 2 other computer users... we've talked internet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-867398892521876619?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/867398892521876619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=867398892521876619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/867398892521876619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/867398892521876619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/02/jury-duty-waiting-game.html' title='Jury Duty: the waiting game'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-3926475911315892644</id><published>2009-01-29T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:44:55.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church as Collaboration</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about what our trademarks are as a congregation.  We are a congregation of collaborators.  We figure things out as we go... that is very different than making 'it' up as we go along.  We have weathered many storms as a congregation mainly because of our shared value of collaboration.  We have freedom to work things out together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working on a project to give to our partner congregation in Dodoma, Tanzania.  We wanted to give something of ourselves that would represent who we are and that we long to be with them.  In the course of figuring out what we were going to create to give a visual representation of who we are.  People became frustrated with the process of collaborating.  Collaboration demands engagement... one cannot opt out and still be a collaborator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if discipleship is more an act of collaboration than individuation?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-3926475911315892644?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3926475911315892644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=3926475911315892644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3926475911315892644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3926475911315892644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-as-collaboration.html' title='Church as Collaboration'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-9001201652749609800</id><published>2009-01-20T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:37:55.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like...</title><content type='html'>I like:&lt;br /&gt;Waking up next to Stacy (my wife) each day... even when I feel like I haven't gotten enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;The way cold, wet air feels when I breathe deeply (Oregon Dankness)&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of getting tumbled in the waves&lt;br /&gt;Sliding down the face of a wave on a board&lt;br /&gt;A good conversation&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;Watching L'Aubergale run around in circles with excitement&lt;br /&gt;Watching Cleo(catra)'s belly fur blowing when the heater turns on&lt;br /&gt;Talking about and Pondering the words of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Fly Fishing on the Metolius (even if I don't catch any fish)&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding with friends&lt;br /&gt;Attempting new things&lt;br /&gt;Remembering laughter&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what resides in the ocean (All creatures)&lt;br /&gt;My family of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a lot of things but this is a good start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-9001201652749609800?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/9001201652749609800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=9001201652749609800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/9001201652749609800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/9001201652749609800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-like.html' title='What I like...'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-6596847226973226590</id><published>2009-01-07T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:50:12.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woes and Curiosity</title><content type='html'>I spoke this past Epiphany Sunday about Holy Curiosity being a prime motivator for our faith.  I was hoping that this idea of curiosity was what compelled those invitees to see the new born king to travel to see him (and family).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking that fear is a primary motivator for me... most often I fear what i can't control (most everything).  I started making a list of things I can't control:&lt;br /&gt;Life, others, history, world financial markets, war, politics, the number of people showing up to our gathering of worship, how much people tithe, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation though is to worry... I worry about most everything (when I'm truthful with myself)... I guess I come by my fearful motivation naturally enough... I'm barraged by media that sells my proneness to fear as a commodity.  The more fear inducing stories the more people watch... the news becomes a horror short story of all that's wrong with the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the media... I have a fondness to worry and fear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a movie called "Mr Mom" where the dad convinces his little son to release his "woobie blanket" back into his care.  My worry is like that "woobie blanket" that my heavenly father is inviting me to turn over to his care.  My woes, fears and worries, become familiar motivation against a holy curiosity that stems from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 18 is an example of how we can return to childhood where we get to exercise humble, fear-free, holy curiosity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-6596847226973226590?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6596847226973226590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=6596847226973226590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/6596847226973226590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/6596847226973226590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/woes-and-curiosity.html' title='Woes and Curiosity'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-5422672068030317651</id><published>2008-12-24T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:03:39.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow... Let it Snow... Let it... stop snowing</title><content type='html'>I really like snow... I like to drive in the snow... I like to play in the snow... I like the way it looks and feels... I like looking out my window at the snow falling...  you could say I'm infatuated by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's snowing in Portland... it's been snowing consistently since the 14th of December... In north east portland, where Stacy and I live, there is about a 1 1/2 feet of snow and ice on the ground... and the snow continues to fall... we woke up to 3" this morning, and we should get 3' more by 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I like snow... but this snowfall has had it's consequences on my need for community... I find that the prolonged snow exposure has caused a selfishness fatigue.  