<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539</id><updated>2012-01-30T11:31:44.473-05:00</updated><category term='Wisdom'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Spirit'/><category term='Music'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='pest control'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='Friend'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Sacrifice'/><category term='Self-Control'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Silence'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Food'/><category term='house'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>The Front Porch</title><subtitle type='html'>Come, Pull up a chair and chat over some of the topics that relate to me and you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-2826461531294119978</id><published>2011-02-04T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:52:41.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Coming Home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months of living in this amazing house in the country with a pond and large space called a backyard. Morgan and I have decided we are moving back to Boiling Springs. This decision wasn't easy but one we knew we had to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the area for school and work. Upon arriving here and not being able to find work for almost two months are spirits grew weak. We did find jobs finally, Morgan a full time job and myself a part time job. We have enjoyed them and what they have taught us, but the whole reason we moved here was for school. We aren't going to the school we had planned to go to. Instead, after much thought and discussion we enrolled in online classes. With that being our new direction there really isn't anything that holds us down here. We like Raleigh, but our Boiling Springs/Shelby/Mountains have the biggest place in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems kind of tragic to move all the way up here just to turn around and move right back. Well, it's not. This few months has taught us so much and has played a large part in developing us as a couple and individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a regrettable season. I only regret that we can't move this house with us. We miss our friends in Boiling Springs and look forward to rekindling those relationships and will deeply miss the few people that we began to connect with here in Raleigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much more than Conquering great things. It really is about connecting with those around you. Learning to work with them, share with them and experience life with them. It is also about finding contentment in the small things which really leads to Conquering great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you Pilot, but you will have a place in Morgan and I's heart as being the place which we really learned to depend on and communicate with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-2826461531294119978?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/2826461531294119978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=2826461531294119978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2826461531294119978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2826461531294119978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2011/02/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-1334208274783929610</id><published>2010-11-09T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:25:05.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>STAND!</title><content type='html'>We stand up for things everyday whether we know it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens over breakfast, driving to work, walking to lunch and even after supper at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will stand up for the wrong things. Such as, what I want to watch without ever considering what my wife wants to watch. Just because its always been the "mans domain" doesn't mean that it actually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will not stand up for the co-worker who is embarrassed verbally by another co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will allow my health to get away from me that would prevent me from seeing my children grow old and my grandchildren be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will cower in a situation that calls for me to meet an opportunity that I know I have the resources to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will stand back and never truly allow myself to be vulnerable to a community of people because I'm afraid that they will just lead me astray like all the other people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will simply let life pass me by with a lot of regrets in the end, and in turn spend the short amount of time left simply trying to make things right. It might be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I want stand for truth and allow just the slightest half truth to reign forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I just want &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STAND&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you stand up for today? Treating your employees better, sacrificing time with/for your wife, co-worker, seeking out the truth or just sitting back and letting that most important time pass you by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-1334208274783929610?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/1334208274783929610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=1334208274783929610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1334208274783929610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1334208274783929610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2010/11/stand.html' title='STAND!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-5075976614939885628</id><published>2010-11-08T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:23:35.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>Fitness</title><content type='html'>Like most people the short days and cold temperatures seem to put a damper on life when it comes to fall and winter. You find yourself in seasonal funk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that over the past few years without fail I find myself in that funk. Sleepy, cold, non-motivated and hermit like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I combated this problem with running and training for a half-marathon. Last year I combated it with diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to combat such issues with writing and fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago while In New York visiting family, we ventured to the local gym. While on that visit I met a really neat man who was a pleasant and semi-retired. This gentleman witnessed the grimace look of agony on my face while attempting sit-ups on the workout machine. He approached me minutes later and challenged me to five push ups. I got down and gave him five. He told me to add two everyday and pretty soon I would be surprised by the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks later after adding some here and there I'm up to fifty push ups total in the day and thirty something consecutively. Not a lot but it's been fun to challenge myself and keep my mind active with challenge during this time of year in which my mind often finds itself afraid of challenge and wandering in the abyss of woe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will take advantage of the warmer days for a brisk walk, the local gym or even by dropping down and giving me five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-5075976614939885628?