<?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-3484947831841079967</id><updated>2009-11-08T11:31:21.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SECRET DIARY OF RICK WARREN</title><subtitle type='html'>DUDE, IT'S NOT ABOUT ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-4082165877805959654</id><published>2007-10-31T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:46:48.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Rick Interview With Fake Rick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Ryl4-K-GVSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/e4BMKOj_y5A/s1600-h/515133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Ryl4-K-GVSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/e4BMKOj_y5A/s400/515133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127762660230059298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fake Rick: What have you learned in the process of doing this blog since July 23rd? If anyone really cares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fake Rick: I've learned 5 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or the most part, people like humor more than real dialogue, and people like gossip more than they like humor but they might like funny photoshop-ed images more than they like humor or dialogue or gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nti-FR readers have expressed a belief that Christians should not question or discuss Christian leaders in public, and that they should not be the focus of satire. Satire does have reputable history in church culture with Christianity Today's "Eutychus and His Kin"  written anonymously by Edmund Clowney and Denny Ryberg.  Also a HT to the Wittenburg Door and Lark News.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ooky. Being anonymous and taking on a persona is quite easy to do on the web. Truth is very hard to verify and people will say and do things they would never do in a face to face conversation. I didn't publish many comments because they got too personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;mail is viral and word of mouth really does work on the web. This blog was started with just 5 fake emails to people suggesting they check it out. Lets just say the visitors sky-rocketed from there. I didn't think anyone actually read blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ight now, anyone can be an "insider" - I have never been on staff at Saddleback (or my spouse), I have never personally met Rick Warren. I don't physically attend the church services (only on the web). By subscribing to Google alerts, Saddleback &amp;amp; Pastor.com newsletters and Podcasts, Google &amp;amp; Flickr images - you become an insider.  Yes, I do know people who have work/ed there, but there's no great revelations coming from them. Church culture is the same everywhere. My name is not Josh, Forest, Tommy, Rick, Chris, Steve, Jennifer, Paris, Cathi, Brian, John, Sally, Mike, Dowa, Larry, Bill, Joel, Victoria, Sam or Chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fake Rick: Why end the blog now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fake Rick: Good question thank you for asking that. Since Kay's book is about to come out (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Surrender-What-Happens-When/dp/0310282578/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-1916064-1315052"&gt;pre-order it here&lt;/a&gt;) and the conference on AIDS and several other important events - I'm not gonna be the guy who steals attention away from orphans in Africa! Plus, when the Dallas Morning News names you website of the week, you know you've jumped the shark.  YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP READING AND GET BACK TO WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fake Rick: Why did you pick Rick Warren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fake Rick: Rick has a great sense of humor and is an international public figure not just a local pastor. I imagine that there are many days where Rick wishes he could speak his mind. So I set out to create a blog that does just that and also comments on some of the ridiculous antics that happen in our church culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fake Rick: What do you think the real Rick would say to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fake Rick: Looking at you is like looking in the mirror! No, not really. I think he might put his arm around my neck (half pastorly hug and half headlock) and say "It was kinda entertaining but unless people know who you are and who you aren't some of this comes across as malicious. If you don't like what we are doing, that's ok, go somewhere else, I don't need you to speak for me, thank you- but where can I get one of those t-shirts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fake Rick: what would you say to Real Rick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fake Rick: I'm sorry if I crossed the line. I love your passion for Jesus &amp;amp; ministry, your focus on the poor, and your commitment to innovate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;As a member of the skeptical generation I still question some of the process. Grandpa you had to think some of it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fake Rick: What are you going to do next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fake Rick: I asked that same question to Douglas Coupland (name dropper) once and he said "I'm going to get a sandwich"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stay thirsty my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Fake) Rick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-4082165877805959654?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/4082165877805959654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=4082165877805959654' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4082165877805959654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4082165877805959654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/fake-rick-interview-with-fake-rick.html' title='Fake Rick Interview With Fake Rick.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Ryl4-K-GVSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/e4BMKOj_y5A/s72-c/515133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-3874781415466745800</id><published>2007-10-31T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:34:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got G.A.M.E.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RylvE6-GVRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/q0OtpzAwtao/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RylvE6-GVRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/q0OtpzAwtao/s400/ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127751781077898514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have this "friend" and no he isn't anyone you know at SBCC - but his church has grown to a pretty good size. With that growth, he has decided that his real calling is not preaching  just to his church but instead he is feeling called to be a Gospel Athletic Mime Event (G.A.M.E.) producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is a good preacher, he believes in the philosophy of "only when necessary use words." So he has launched a ministry as part of the church that will travel to professional sports events where the pastor will perform at half time with his mime troupe. They have already invested in a website, training materials, 48 sets of season tickets and sparkly uniforms. Their mission is to reach 25 million people through live events and televised half time shows with an interpretive Gospel dance. They have also created a campaign to teach other churches how to do sports miming with a robust direct mail marketing strategy and conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has asked me to endorse the ministry and sent me floor seats for a performance at a Ducks game. While I believe there are many creative ways to share the gospel. I'm wondering if the Gospel is really best shared culturally in O.C. as an ice capades puppet ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hockey game, and in between Wild Wing with Power Player Girls and the Zamboni was a black light version of "Genesis on Ice". I gotta say it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, infact it was worse. There is just something about Cane and Abel doing a traverse axis that doesn't sit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do people get the money to start these ministries? Do the tithers at this guys church know that is what their giving is being used for? If this is where my friend is truly being called, should he still also be the shepherding pastor of his church? Who approves these things before they launch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-3874781415466745800?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/3874781415466745800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=3874781415466745800' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3874781415466745800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3874781415466745800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-game.html' title='Got G.A.M.E.?'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RylvE6-GVRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/q0OtpzAwtao/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-9069443317553986262</id><published>2007-10-31T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:26:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Should I Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Ryi6zK-GVPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pP0BPlMqc9Y/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Ryi6zK-GVPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pP0BPlMqc9Y/s400/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127553564042220786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm trying to decide who I should go as for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think... Barack, King, Arnold or Jimi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-9069443317553986262?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/9069443317553986262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=9069443317553986262' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/9069443317553986262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/9069443317553986262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-should-i-be.html' title='Who Should I Be?'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Ryi6zK-GVPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pP0BPlMqc9Y/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-6170675464808202457</id><published>2007-10-30T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:49:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking Rethink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RydoNK-GVMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IATiIff030k/s1600-h/usual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RydoNK-GVMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IATiIff030k/s400/usual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127181276277003458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you put a former Nixon script writer and host of VH1's Smartest Model,  Jewish TV journalist, a global media tycoon- who owns one of the largest Christian publishers and one of the largest pay-per-view pornography networks, an 81-year-old tv pastor, the 41st President and former Director of the Central Intelligence, and two-time a World Heavyweight Boxing Champion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crystal Cathedral's &lt;a href="http://www.rethinkconference.com/"&gt;Rethink Conference&lt;/a&gt;. It bills itself as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"new" kind of conference with 30 Aha! Moments from 30 Leading Influencers. Be part of an unprecedented convergence of influential Christian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; global leaders this January. Get inside the minds of some of today's top thinkers and innovators. What have they been thinking about in the last year?  