I feel a certain amount of cabin fever setting in.  I'm actually disappointed I don't get to share my excitement with those I care most about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of having the worship gathering (worship service) has been difficult.  We haven't met as a congregation for 2 Sundays due to the snow. In turn, I urn for being with my family of faith.  I miss being with the people God has entrusted to my care (and me to their care). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we are able to have a good turnout for our Christmas Eve worship gathering... I wait with anticipation for our time together and urn to share life together... it's amazing how absence makes the heart grow fonder...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This urning might be what advent is all about.  I believe that there is a sense within us all of wanting what could be... I hope for reconciliation... not only personally... but in the context of community...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded that we must place ourselves in one another's orbit for reconciliation to happen... for what good is personal reconciliation, redemption, or revelation if they are not for the good of the community?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-5422672068030317651?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5422672068030317651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=5422672068030317651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/5422672068030317651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/5422672068030317651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-stop.html' title='Let it Snow... Let it Snow... Let it... stop snowing'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-2199182792680620797</id><published>2008-12-16T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:27:37.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear = Lack of faith....</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about I John 4 lately.  The words that are written are an invitation out of fear, especially the fear of the unknown.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but be fearful of the unknown dangers, toils and snares that lay before us as individuals, culture and world.  I tend to worry about things I can't control rather than exercise my faith... Worry is a way for me to participate in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God has yet to abandon me, and I don't think God is about to start abandoning me (us) any time soon... it's just that I fear what I can't control... I fear the unknown future... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm afraid i don't function in being present in the 'right now' of life.  I usually gravitate toward an overwhelming sense of doom... that things aren't going to work out... that everything is going somewhere I don't want to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a bumper sticker that said, "Where are we going? and why am I in this hand-basket?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my fear is all tied up in what I can control then where does faith come in?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how this whole economy thing is going to turn out... I don't think I'm supposed to know, mainly because I need to exercise my faith... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith that God is up to amazing things.  Fear is my lack of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Perfect love drives out all fear" I John 4: 18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-2199182792680620797?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2199182792680620797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=2199182792680620797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/2199182792680620797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/2199182792680620797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/fear-lack-of-faith.html' title='Fear = Lack of faith....'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-3089180943651229769</id><published>2008-12-11T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:51:27.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ideas</title><content type='html'>So, I've been meaning to write down some of my 'big ideas' for a while... mainly to get them in a tangible form (instead of rattling around in my noggin) and to get some of your big ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a list of 'big ideas,' I'll unpack them in future posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Jesus is Simple (but not easy)&lt;br /&gt;One must be a student of others&lt;br /&gt;The now is vital to understand the 'not yet' of the kingdom... I think Jesus was more interested in us living into the now...&lt;br /&gt;Mystery is essential to faith&lt;br /&gt;God is not interested in competency&lt;br /&gt;God is not interested in efficiency&lt;br /&gt;God is not interested in safe&lt;br /&gt;Faith is active and participatory not passive and apathetic&lt;br /&gt;Values are the most difficult and time consuming issue in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Restoration and reconciliation are byproducts of grace&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a trademark of sin&lt;br /&gt;Embracing non-arrival is a faith-filled act&lt;br /&gt;Holy Leisure is a gift from God (Holy Leisure = doing nothing for God)&lt;br /&gt;Placing ourselves in other people's orbit is vital to knowing God&lt;br /&gt;Collaborative ideas create ownership&lt;br /&gt;Community is a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list will grow... but I'm excited about unpacking some of these Ideas with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what 'big ideas' you'd add to the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-3089180943651229769?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3089180943651229769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=3089180943651229769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3089180943651229769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/3089180943651229769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-ideas.html' title='Big Ideas'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-8321375831057782458</id><published>2008-12-03T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:00:16.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Aubergale Vs the Car Seat</title><content type='html'>Our new dog L'Aubergale (Pronounced Low-ber-gale) was so frustrated with being left in the car earlier today that he chewed a bit of car seat to pacify his frustration. &lt;br /&gt;I returned to the car this morning with L'Aubergale excited to see me, happy that I was back... and ready for the next adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to this meeting, however, was with anger and frustration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad at him for being a puppy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the damage is done... no catching him in the act, etc (the way to curb bad behavior in dogs is the 'redirect').  