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/5075976614939885628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=5075976614939885628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5075976614939885628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5075976614939885628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2010/11/fitness.html' title='Fitness'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-2344003305912031571</id><published>2010-11-08T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:55:55.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pest control'/><title type='text'>Settled</title><content type='html'>Well we have been in our new house for over a month now and I think we are finally settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just about everything we need, however we could use some tools to rid the ants that seem to appear from nowhere. In the most bizarre places like the ceiling. Morgan keeps attacking them in a solo effort. The other day I thought I would join the battle and attack with liquid that I picked up at Wal-Mart while also purchasing Weed &amp; Feed to tackle the yard. I've become truly domesticated. The liquid has not beat the intruders but with a second application we might just when this battle between human and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ant"&gt;Formicidae&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-2344003305912031571?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/2344003305912031571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=2344003305912031571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2344003305912031571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2344003305912031571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2010/11/settled.html' title='Settled'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-6032591018469507357</id><published>2010-10-04T11:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:22:41.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Move In!</title><content type='html'>Morgan and I have moved into our new home in Pilot, NC. It's hard to believe that we have neared our ten month anniversary and have made a giant step to move to a new town and opportunity of making ourselves vulnerable to make new friends again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard saying Good-bye to people who have been very close to you for the last four years of your life. To know they have had such a huge impact in your life and helped develop you into the man that you are. I will forever be grateful to community in Boiling Springs and to customers at the Coffee shop. The time in Boiling Springs taught me a lot. A lot in which I will try and reflect on during the next weeks, months and years of my life. Thoughts that I hope to write about here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Front Porch" named because our new house has an awesome screened in-front porch with an awesome view of the sunrise, means you the reader gets to share in what's going on in our little abode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking part in our adventure and sharing it with us on the world wide web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-6032591018469507357?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/6032591018469507357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=6032591018469507357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6032591018469507357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6032591018469507357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2010/10/move-in.html' title='The Move In!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-2531699832315091858</id><published>2009-04-08T18:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:31:16.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>White Chocolate Scone</title><content type='html'>There is nothing I love more than a White Chocolate Scone from the Broad River Coffee Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them and this morning as I was at work preparing for the day and getting things in order for opening. I saw that there was one White Choc. scone left and it appeared to have my name on it. I took it out of the container that it was sitting in very carefully as I would for anyone who would be ordering it. Set it down on a plate and put it to the side. As I went about my work, I kept thinking that I really shouldn't eat that scone, I really shouldn't eat that scone. I was caught in a tug of war of I should and shouldn't. The stomach was hungry and I sensed it would be a busy day and I didn't have any Wheaties left so I should eat. Then I remember the four and half donuts that I ate the other night and realized if I want to run this half-marathon well coming up in a couple weeks that I should probably watch what I put into my body and adding a white choc. scone would not advance the cause but rather slow it down or potentially ruin it. I took it off the plate and placed it back in the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I ran for what seemed like eternity I thought about the spirit of Self-Control and how it is a fruit of the spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we pray to God to have this fruit bearing spirit in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we sense that we shouldn't but we do it. We slow down the cause or even ruin it because the stomach is hungry and we don't rely on the bread of life who said I will fill you spiritually, namely, Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run the race of life controlled by the Lord who is the way to become truly human, the life that gives me the ability and that being the truth that sets me free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is our teacher and may it continue to patiently deal with us all and lead us in the way of self-control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-2531699832315091858?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/2531699832315091858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=2531699832315091858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2531699832315091858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2531699832315091858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2009/04/white-chocolate-scone.html' title='White Chocolate Scone'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-4766780632354855232</id><published>2009-01-25T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:30:26.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>End of January</title><content type='html'>Well, we have kicked of the new year and we're almost through the end of the first month. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy running until last week when I hurt my leg in an unrelated running injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been humbling experience and has just taught me that running isn't everything. I may or may not had been getting a little obsessed about running. I have only one Lord and He is Jesus. It's hard to live that out some days but the reality is the power of the Holy Spirit. The potential to overcome anything by a strength and spirit that indwells you that overcame death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning right now to have a grateful heart no matter where I am. I just thank the Lord where I am and what I'm doing. I don't want to stop loving wherever I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to share that love with everyone I come in touch with. We can love, we just cannot do it in and of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week find something small that your grateful for, whether it be hot water, food, or just a copy of the bible. Thank the Lord for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on starting up a book/small group at the Shelby Broad River Coffee shop on Monday nights, please pray for this endeavor and if your interested in being apart of it let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-4766780632354855232?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/4766780632354855232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=4766780632354855232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4766780632354855232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4766780632354855232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-january.html' title='End of January'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-5793541997112085707</id><published>2008-12-27T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:29:39.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Fog!</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning and I was going to run 5 miles, when my knee started hurting and the fog was to thick. I shall wait til later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's given me time to catch up on some things, like reflecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you reflect? I know I don't as often as I should. I usually only reflect when times are good rather when there bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look through life only how I want to see it. However, if we are new creations in Christ we should be looking through the lens of His vision not only for our earthly lives, but for our neighbors and His name sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so frustrated at circumstances that I can't control and often forget the moments I could chose to alter history and create a better outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap my Christmas. It was quick. However, I did manage to eat at the Waffle House for the second year running, I think that is Tradition now. I was able to see a new movie in theaters and even chase a dog into the back yard after an hour and a half, more of that to come later this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just want to not worry so much about situations I can't change, but spend my energy and time on the circumstances of Life I can change with His strength, that's my attitude. I want it to be humble, obedient, and severing. That I could comfort, encourage, and urge people to live a life worthy of God for that is the meaning of life, for we were wired that way to explore new depths and heights of His love, for God does love you and loves you so much to not see you decay in the frustrations of life but to live abundantly in the joy of Himself and the pleasures of this day that He has created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Holiday live. Wake up from the slumber of Fog, the weight of fruitcake and run, breathe, experience the newness of the day and remember the Fog does eventually rise up and moves on, so should you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-5793541997112085707?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/5793541997112085707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=5793541997112085707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5793541997112085707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5793541997112085707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/12/fog.html' title='Fog!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-1277606260560487854</id><published>2008-12-22T17:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:29:10.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Run Against The Wind</title><content type='html'>That's what I did today at 3 pm in the afternoon. Week 3 began today and it was 36 degrees and windy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to run today because it was so cold and I had stuff I needed to do, but they were really all excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While running back to the house, I was running straight into the wind and it was one of those moments in which I just wanted to stop running and start walking. It hit me that's like so many of us in our everyday lives. Will see the worst in people, jobs, situations, and even running. Suddenly, will just want to stop and give up. Today, I challenge you not to stop running, but to keep running and realize that the troubles may never seem to end, but that's what you thought about the last big epic struggle in your life and didn't you seem to make it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from this one so that when you feel the wind kick up and start blowing in your face on a cold day in life, no you'll be home soon for that's were the prize is. It's a cold glass of water or a hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these analogies didn't fit your situation plug in what works. Just don't stop running and when you feel alone ask someone to run along with you, for life was meant to be done together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and don't drink to much eggnog or eat to many cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-1277606260560487854?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/1277606260560487854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=1277606260560487854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1277606260560487854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1277606260560487854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/12/run-against-wind.html' title='Run Against The Wind'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-1305565680306957257</id><published>2008-12-03T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:28:28.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>You There?