What keeps them up at night? &lt;i&gt;What are they Rethinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously Rupert Murdoch is rethinking that owning media companies that produces un-holy content is justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously Ben Stein is rethinking that it's okay to host a sexualized game/reality show on the MTV networks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously Larry King is rethinking that it is okay to have psychics like Paul Kurtz on his show and invite them to prove their ability to contact spirits while on the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they let anyone speak in a church these days? I know there has been a movement started by JoMax to bring the world's best and brightest to our conferences so that the church can learn from them. I'm just not sure how we decide who should speak at these things. If it was a secular conference - then no problem I wouldn't even mention it. I have said in the past &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that if you can only work with people you agree with 100% then you won't get anything done, my wife doesn't even agree with me all the time&lt;/span&gt;" - when discussing coming together to work on the problem of AIDS. But... I'm not sure I want just anyone to share the pulpit to speak on direction for your ministry and your life. (and my wife is speaking at this conference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that we have already heard  Erwin McManus speak at the last 14 different conferences this year? or is it that we don't have the same high regard(i.e. spend money on another conference) for Christian Leaders as we do for secular global leaders? Are we trying to copy the TED experience? Maybe it's like the President of Iran speaking at Columbia, maybe Schuller will stand-up and preface the introduction of the speakers with something like "take these guys  and &lt;a href="http://www.rethinkconference.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=4&amp;amp;Itemid=6"&gt;grapple &lt;/a&gt;with their ideas because they don't share our beliefs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we live in a Christin ghetto and only read Christian books by Christian authors? No way. Should host Christian conferences at a church and promote those who promote an ungodly worldview?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-6170675464808202457?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/6170675464808202457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=6170675464808202457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/6170675464808202457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/6170675464808202457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/rethinking-rethink.html' title='Rethinking Rethink.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RydoNK-GVMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IATiIff030k/s72-c/usual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-1953595900097483551</id><published>2007-10-30T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:34:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eHarmony Soul Groups™.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RydIxK-GVLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YrZhuov0zyA/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RydIxK-GVLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YrZhuov0zyA/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127146710380205234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to build 10,000 small groups we've enlisted the help of Orville Redenbacher and his company, eHarmony. We know that finding the right chemistry in a small group is a difficult challenge. To help you find the small group of your life, we will first need to learn about you. So just take our FREE scientific relationship questionaire, which will allows us to do this at an unprecendented level of depth. Comprehenisive, intense and fun, it's one of the key reasons eHarmony's Compatibillity Small Group System™ has produced so many lasting small groups. Infact, we are going to call them Soul Groups™.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing the Questionaire you instantly will receive your FREE in-depth Small Group Personality Profile (a $40 value) and 2 bags of Oriville Redenbacher's special popcorn. This fascinating report, customized just for you offers deep insights into who are in a group and how others perceive you - as well as what needs you have in a small group. You might discover that you fall into one of these categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The Mouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- attends every week on time and fills out the study completely but never says a word and popcorn prayer makes you nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; - takes the group on constant rabbit trails and can't stay on subject. You don't have anyone in your life to talk to so you make up for it by talking a lot in small group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The Rat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- you signed up but you have never showed up or called to say you aren't coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The Owl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- you think you are an old testament scholar even though you've never been to seminary, you love to wow people with your historical insight - but the truth is nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The Racoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; - can't sit still and ends up picking over the scraps from dinner while the rest of the group goes through the study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Squirrel&lt;/span&gt; - believes the answer to every question is Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eHarmony will rigorously prescreen each match to ensure compatibility based on the 29 dimensions crucial for Soul Group™ success. While we can only measure the 29 areas, only you can determine if there's magic! Start the journey toward finding the right small group, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join today — because finding the Soul Group™ of your life doesn't have to take a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-1953595900097483551?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/1953595900097483551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=1953595900097483551' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1953595900097483551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1953595900097483551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/eharmony-soul-groups.html' title='eHarmony Soul Groups™.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RydIxK-GVLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YrZhuov0zyA/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-1583515885443505447</id><published>2007-10-29T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:39:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyYJsq-GVKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s_VhOzdUEIA/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyYJsq-GVKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s_VhOzdUEIA/s400/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126795888861533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that a percentage of our congregation and some staff are addicted to celebrityism. I have reasoned that my own un-solicited fame is going to be used for influencing good, but it concerns me that some people are more interested that their pastor has met Bono and recently appeared on Larry King. The reason these people attend the church is not for the right reasons, but they think somehow through association they are connected to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come up with a solution! I'm going to legally change my name. No longer will people be able to say "I go to Rick Warren's church." or "My pastor just met with the President, and is the best selling non-fiction author of all time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were some of the possible names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;That  Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; - this would work for the surfer group, but I'm not sure I would be invited to speak at the United Nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;George Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; - there's already 2 of them, why not add another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The greek symbol for teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; - although this didn't really work for Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Pastor Pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; - so nice, I'll name it twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 3:16&lt;/span&gt; - people would think I'm the crazy guy in rainbow wig at football games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. Purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; - sounds like a soda pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me - I'll change my name to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddleback Church&lt;/span&gt;. That way when people drop my name they will be dropping the church's name. So the conversation would go something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; Where do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; I go to Saddleback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah, that's with that pastor who wrote that best selling book, what's his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike: &lt;/span&gt;Saddleback Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; Right, but it says here that Saddleback Church will be on CNN. Who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; Saddleback Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty:&lt;/span&gt; Saddleback Church is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; Saddleback Church is a reverse tither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty:&lt;/span&gt; Who is? How does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt; and...Saddleback Church got a lot of flack for having Obama speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty:&lt;/span&gt; Saddleback Church got flack for Osama speaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; No, not Osama, Saddleback Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt; I heard Saddleback Church just got back from Uganda and London meeting with dignitaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty: &lt;/span&gt;Did the whole congregation go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; No, Just Saddleback Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe: &lt;/span&gt;You mean, the purpose driven network didn't all go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty:&lt;/span&gt; Where does Saddleback Church meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt; In Lake Forest when Saddleback Church is in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty:&lt;/span&gt; You mean there are other Saddleback Churches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the IRS is going to have fun with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-1583515885443505447?