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a new kind of fear of the unknown... questions like will L'Aubergale tear up the whole car, given the chance?  or was this a one time thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two meetings this afternoon that made it necessary for me to leave L'Aubergale unattended in the vehicle... needless to say, it was very difficult to concentrate on the discussion with the images of naugahyde, foam, and bare metal seat frames running through my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I bought him a huge bone (which he ignored) just to give him other chewing options than the car... I gave him that more to pacify my fear than to give him a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned both times after my meetings he was fast asleep... no chewed up vehicle... no other destruction... all my fears unwarranted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so motivated out of fear that I think it's chronic...  but it's not working anymore... fear isn't a real motivation... it's an emotion that I react out of, but not a motivation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, perfect love drives out all fear (I John 4)?  I'd rather be motivated out of love than reacting out of fear... even at the expense of buying new car seats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-8321375831057782458?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8321375831057782458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=8321375831057782458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/8321375831057782458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/8321375831057782458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/laubergale-vs-car-seat.html' title='L&apos;Aubergale Vs the Car Seat'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-258279509780872876</id><published>2008-11-26T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:00:16.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>The leadership team for our church had planning 'get away' this past weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our time together I became increasingly aware of our journey of being church: past, present, and future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed the main areas of focus for our congregation and reflected on our journey.  As a leadership team we must reflect on what has been in order to know what could be. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our time was focused on what is now... being present in the 'now' is very difficult.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I like to be somewhere (usually anywhere) else than where I'm at.  I have a perpetual life set on a grass is greener perspective. Yet, I'm finding that being present is far more engaging that longing (urning) for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most reminded about Jesus' words about the 'kingdom.'  Jesus kept/keeps inviting followers into a kingdom that is here and elsewhere at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a now and a not yet aspect to faith... I'm often reminded about what I know about myself others and the world, but more often I'm reminded about what I don't know about those same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our congregation is full of now and not yet.  We get to figure out how we live in a new kingdom that is not of this world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while we get to be reminded that God is in control and that we get to participate in God's interests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-258279509780872876?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/258279509780872876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=258279509780872876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/258279509780872876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/258279509780872876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>Hartline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042742016016206243</uri><email>cvhartline@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13534556328232545776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257574129294730779.post-1520026647679279800</id><published>2008-11-21T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:17:08.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend Ahead... wait... I'm not a super hero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKBSGXEedI/SSczXRgTJXI/AAAAAAAAABw/9nGBzbR7edg/s1600-h/supercon2007246Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKBSGXEedI/SSczXRgTJXI/AAAAAAAAABw/9nGBzbR7edg/s200/supercon2007246Small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271238363789337970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have said that planning isn't a strong suit of mine... I think 'the some' is right.  My schedule in brief:&lt;br /&gt;3:30 p.m. Take L'Aubergale on a long walk&lt;br /&gt;4:00 p.m. Leave for Salem: wedding rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;6:00 p.m. Leave Salem &lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m. Arrive for our Leadership Retreat&lt;br /&gt;8:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m. Retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m. Dinner with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning is open: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding in Salem @ 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I thinking when I scheduled all this together... I mean, sure it can be done, but I'm no super hero... wait... I'm not a super hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read comic books and watch movies about people doing extraordinary things... I think sometimes I believe that I'm supposed to do it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boots, cape and tights don't fit like they used to and I don't think I was ever meant to wear them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not supposed to wear the tights boots and cape, who is?  Is Jesus supposed to wear the outfit? In fact, maybe my hero epics get in the way of a messiah that doesn't wear the garb of a super hero.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that's what was wrong with people who approached Jesus looking for a show?  Maybe they wanted a super hero and not a Messiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257574129294730779-1520026647679279800?l=clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1520026647679279800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257574129294730779&amp;postID=1520026647679279800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/1520026647679279800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257574129294730779/posts/default/1520026647679279800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clydevernonhartlineiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-weekend-ahead-wait-im-not-super.html' title='Busy Weekend Ahead... wait... 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