</title><content type='html'>I'm here and I'm sorry for the delay of keeping everyone up to date with my life. I guess I was to busy learning that there are only three words in the English vocabulary that look like this. Roomkeeper, Bookkeeper, Innkeeper. Thanks Pat Sajack from the Wheel of Fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on with me seems to be the most asked question these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not to terribly much except for what I'm about to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know right now that I'm training for a Half Marathon because of health, getting fit for India, and lastly for the celebration of Nick and Caroline getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on running in the Country Music 1/2 Marathon and look forward to training and actually running in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use the encouragement and prayers for I'm great at starting something, like running and not finishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all came about after a recent stint of cooking which I've really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, I used to hate buying groceries and even cooking. I nearly burnt a house down one time cooking fajitas. I've been cooking though for about four weeks now pretty regularly and actually buying groceries, not just a few items but a shopping cart worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are all apart of an effort to do something each year that I have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of training went well. It happened to be windy and 41 degrees, and I ran all two miles with everything I had. Today I shall run another 2 miles and can't wait. Running with people really helps and brings more meaning to Do It Together Sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-1305565680306957257?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/1305565680306957257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=1305565680306957257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1305565680306957257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1305565680306957257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-there.html' title='You There?'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-6352461044784077376</id><published>2008-06-07T09:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:27:17.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection</title><content type='html'>Honesty is the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard that one before but you know it's so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear our conversations and I listen to my own and I'll be honest, we are afraid to be honest and open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I'm not really sure. Maybe it's the fear paralyzes us to the point of not speaking in truth and in order to not look like a fool we resort to keeping quiet or to the point of speaking in lies. I admit, the lie is easier and more fun in the moment than having to put your whole self out on the limb to tell the honest truth of what is going on. Even if you don't know what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of keeping silent or telling the lie is that a root of bitterness really begins to grow and we become a people of envy, jealousy and provoking others to the point of them losing some dignity they may have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be who we were created to be? It isn't. We were created for more than that. We were created to have a base for our truth and a base on which to stand firm on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to speak in truth and love. Slow to speak if I may say and quick to listen but certainly speak. Speak wisely, just don't throw out promises after promises that you know deep down you can't meet. Don't be afraid even though you may miss the opportunity to share. There are other moments in life to share. Share early and not late. I don't know fully but I'm learning and that should be the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a body of believers we must become honest and get to the real issues of what we are thinking and feeling. We must do this with love, peace, gentleness, humility, and patience. It must be for more than just ourselves but for the body as a whole.  We must not hold it in, or it will turn out like water ready to explode from a tea kettle shut tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today listen in the silence share in the conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-6352461044784077376?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/6352461044784077376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=6352461044784077376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6352461044784077376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6352461044784077376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-morning-reflection.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-7386631421865640978</id><published>2008-06-03T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:26:18.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>What!</title><content type='html'>I hope you're cool where you are. It's the hot and muggy time of year when all of our windows come down and the air flips on and we wished we had a pool to jump in or you go and jump in someone Else's pool. &lt;br /&gt;I just got done watching the entire first season of the Cosby Show this past weekend. I have now again become a fan of Bill Cosby. I forgot how much I liked that show and how much it really was apart of my life growing up. I recommend that you watch a sometimes corny, but mostly funny show that really valued family, doing your best and culture. &lt;br /&gt;I think that we could all use a lesson in those areas of our lives. I know that it's a TV show and that I shouldn't live in some fantasy but I really do think that the time of loving your wife/husband for forty six years is possible again. I think that the idea of taking some responsibility for our actions could be reintroduced to our day in and day out lives.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, as far as culture is concerned, there is a ton of art and music that could be rediscovered to our generation. I just bought a couple of songs from the show that were really good, and not just good to the ear but good for deep down in the soul. Lena Horne and John Coltrane, WOW. I think that this month should be the month of Jazz. I at least want to become more familiar with a really good form of art and style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today thank the Lord for the family that Loves you and if you don't have a family that loves you maybe you should start loving someone that doesn't have a family.&lt;br /&gt;Today thank the Lord for the opportunities that you have and if you feel oppressed maybe today is the day to make opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Today thank the Lord for the melting pots of cultures that exist in one country and if you don't have any in your town than use the medium of technology that you're reading this on to find some different cultural experiences. Let us begin to suck all of the experiences out of this gift of Life that we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-7386631421865640978?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/7386631421865640978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=7386631421865640978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/7386631421865640978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/7386631421865640978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/06/what.html' title='What!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-5264426764027184019</id><published>2008-04-22T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:33:18.