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/1583515885443505447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=1583515885443505447' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1583515885443505447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1583515885443505447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-name.html' title='A New Name.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyYJsq-GVKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s_VhOzdUEIA/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-8008092834910596774</id><published>2007-10-28T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:11:59.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fletch-errr Jonesin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ7qK-GVHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/R5i1jGlYCzU/s1600-h/rickster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ7qK-GVHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/R5i1jGlYCzU/s400/rickster3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126287871539827826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ8Aa-GVII/AAAAAAAAAOU/yr9DKNSbhsk/s1600-h/rickster4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ8Aa-GVII/AAAAAAAAAOU/yr9DKNSbhsk/s400/rickster4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126288253791917186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks in our church over at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toyota Rancho Santa Margarita&lt;/span&gt; have proposed a local ad campaign against the money grubbing folks over at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fletcher Jones Motorsports&lt;/span&gt;. They have asked if I would be their spokesperson to demonstrate that living in the O.C. doesn't mean having to drive a luxury car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, Bill Walton is the spokesperson for Lexus and hardly anyone can remember what sport he even played. Don't worry - I won't have to appear in the Saturday TV commercials on Univision. It's a nice idea. Let me think about it boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-8008092834910596774?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/8008092834910596774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=8008092834910596774' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/8008092834910596774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/8008092834910596774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/fletch-errr-jonesin_28.html' title='Fletch-errr Jonesin&apos;'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ7qK-GVHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/R5i1jGlYCzU/s72-c/rickster3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-7627425730776271111</id><published>2007-10-28T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:52:18.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jitterbug Deal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ24q-GVFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/r0vnOsIXXuE/s1600-h/24read_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ24q-GVFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/r0vnOsIXXuE/s400/24read_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126282623089792082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my friend Dowa for his trip diary. While it was sometimes long and hard to translate, that's nothing new to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to announce that we have just struck a deal with Arlene Harris at  &lt;a href="http://www.jitterbug.com/"&gt;Jitterbug&lt;/a&gt; - "the cell phones for old people" company to use their brand for a new Saddleback Venue. It will be called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jitterbug &lt;/span&gt;for Saddleback. We realize that keeping our aging members will become increasing important over the next 20 years. This venue will target people in our community 65 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;Keep it simple with Jitterbug for Saddleback.&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     At Jitterbug for Saddleback, we not only created a simpler&lt;br /&gt;church services for old people, but a whole new experience that&lt;br /&gt;   puts our old people first.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Designed with old people in mind.&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul id="redball"&gt;&lt;li&gt;       &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Easy to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Soft plush cushions on all the chairs and        powerful loud speaker make the sound loud and clear. Bigger, powerpoint slides and brighter text are easy to see.             &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;       &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Helpful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Live, in-person Jitterbug greeters will greet you by name, remember where you parked your car, provide assistance, and even fill your prescriptions during the service.             &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;       &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This service starts at 3pm saturday night so that you won't miss the early bird dinners, or fall asleep during the service. The bulletin is printed on large 18x24 sheets of paper with 72 point type.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     At Jitterbug for Saddleback, we make it simple to continue to go to church even when you get old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-7627425730776271111?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/7627425730776271111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=7627425730776271111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/7627425730776271111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/7627425730776271111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/jitterburg-deal.html' title='Jitterbug Deal.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQ24q-GVFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/r0vnOsIXXuE/s72-c/24read_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-3544612181574139123</id><published>2007-10-27T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:08:35.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Star Karaoke. Day VIII.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQy7q-GVEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YmBsXrppaZQ/s1600-h/GetImageLibrary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQy7q-GVEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YmBsXrppaZQ/s400/GetImageLibrary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126278276582888514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A new friend of mine is a guest blogger for a few days. His name is Dowa Manda and he is from the country of Malawi. I hope you enjoy his trip diary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was my full last day in fruit county. Mr. John joked that I could find a wife today and stay in America. I am 18 now and I should get married soon. Most men in Malawi only live to the age of 37. He brought me to the big church's Singles event. I was a little bit hesitant to go but Mr. John took me to South Coast Plaza Mall today and bought me a pair of pants and shirt from a dark store called Hollister. He said I look like a surf munthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen so many things to buy. I was embare-assed walking by a store called Victorian Secret, Mr. John said that I was not by myself.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at the big big church tent there was the Singles meeting called "&lt;a href="http://www.saddlebackfamily.com/events/eventdetails.aspx?id=19664"&gt;Rock Star Karaoke&lt;/a&gt;" It was very very loud with lots of kuyimba and kuvina (singing and dancing). It was like a night club back home in dziko, but I have never been to one. I did not understand if this was for Jesus people or people who did not know Jesus. Some Chiphadzuwa--ngenge (beautiful girls, ladies) brought me up on stage to sing with them a song by... Bond Jovi???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics went like this...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooah, were half way there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and well make it -&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommys got his six string in hock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hes holding in what he used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To make it talk -&lt;br /&gt;so tough, its tough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Gina dreams of running away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries in the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve got to hold on to what weve got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;cause it doesn't make a difference&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If we make it or not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve got each other and thats a lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;For love -&lt;br /&gt;well give it a shot&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel like a rockstar on stage in front of that many people. That's not like anything I've experienced in church. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After the event, Mr. John treated to us to a special American restaurant called McDonalds. We stayed in our car and drove up to a sign where Mr. John just called out numbers like songs in a hymnal. They asked if he wanted regular, large or super-sized - very strange customs. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We drove around and they had our food already wrapped in paper inside a box inside a bag. Even the straws here have paper around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mr. John if he had ever slaughtered his nyama (meat) or watched as one was being killed. He said he never did, but understood that in America the process is very clean and merciful to the animals. I think it is Konsekonse mpeni wansengwa.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an eye broadening trip for me. I will return to my little church with lots of stories and ideas. Rock Star Karoke Included! The day after tomorrow I will be back to my work at the fodya (tobacco) farm. Someday you might smoke one of the leaves I harvested. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to pray for you that you will not become distracted by the world around you and continue to focus on Jesus our Lord. I hope as well you will pray for the people who are ndikdwala (sick) and need chakuda (food) in Malawi.&lt;br /&gt;Your graciousness has overfilled my hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Zikomo, Zikomo! - Dowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-3544612181574139123?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/3544612181574139123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=3544612181574139123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3544612181574139123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3544612181574139123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/rock-star-karaoke-day-viii.html' title='Rock Star Karaoke. Day VIII.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyQy7q-GVEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YmBsXrppaZQ/s72-c/GetImageLibrary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-6979066993838538339</id><published>2007-10-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:46:08.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire. Day VII.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyJ16q-GVAI/AAAAAAAAANU/B7GG8f_UTT4/s1600-h/24read_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyJ16q-GVAI/AAAAAAAAANU/B7GG8f_UTT4/s400/24read_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125788976728658946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A new friend of mine is a guest blogger for a few days. His name is Dowa Manda and he is from the country of Malawi. I hope you enjoy his trip diary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is my seventh day in fruit county. What a week this has been. Please pardon me as I have been unable to update my trip diary. On tuesday my gracious hosts Mr. John and Mrs. Jennifer had to leave their big beautiful home because of fire. At first we stood in their backyard with buckets from their swimming pools and strung together several njoka (garden hoses) and sprayed water over the back wall of their house, several neighbors pitched in and helped. I told them them that by passing buckes of water this is how we put out fires in Malawi. There was something special about this activity of coming together to pass this symbol of life.  This was the first time I had actually seen neighbors, usually they drove their cars right into their garages.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local military man with a black and white car eventually told us we had to leave. This was very very hard for Mrs. Jennifer because she had so many belongings she called "precious things" that she cried trying to decide what things to put in her car and what to leave behind. Mr. John only took a couple days of clothes and said that after seeing that I could live with only a couple pairs of clothes maybe he could too. The flames were about 4 times higher than the house and the skies were becoming a dark gray. Today is day six of 40 days of Purpose. Today I read about how life is a temporary assignment.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jennifer was very upset when we finally drove out of the neighborhood. We didn't know where we were going to go and I felt like I was an extra responsibility to them. Mr. John called several hotels first, but they were all full. He tired to make a joke and said maybe we could sleep in a stable tonight. So then he called several people from his smaller group, and one couple said we could stay with them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. Jennifer kept calling her house. I didn't understand why until she said that as long as the machine that answers the phone turned on then the house would not have burned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home we also have seen many disasters like this where whole towns have had to pick up and walk somewhere else carrying only what they could. Today, while our people aren't losing their homes in Malawi, we are losing many love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never seen so many emergency vehicles, and television trucks as here in fruit county. We watched as huge planes flew over dropping large amounts of natugoko. The smoke is getting thicker and my lungs feel like a panther is standing on them. I am very ndatopa (tired). For the last several days I have been a guest in the big big home of Mr. Larry and Mrs. Michelle, they live about 20 minutes from where the fire is. All week we have been watching the fires on tv. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I was happy when I heard that Mr. John and Mrs. Jennifer had not lost their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was also sad that the fire had been started by someone with a purpose. One of the neighbors said they think they saw the guy in a red truck. Mrs. Jennifer said that the big church had received so many full vehicles of donations of food and clothing that they have had to turn people away. This is amazing to me that America has so much that even in need they can't use it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-6979066993838538339?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/6979066993838538339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=6979066993838538339' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/6979066993838538339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/6979066993838538339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/fire-day-vii.html' title='The Fire. Day VII.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RyJ16q-GVAI/AAAAAAAAANU/B7GG8f_UTT4/s72-c/24read_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-190427515738424338</id><published>2007-10-22T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:36:23.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish. Day III.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rx2Ud940y_I/AAAAAAAAANM/mZiB8LypvKM/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rx2Ud940y_I/AAAAAAAAANM/mZiB8LypvKM/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124415193567513586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A new friend of mine is a guest blogger for a few days. His name is Dowa Manda and he is from the country of Malawi. I hope you enjoy his trip diary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Moni. Moni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is my second day in fruit county. Mr. John &amp;amp; Mrs. Jennifer and I went to the first of many services at the big church today. When we drove up the street I saw a huge square building with nice flowers out front. Mr. John said that wasn't the church but where the pastors had their desks. I had never seen so many automobiles of people who go to church. We parked so far away, a train with wheels picked us up to bring us to the big church. I sat next to a woman and I think she was ignoring me with her cool phewa (shoulder).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. John said that they don't have big enough parking lots because people have to be hurried back to their cars between services, so the next group of automobiles will have room for the next service. The train stopped in front of a large building. I again thought it was the sanctuary, but it was called the all-star building. I think it has something to do with baseball. I saw smiling people were wearing uniforms. There were lots of happy mwana and mtsikana (girls and boys) and pictures of Jesus. There was even large fish tank walls and I heard someone say they feed the kids goldfish during church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We got inside a metal box and pushed a button to go the sanctuary. The doors slide shut and then slid open and we were there!. Back home nobody is going to believe this!!! There were lots and lots of people and very vibrant music. The ceiling was covered in big bright upside down drums and there were 2 huge television screens as big as a njobvu. A friendly woman handed me a folded paper, it was like a free newspaper for the church. Mrs. Jennifer said we could have gone to other venues and experienced different kinds of church. I said that I wanted the one that was about Jesus. She laughed and said that they were all about Jesus, just different styles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There was lots of standing then sitting, back home we stand throughout most of the service unless you are old and tired. Everyone was nice and people shook my hand others didn't and I told them my name but nobody told me their name. Some people did a half hug we call a kukayika. Also, most people closed their eyes during prayer but some kept them open. The pastor talked very fast and was very passionate about Jesus. I liked closing one eye and watching the big video version of the pastor and then closing the other eye and watching the small real version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After the sermon, we were still singing and people started getting up and leaving. I was very upset and confused. Did they need to move their car? or did I not realize the pastor had dismissed everyone? Was there someplace else that was more important to them they had to be? We usually spend 3 to 4 nthano (hours) at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. John said we could go to the restaurant at church to get some food. This church even has Christian food! Mr. John and Mrs. Jennifer said they were going to introduce me to some nice people, but said that they could not find them after the service. I don't know how anyone finds anyone else, especially if they wear different clothes each Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked Mrs. Jennifer how many people lived in these big buildings. She said nobody lived there it was just for church. I wondered how these beautiful places were used the rest of the time, our whole village could sleep here at night, and go to school here during the day and eat here the rest of the time. We would never need to leave, that would solve the parking space problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kupita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-190427515738424338?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/190427515738424338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=190427515738424338' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/190427515738424338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/190427515738424338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/goldfish-day-iii.html' title='Goldfish. Day III.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rx2Ud940y_I/AAAAAAAAANM/mZiB8LypvKM/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-2154714726020598249</id><published>2007-10-21T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:22:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Group. Day II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxvmqN40y-I/AAAAAAAAANE/dnWzQFbm8X0/s1600-h/small_group.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxvmqN40y-I/AAAAAAAAANE/dnWzQFbm8X0/s400/small_group.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123942614020967394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A new friend of mine is a guest blogger for a few days. His name is Dowa Manda and he is from the country of Malawi. I hope you enjoy his trip diary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Moni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. John woke me up early this morning. He said we were going on a bargain hunting expedition to garbage sales. It was very different than I thought it was going to be. We drove around streets with homes where people sold their belongings like an open air market. I asked if this was how people supported their familes. Mrs. Jennifer said it was because people don't have enough room in their houses for the new things they buy, so they sell their old things for cheap. Mr. John found a chair that gives you a backrub!!! and a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;green &lt;a href="http://www.hammacher.com/publish/73563.asp?promo=xsells?"