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>It has been a few months and weeks since I last left a word for you to read over. It has been a journey over the past few months. One I was not really expecting to journey down but nonetheless one that has been joyous and eye opening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this blog in response to a request for a blog to be written. I normally like to write these with a little inspiration backing them, but for Lauren Biggs I'll write one regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to give you a run down of life right now. &lt;br /&gt;1) I'm still working at Broad River Coffee Company and love it. I get to meet a wide variety of people that remind me that People are People and that we really need some help in this thing called life.&lt;br /&gt;2) Still living with my brothers Nick and Justin who continually remind me that I need sharpening and that the best way to do that is let them Sharpen you.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have an opportunity to preach on May 18th at pastor friends church in the research triangle of NC. So you fine readers keep me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;4) Hoping to take my grandmother to New York in the early part of June so if you have any suggestions of places to see and things to do pass those along.&lt;br /&gt;5) Still planning on going to Malaysia. (July 28-August 9) Pray for me and that the trip. That I'll be open to the spirit of Truth and what God wants to say to me and how He wants to use me. &lt;br /&gt;6) That we have a choice to live a life that Honors God or Dishonors God. We can choose to make much of Him by the way we treat ourselves and others. I guess i'm just  understanding that we can really by the grace of God and his strength make Him known by the way talk, walk, and live. May we really clothe ourselves with gentleness, compassion, humility, kindness, forgiveness, and be motivated by the Love of a father that first loved us. &lt;br /&gt;7) My Birthday is May 13th and I will be 24, oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-5264426764027184019?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/5264426764027184019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=5264426764027184019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5264426764027184019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5264426764027184019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-6130295443439565317</id><published>2008-02-04T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:23:14.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>The Conflict - Introduction</title><content type='html'>At this very moment there is a war going on in the Middle East. It has been going on for many years now and there never seems to be an end to the conflict over territory nor over the right and wrong way to live life in those countries. Right now there is a conflict within the country of Africa in which people are starving to death and are dying from a horrible virus known as HIV. Right now there are little children being sold for sex to older adults in the country of Thailand. Infact, in the five minutes that it takes you to pump your gas 67 children will starve to death. It seems that the Conflicts of life never end.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read this and as I hear this many times my heart feels a quick sadness, sometimes even an angry emotion will ignite in my soul.  For many of us Americans we don't understand starvation, nor do we understand selling our children for sex and we can't begin to comprehend the idea of war in our backyard. We usually end up saying that these tragedies are terrible and ask "how could something like this happen, especially if there is a loving God," I mean God does love you and I right. For the record He does. We will turn off the radio or TV and go on about our lives that seem to be free of Conflict. However, I think there is a conflict that sometimes isn't visible to the outside world. Conflict that can't be tracked for the yearly statistics. A Conflict that wages war on the inside of us. A battle that consist of weapons of pain, loneliness, anxiety, unworthiness, regret, resentment, and last but not least Fear. This Conflict starts within your soul and works it's ugly self out on to others and sometimes the Conflict works itself out of others onto you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Conflict may have been going on since you were the age of six. The Conflict may have started the first time you slept with him thinking that he would make you feel valuable and valid as a human being. Sometimes the Conflict began when you were awake one night and looked at that website thinking that no one would ever find out. The Conflict could have started the night that you had a dream to do something great and significant with your life, but the Conflict says you can't because of who you are and what you have done. The Conflict started for some when the moment of success did not persuade others to think more highly of you or of anyone else for that matter and it left you feeling empty and fearful for your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is after your thoughts and soul, something that will not bring you life but bring you a false sense of reality. The fact is you and I are wanted Men and Women. The reality is outside of us and inside of us, is a reality that wants to destroy us. A reality that wants to suck the life out of us. The reality that wants to continue to feed us the lie that we will continue to buy, because honestly it feels better and is more comfortable than the truth. Of course then what is truth? This Conflict takes us from Life to death. We become more than the men and women we were intended to be but simply existing creatures of habit, of fear and emotional depravity, and forced to conform, into standardized people of society in which we work and work for things that will make no difference and be of no true change of the world around us. We have become OK with the OK life. It seems the Conflict never ends, because the truth is it doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again sometimes this Conflict starts out subtle and your unaware of it. I mean the starving kid started out as one, but unfortunately it doesn't become a problem until 67 are starving every five minutes. The same is true with our souls, they are starving for food a different kind of food than a cheeseburger. Our souls are starving for truth, meaning, intimacy. This doesn't become a problem until we are either bankrupt, stricken with disease because of a bad choice made one night, working on our second divorce, or maybe so afraid to step up and out of the ashes to maybe become the man or woman that we were created to be.