&gt;creature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; that cracks open nuts for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I was wearing the same chobvala (shirt and pants) as I wore yesterday, but Mrs. Jennifer says that it is fine and nobody here would even notice. Then she said that most people wear different clothes everyday, and probably don't wear the same thing for at least a month. That seems to me like a lot of clothes to carry in a suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;People in fruit county must really like to kudya (eat) because there is a restaurant on every corner. We went to one restaurant that only sold coffee and a little chakudya (some food). It was really busy and I thought maybe this was a community gathering place, but everyone got their coffee and got back into their cars without talking to anyone. The coffee person seemed to know some of the customers names but the customers didn't know the coffee persons name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tonight we went to the home of Mr. Steve and Mrs. Julie for a church meeting. They were very gracious and gave me yum yum nkumba (pig) slices on bread. There were 5 couples and everyone brought their Bible and a book. We watched a pastor on what I thought was broadcast television, which later I found out was being played on a video disc player. It was good, lots of kuseka. This was a new experience sitting with strangers and watching tv together, but then we talked about God. Then people prayed for needs - like one person said they needed a bigger house, another said they wanted more fulfillment in their place of work, and another asked for healing for her kids who had a cold that was going around. I asked that people pray for the many people in Malawi who are also sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow we will go to the big church, zikomo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-2848612-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-2154714726020598249?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/2154714726020598249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=2154714726020598249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/2154714726020598249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/2154714726020598249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/small-group-day-ii.html' title='Small Group. Day II.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxvmqN40y-I/AAAAAAAAANE/dnWzQFbm8X0/s72-c/small_group.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-4373284251560017997</id><published>2007-10-19T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:28:11.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey. Part I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxmRg940y9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/cWtCvdWGnns/s1600-h/Blantyre2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxmRg940y9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/cWtCvdWGnns/s400/Blantyre2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123286046665395154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked a new friend of mine to be a guest blogger for a few days. His name is Dowa Manda and he is from the country of Malawi. I hope you enjoy his trip diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I send my love and greetings to you, Please pardon me as I am aware that this is not a conventional way of relaying such an important life story to you. Thank you gracious hosts for giving me the opportunity to travel and spend some time in your fruit county. Since leaving Chileka Airport things have seemed very new world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I was warmly welcomed at the Mr. Cowboy John Wayne Aeroport with a hug and smiles from representatives (John &amp;amp; Jennifer) from your wonderful church. I climbed into a large vehicle as big as one of our jeep-jeeps. It had dark windows and four doors like Bingu wa Mutharika would drive. The fabric was thick animal skin and I did not understand that we left with 3 empty seats in our vehicle - while people still stood outside the aeroport waiting for a ride with their suitcases? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In Malawi things are very different, each jeep-jeep is filled with people in every seat and standing where they can. The jeep-jeep takes you to a spot then you walk miles from there. It was a great surprise to drive right to my hosts home after my long journey from Blantyre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We arrived at Mr. John's house at dark. It had many, many rooms. Even a room for the vehicle with a door that opens by itself! I was expecting a large sleeping room where everyone would stay. I have never slept in a room of my own, it was very nervous. The bed is very large and too soft. I will probably sleep on the floor with 2!!! very soft pillows. So many books in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. Jennifer asked what I was hungry for. I said yes. She said she could fix many different things to eat and wanted to know what I would like. I said I would eat what was on the plate. Then we ate more food after we ate the meal, this must be a special food just for celebrations called dessert. Ice cream - my first new fruit county favorite. I was going to clean the dishes but Mr. John said that he had a machine to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow, we will go to a small church meeting with other people that meets in a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- Dowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-4373284251560017997?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/4373284251560017997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=4373284251560017997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4373284251560017997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4373284251560017997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/journey-part-i.html' title='The Journey. Part I.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxmRg940y9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/cWtCvdWGnns/s72-c/Blantyre2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-3826411771005215207</id><published>2007-10-18T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:04:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMO from Zondervan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxd_g940y8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9hGj5Wom1ZE/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxd_g940y8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9hGj5Wom1ZE/s400/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122703305502673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick -  we understand your schedule is very busy. We thank you for all the time and effort in partnering with us on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purpose Driven Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must understand however though that we need that next book, like yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a call everyday from Brian Murray from HC HQ - asking when the release date is. I can only have Connie tell him that my door is closed and I'm meeting with God - so many times. Then my iPhone starts going, first its email, then it's text messages, then it's phone calls. I even made him a special ringtone on itunes from the Neil Diamond song - "Hello Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it us? Do you not like us anymore? Do you want more money? Ok, we promise not to write anymore books on how we were the wonder stuff on the marketing of PDL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal - just send us notes on napkins, digital voice recorders, old sermons, diaries - whatever you got. We will make something out of it - and if you like it - we will run with it. Otherwise we will head back to the drawing board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some ghost writers lined up. Let me know if any of these are acceptable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Colson - He never writes any of his own stuff, so he's available to write yours&lt;br /&gt;John Stott - Don't worry we will Americanize it after he's done&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Peterson - It will sound a little bit slang - but it works!&lt;br /&gt;Tim LaHaye - He wanted to make the movie first, but he's agreed, not sure about Jenkins&lt;br /&gt;George Barna - He said he would put a muzzle on that house church stuff&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Meyer - She's practically got a knock-off version in the can already&lt;br /&gt;Mel Gibson - We would just need to edit out a few cuss words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your consideration. The sooner we hear back from you - the sooner Nancy in HR can determine whether or not to start planning a Zondervan company Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-3826411771005215207?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/3826411771005215207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=3826411771005215207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3826411771005215207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3826411771005215207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/memo-from-zondervan.html' title='MEMO from Zondervan.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxd_g940y8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9hGj5Wom1ZE/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-6657854447093868850</id><published>2007-10-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:05:06.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Totally Stumped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxd2Ad40y7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/hZpBWZMwsRE/s1600-h/Mitt+Romney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxd2Ad40y7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/hZpBWZMwsRE/s400/Mitt+Romney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122692851552275378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitt Romney in a &lt;a href="http://www.gwu.edu/%7Eaction/2008/vv0906/romney092206spt.html"&gt;speech&lt;/a&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now what is it about America's culture that's made us the most powerful nation on the Earth?  You can think about some of those things.  One is we believe in hard work as Americans.  We believe in education.  We love freedom.  We seek opportunities.  We'll take risks in order to bring a better future for ourselves and our families.  We sacrifice for the future and for our families.  We are, in the words of the Bible, a God-fearing people.  And even those among us who don't believe in God, as part of what Rick Warren might call a purpose-driven life, we live for something greater than ourselves.  Americans respect the value and the sanctity of human life.  And American society is built on the foundation of the family unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey - wait a minute Mitt. What do you mean "don't believe in God but believe in a Purpose-Driven Life?" Did you read the book? Are you just name dropping? Do you have a clue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-6657854447093868850?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/6657854447093868850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=6657854447093868850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/6657854447093868850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/6657854447093868850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-totally-stumped.html' title='I Am Totally Stumped.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxd2Ad40y7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/hZpBWZMwsRE/s72-c/Mitt+Romney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-4632608580512189721</id><published>2007-10-17T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:16:08.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tell. No Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxb57t40y6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/39iNxGoFofY/s1600-h/crisis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxb57t40y6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/39iNxGoFofY/s400/crisis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122556430506052514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just flip on the news and you realize that Evangelicals are getting better at forgiving each other for different kinds of moral failures - but we are still having problem admitting the "I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up" part of it. We are human and there will always be Christian leaders who make stupid decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do after you realize you've made a stupid decision? ADMIT IT AND DON'T CONTINUE TO MAKE MORE STUPID DECISIONS! Don't tell people including the media that you didn't make that stupid decision, even though you did. Don't try to downplay it. Infact, don't say anything publicly - come clean privately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to admit you've done wrong, certainly isn't a new thing - even Adam had a hard time and tried to cover up with a fig leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we admit we've done something stupid? Are we afraid we are going to lose our ministry? Are we afraid that we will lose the thing that we find our identity in? Are we afraid we will lose our influence &amp;amp; power? Are we afraid of becoming an outcast? Or... Do we think we are above it all and we've convinced ourselves it really isn't that bad - that someone how, we will continue to do more good - even if we've screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ministry needs a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oops I've Been Caught - Emergency Crisis Plan&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Just to be able to answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;- Who gets the first phone call?&lt;br /&gt;- Who is the wise discerning group that lends council through the crisis?&lt;br /&gt;- What are the HR policies and legal ramifications?&lt;br /&gt;- How is the family cared for?&lt;br /&gt;- What needs to happen in the first 48 hours?&lt;br /&gt;- Who issues an appropriate statement?&lt;br /&gt;- Does every person know how to handle calls from the media?&lt;br /&gt;- How do you control the gossip?&lt;br /&gt;- How do you begin to rebuild?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have suggested that Evangelicals should sponsor an annual National Day of Resignation.  Christian leaders and pastors who are not walking the talk—and know it—can resign, no questions asked.  We’ll call it “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t Tell. No Hell.&lt;/span&gt;” Seriously.  Let’s set aside one day a year to encourage struggling sinners to shed their leadership roles.  Evangelicals understand sin and we value grace and forgiveness.  (“There but for the grace of God go I.”) National Day of Resignation would be an annual gut check for Christian leaders.  If they’re ministering with integrity, stay with it.  If they’re living a lie, it’s OK to resign that day—no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;Hey.  Sounds like a good idea for politicians too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-4632608580512189721?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/4632608580512189721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=4632608580512189721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4632608580512189721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4632608580512189721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-tell-no-hell.html' title='Don&apos;t Tell. No Hell.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rxb57t40y6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/39iNxGoFofY/s72-c/crisis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-3632435770348450345</id><published>2007-10-16T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:20:51.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Walking In Our Flip-Flops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxWK7t40y5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/4Kijzb9F2dM/s1600-h/Office-Cast-800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxWK7t40y5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/4Kijzb9F2dM/s400/Office-Cast-800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122152909738658706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what your office would be like if everyone had a job like a Pastor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When your work day was over their would be a cassette tape or CD available of everything you just finished for sale in the lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If your co-workers got sick they would expect you to stop by and pray with them, then act surprised you did come by and proceed to tell you that they look terrible and their hair hasn't been washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your wife would feel pressure from others that she should be doing things related to your job and  be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your weekend would consist of something like a Tuesday and then a Thursday. Forget 'bout Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Instead of an expense account  - every time you need to buy something more than $200 - you would be required to ask a group of people for permission, then justify why you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You must remember what stories you've told people - so you don't use the same story over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Outside of the office your co-workers get flustered when you see them drinking alcohol or doing something they think you might not approve of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Most of your meetings would happen at night in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  You would have to stand up and gently remind your co-workers that it was part of their calling to give money to the organization - so it can continue to grow and fulfill its mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most of your co-workers think you really only work an hour a week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-3632435770348450345?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/3632435770348450345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=3632435770348450345' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3632435770348450345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3632435770348450345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/try-walking-in-our-flip-flops.html' title='Try Walking In Our Flip-Flops.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxWK7t40y5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/4Kijzb9F2dM/s72-c/Office-Cast-800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-2185403925441287704</id><published>2007-10-14T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:10:07.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOBbleheads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxLax940y4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QfGCKAmKUEw/s1600-h/BOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxLax940y4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QfGCKAmKUEw/s400/BOB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121396278235024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob - sorry to hear that you won't be able to join us here in person at Saddleback for Generous Giving's &lt;a href="http://www.exponential07.org/"&gt;EXPOnential 07 Conference&lt;/a&gt;. GG is a great organization with really, really, really &lt;a href="http://www.generousgiving.org/page.asp?sec=1&amp;amp;page=3"&gt;great people&lt;/a&gt; -  and I heard good things about the last time you spoke at their conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the real reason you won't be attending in person isn't that rumor that The SoCal Pope -  Chuck Smith will pull your Calvary affiliation -- if you are seen supporting the purpose-driven movement. Some &lt;a href="http://www.lighthousetrailsresearch.com/blog/index.php?p=834&amp;amp;c=1"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt; make it sound like if you mention the word "emergent" that you are coming out of the "contemplative closet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;Breaking News????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="p1"&gt; On September 16th, Lighthouse Trails issued a report titled "Bob Coy Joins Contemplative Promoters Rick Warren and John Ortberg for Conference." On October 12th in a telephone conversation, personnel at the Crown Financial Ministries office (the major sponsor for the event) said that originally Bob Coy was scheduled to be physically present at the conference, but plans had changed for undisclosed reasons and while he would still be participating in the event, he would be addressing the audience through a videotaped session instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coy's church, Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale, has been carrying and selling books by several contemplatives and/or emergents (see examples below), including material by Rick Warren. This has resulted in people contacting Lighthouse Trails with concerns and confusion because of Calvary Chapel's statements last year (see recall notice and position paper) that denounced both Purpose Driven and the emerging church. Since then, Calvary Chapel's founding pastor, Chuck Smith has spoken on the pulpit and on the radio on several occasions against both contemplative spirituality and the emerging church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even still, according to many Calvary Chapel attendees in various CC churches who have contacted Lighthouse Trails, some CC pastors are continuing to promote Purpose Driven, the emerging church, and contemplative spirituality. While the individual CC churches are self-governed without major interception from Chuck Smith, Smith requested that any CC church going in the emerging church direction or promoting it change their name and not be affiliated with the movement.&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work Bob, I know you will be wise in choosing your &lt;a href="http://leadershipblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/leadership-blog-interview-bob-coy.html"&gt;co-labors&lt;/a&gt; and I encourgage you to "contemplate" with us what the real mission is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3484947831841079967-2185403925441287704?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/2185403925441287704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=2185403925441287704' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/2185403925441287704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/2185403925441287704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/bobbleheads.html' title='BOBbleheads.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxLax940y4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QfGCKAmKUEw/s72-c/BOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-1750760665278118597</id><published>2007-10-13T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:13:50.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxGi3940y3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fS52fYUGlBc/s1600-h/thedream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxGi3940y3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fS52fYUGlBc/s400/thedream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121053333686373234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream. It was like an ambien commercial - I was out in the dessert and there was Dr. Bill Bright and Yoda. (I thought Bill was Walt Disney at first) The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Dr. Bright is that you? You look 60 years younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Yes, Rick this is my new body - I'm in heaven with the Lord right now. Call me Bill, we don't use any titles in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; What is heaven like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; It is wonderful being in His presence and not ever wondering what your purpose is - No HR departments, no legal contracts, no phones, no email!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When 900 years you reach, look as good, you will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; We are trying to do the Lord's will on earth -  are we succeeding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Do or do not...there is no try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You and many Christians are listening when God speaks - but many are following their own ways and I think they know that. It will be more and more difficult to discern authenticity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Impossible to see the future is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How should we prepare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you allow your SB army to drink alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; No, we've got a policy like our denominational brothers where we ask people to abstain from alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Why? do you think they personally struggle with alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; No, most people won't personally struggle with alcohol but we don't want to be put in a position that makes other people who struggle with that addiction fall into sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Happens to every guy sometimes this does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; So how are you dealing with the addiction of fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I never set out to be famous. When PDL hit the national spotlight - I asked myself that question. I turned to the scriptures and decided that fame could be used for good as influence. I realized that the purpose of influence is to speak up for those who have no influence. You, Billy, Hybels, Chuck - we all have had to deal with this - it's really a matter of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Blind we are, if creation of this clone army we could not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Good point, Yoda. I wasn't talking about you, Rick. What about all those who live to drop your name and clammer to be close to you? When your name becomes more important to people than the name of the church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Who's your Jedi master? WHO'S your Jedi Master?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't encourage it. But... How do you lead pastors without influence? How do you bring the spotlight to AIDS without being a voice? Are you saying I should I write anonymously? Isn't it a stabilizing force to have a leader leading in the same community for 40 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; In the old days - we would tell our staff to recruit the most popular kids on campus(the athletes &amp;amp; beauty queens) because their influence would attract others to come to the crusade events and hear the gospel. It was the right motivation - but had the wrong effect. You are living in a culture that creates &amp;amp; worships living idols - even if the idols don't want want to be idolized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You must unlearn what you have learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What is the answer? Stay small?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't ask me - I'm the guy who tried to reduce the mystery of God into 4 laws so it would fit in a brochure and then named my organization after the crusades.  I guess just try to share the jumbotron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YODA: Size matters not, ... Look at me. Judge me by size, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-1750760665278118597?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/1750760665278118597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=1750760665278118597' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1750760665278118597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1750760665278118597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/dream.html' title='A Dream.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RxGi3940y3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fS52fYUGlBc/s72-c/thedream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-4385670268056544616</id><published>2007-10-11T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:30:01.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face The Kid Nation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rw54Ot40y2I/AAAAAAAAAME/fAU7M0a-9L4/s1600-h/pict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rw54Ot40y2I/AAAAAAAAAME/fAU7M0a-9L4/s400/pict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120162020598270818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="arial bold size20" style="padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you seen &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/kid_nation"&gt;Kid Nation&lt;/a&gt;? If you haven't - then watch it tonight. The kiddos are defining their own spirtuality - it will definately drive you to pray even if these kids don't. I'm thinking we need a comic book version of PDL - titled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who your kids are when you aren't looking&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arial bold size20" style="padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arial bold size20" style="padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      40 children, 40 days, no adults —&lt;span class="black size14"&gt; eager to prove they can build a better world for       tomorrow in the new reality series KID NATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="arial gray3 size12" style="padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;      Settling in Bonanza City, New Mexico, once a thriving mining town but now deserted, these Kids, ages 8 to 15 and from       all walks of life, will build their own new world, pioneer-style. They will confront grown-up issues while coping with       the classic childhood emotions of homesickness, peer pressure and the urge to break every rule. Episodes end with a town       meeting in which the kids award one child a gold star worth $20,000, all leading to the grand finale, with an       unimaginable test, the biggest awards and a special surprise for every child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arial gray3 size12" style="padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmm, 40 Days I wonder where they got that idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arial gray3 size12" style="padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arial gray3 size12" style="padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-4385670268056544616?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/4385670268056544616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=4385670268056544616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4385670268056544616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4385670268056544616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-kid-nation.html' title='Face The Kid Nation.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rw54Ot40y2I/AAAAAAAAAME/fAU7M0a-9L4/s72-c/pict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-7899137909288739119</id><published>2007-10-11T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:03:20.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honk. Honk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rw4sJN40y1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/8lGw7kuj1AQ/s1600-h/55b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rw4sJN40y1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/8lGw7kuj1AQ/s400/55b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120078363225279314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Catalyst I mentioned an idea for a bumper sticker - "Tithe if you love Jesus, any fool can honk." Since then we've found a couple more that reveal the real Orange County. Now,  don't you all be stickin these on my &lt;a href="http://www.hankstruckpictures.com/rick_warren.htm"&gt;truck&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-7899137909288739119?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/7899137909288739119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=7899137909288739119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/7899137909288739119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/7899137909288739119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/honk-honk.html' title='Honk. Honk.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rw4sJN40y1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/8lGw7kuj1AQ/s72-c/55b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-4873489734169634747</id><published>2007-10-09T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:42:09.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saddleback Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Purpose Driven Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Warren'/><title type='text'>Our Brand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rwv0-940y0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9qJFrRz_6qQ/s1600-h/488553593_4ce25505af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rwv0-940y0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9qJFrRz_6qQ/s400/488553593_4ce25505af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119454764038671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? - Am I old -fashioned? - or do other people find this distracting during church?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-4873489734169634747?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/4873489734169634747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=4873489734169634747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4873489734169634747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4873489734169634747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-brand.html' title='Our Brand.'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rwv0-940y0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9qJFrRz_6qQ/s72-c/488553593_4ce25505af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-1190893080384857814</id><published>2007-10-09T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:38:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can Make It Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rwuj-940yzI/AAAAAAAAALs/6ytqlZxZe1c/s1600-h/240817649_e4227d4515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rwuj-940yzI/AAAAAAAAALs/6ytqlZxZe1c/s400/240817649_e4227d4515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119365703596821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where can we make the most impact in our culture? Influence the influencers? That's right, Times Square, Crossroads to the World. CNN, MTV, Conde Nast, Disney, ABC, Reuters, NYT are there, maybe we should be there too! So what we would we need to do different to reach New Yorkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music - New Yorkers want something a little more reserved, classical? jazz? Not sure Kenny G makes the cut in the big apple.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dress code - dude - I guess we aren't gonna be wearing flip flops, unless you want to be stepping in rat poop. We will also need to trade in the Hawaiian shirts for black turtenecks.&lt;br /&gt;3. Outdoor baptisms - maybe we can switch that to rooftop baptisms.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bagels. Bagels. Bagels.&lt;br /&gt;5. We won't really need to worry about a kids program - if anyone does have kids in manhattan - we'll send 'em next door to the Lion King.&lt;br /&gt;6. As Metaxas says "treat New Yorkers antagonistically and they will love you for it"&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't let anyone with the last name Soprano handle the offering.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pretend nothing exists outside of the city and mention that Orange County has no culture.&lt;br /&gt;9. Celebrate Recovery 24 hours a day, more bagels.&lt;br /&gt;10. Say you are hosting an outdoor New Year's Eve service, pass the plate and count the attenders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-1190893080384857814?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/1190893080384857814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=1190893080384857814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1190893080384857814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/1190893080384857814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-can-make-it-here.html' title='If You Can Make It Here...'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/Rwuj-940yzI/AAAAAAAAALs/6ytqlZxZe1c/s72-c/240817649_e4227d4515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-3618528574468584139</id><published>2007-10-08T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:19:15.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RwpPH940yyI/AAAAAAAAALk/uroZxGwJd7w/s1600-h/124393867_80c9960019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RwpPH940yyI/AAAAAAAAALk/uroZxGwJd7w/s400/124393867_80c9960019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118990924750572322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;a href="http://www.outreachmagazine.com/"&gt;Outreach Magazine&lt;/a&gt; has named us #27 of the fastest growing churches in the U.S. for 2007. That's up from #39 last year. According to the &lt;a href="http://blogs.lifeway.com/blog/edstetzer/2007/10/megachurch_research_1_backgrou.html#more"&gt;data&lt;/a&gt; - apparently we supplied to them - our attendance had grown 7%. (Which includes the SC site.) That means we added 1,405 to the overall attendance since last year. The magazine also lists us as the 4th largest church in America with 22,000 regular attenders. (20,595 - #6 in ‘06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a list  - and Ed Stetzer says it best "Please remember, lists are not for comparison.  They are for learning and, hopefully, encouragement. Our desire is that you might learn from these churches, see how God is at work, rejoice with them, and then find God's unique vision for your church: whether it meets in a coffee shop or a cathedral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you encouraged?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-3618528574468584139?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/3618528574468584139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=3618528574468584139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3618528574468584139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/3618528574468584139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RwpPH940yyI/AAAAAAAAALk/uroZxGwJd7w/s72-c/124393867_80c9960019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484947831841079967.post-4946152408873307072</id><published>2007-10-05T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:22:15.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogs Have Spoken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RwZVrt40yxI/AAAAAAAAALc/WyPCJE0zuNE/s1600-h/Catalystday1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RwZVrt40yxI/AAAAAAAAALc/WyPCJE0zuNE/s400/Catalystday1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117872236093819666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blogs are in - people had nice things to say and they actually listened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catalystspace.com/catablog/"&gt;Catalyst blog said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the final session of the day rolls around, the crowd begins to thin. Not today. With Rick Warren as Thursday’s final speaker, the crowd was glued to their seats. Rick did not disappoint. His passion for next generation leaders, combined with his passion to pursue God’s agenda, made a memorable session. I’ll still be digesting his presentation for days to come. Highlights are listed below, but the richness of the message is too much to summarize. Be sure to view the executive summary for the complete content of Rick’s message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brandonshanks.typepad.com/brandonshankscom/"&gt;Brandon said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Rick was talking I was speechless. He just walked up on stage with no notes and sat down in a chair and spoke. I was so just in awe to watch a man that was truly abandoned to God. Say what you want about him...he is doing things that most people have never had the faith to even dream of. He spoke about God's agenda. The kingdom. The church. People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marktheyouthguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mark The Youth Guy Said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly through the words of Francis Chan and Rick Warren, I was blindsided (yes, as I was hit by a Mack Truck in the middle of an intersection), upon the realization that I've been ignoring those most important to Jesus - the poor, broken, disenfranchised, etc. I guess I just thought it was the thing most of the pastors were ripping off each other's sermons for this moment in time, that we'd all start talking about "the oppressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevinbussey.wordpress.com/2007/10/04/catalyst-update-2-2/"&gt;Kevin Bussey said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren capped off the evening.  I’m sure just because I posted his name I will get traffic from those Rick Warren haters. I don’t understand why there are so many Rick Warren haters.  Tonight he talked about how if we really loved God then we would help those who are helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daveferguson.typepad.com/daveferguson/"&gt;Dave Feguson said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick did the closing session at Catalyst and did great job.  I had heard part of this message before, but it is such great stuff that I was glad to hear it again.  I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.becausepeoplematter.com/marks_weblog/2007/10/catalyst-2007-2.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Waltz said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At any rate… Rick taught in his normal sockless fashion, this time in flipflops – and barefoot most of the time... In his session: Jesus takes it personally when we say "I love Jesus, I just don't like his body." Rick suggested that this statement is as offensive as someone saying, "I love you, I just don't like your wife. Or, I love you, I just don't like your body." We would be offended. We need to love the church – not merely as we think it should be, but as she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thedailydetour.typepad.com/tdd/"&gt;John Crane said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This evening culminated with Purpose-driven guru, Rick Warren, sounding a similar clarion call: "The purpose of influence is to speak up for those who have no influence." We all have varying degrees of influence. But we must candidly ask ourselves, "How well are we doing at leveraging our influence on behalf of those who have none?" Hopefully, the Church can pursue a renewed vision for authentic love for our neighbors in the tradition of Christ Himself. Do you want to be a part of what Warren calls the "Reformation Generation"? I do. And my hope is that I will be catalyzed toward that end. I pray we all will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://birdfamilychronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bird family took good notes and said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been 500 years since we've had a reformation in the church...the first one was about Creeds, the Second one needs to be about deeds. Not what the church knows, but what the church does! The arms and legs of the church have been amputated, and all that's been left is a BIG MOUTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484947831841079967-4946152408873307072?l=fakerick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/feeds/4946152408873307072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484947831841079967&amp;postID=4946152408873307072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4946152408873307072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484947831841079967/posts/default/4946152408873307072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakerick.blogspot.com/2007/10/comments-are-in.html' title='The Blogs Have Spoken!'/><author><name>(The Fake) Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028182834675994561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13371949014239862073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SmNJWIFYBh8/RwZVrt40yxI/AAAAAAAAALc/WyPCJE0zuNE/s72-c/Catalystday1015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>