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Conflict could look different for everyone, some the conflict is the loss of a job that you were hoping to get. The other could fall into the category of a broken relationship that was all you had and had built on so much trust, but the trust was broken and suddenly you were left wounded, empty and hurt without an end in sight. The Conflict could be a fear so deep that it haunts you all night long. The voice that tells you, "you aren't good enough, you will never be anything." It's the voice that has been saying the same thing since the beginning of time. Sometimes the Conflict comes from our choices and other times it comes from the choices of others. As if it were a bomb that exploded around us and we were the victims of mere shrapnel flying through the air. I remember having a History teacher in High School who always said that "War is Hell" she wasn't lying. You may actually be reading this and think Conflict, what conflict, life is good and what possibly could be wrong. Just know that you are not invincible and Conflict will come and I hope that you would be prepared with the strength and hope to press on when the fire is turned up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conflict seems dark, lonely, and without any hope in sight. You are tired and broken from your core out. You try to do everything that everybody tells you and still there seems to be no end to the darkness that surrounds you. It seems that you have wound up in the oven and that the chef forgot that you were in there and you are truly burning to a crisp. Will you use what strength you have left inside of you and journey with me along this path to find Life over Death. To move from a masked being who hides behind shame, guilt, loss, and mostly fear, to a person who rises up to greatness that represents the God who does love you and created you to be joyful in Him. To live in relationship to Him and with others for a greater good that surpasses all that your vivid imagination could think or ask. To live outside of shame, guilt and fear because of a God who loves you and came for you no matter what has been done to you or you have done to yourself. Sojourn with me to discover a truth so profound it would be consider scandalous, a hope so moving that you couldn't stop moving towards action till your very last breath, and to be found and to find a love that conquered death by laying it's life down for you and I, so we could share that surpassing knowledge with others who feel trapped, afraid, and fearful for existing to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-6130295443439565317?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/6130295443439565317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=6130295443439565317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6130295443439565317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6130295443439565317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2008/02/conflict-introduction.html' title='The Conflict - Introduction'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-988720369557548558</id><published>2007-12-11T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:11:54.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit'/><title type='text'>Venti Soy Mocha</title><content type='html'>I love working at a coffee shop for the reason you get to meet so many interesting people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work yesterday one of my regulars came in and I made there usual drink, One Venti Soy Chocolate Mocha. In the process of making the drink I asked, “why the soy?” They informed me that there stomach was the master and that they were the slave. They described that when really stressed they suffer serious stomach issues and for that reason any type of drink or food makes it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This customer was a slave to the stomach. Are you a slave to the stomach? Am I a slave to my stomach? It goes deeper too I think than being a slave to my actual stomach. It goes to being a slave to those deepest desires that somehow I know are wrong but I continue to feed them. My soul is hungry for food and not just chicken soup. My soul longs for the day to be loved and love. My soul yearns for the meaning of life, which really means the job I will do for the rest of my life, even though the meaning is much richer and deeper than just an external work. My soul thirsts for water that will quench the parch desperation of being wanted and needed by others.  The reality is we are that customer; however the hope is greater and more profound than the stresses we are faced with everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stomach and the cravings will die as will we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit will live for eternity in Heaven or Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit can and will give us the strength here in the present if we feed it the very thing it needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you feeding your soul via the spirit? Are heart is a great home for cleanness or uncleanness. It’s what comes out of that heart that determines what is going to shape tomorrow. Yes, there are choices of others that have effect on our lives and I’m convinced though we have a choice how we respond to those choices. We must become a slave to a new master, a master who is humble, loving, merciful, forgiving, and above all else God. He is what we need, He is what will give us life, He is what will help us to conquer the stresses of everyday life for his burden is light, He is exactly what our soul and spirit hunger for He Himself created us with a piece of Him in us. We have been separated by sin and have the access to be reconciled to Him through His son Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus claimed to have living water and be the bread of life. He has the key to a new life and a new creation beginning inward and working its way outward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bread will we eat today and what water will we drink today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-988720369557548558?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/988720369557548558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=988720369557548558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/988720369557548558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/988720369557548558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/12/venti-soy-mocha.html' title='Venti Soy Mocha'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-8677576014860433839</id><published>2007-11-27T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:14:19.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit'/><title type='text'>Vivir</title><content type='html'>It seems that I'm in a particular season of reflection of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any real sense of major direction, I find myself reflecting back on where I have come from. I recently heard it said that in order for you to realize where your headed and to become who you were created to be you have to realize who you are and to realize who you are you have to see who you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was before this moment in time was, dead. Not in a physical death, but in a spiritual death. The reality is we are either alive or dead. Our souls are in need of life or in need of food for that life. The dilemma comes in the way of trying to find the true food, the true source of life, to find our self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that Jesus says that in order for you to find life you must lose it. What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I must be willing to lay down my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my desires of advancement for the sake of me. &lt;br /&gt;In all my desires for the best career that will help me to live a comfortable life. In all the dreams of finding the best mate that will fulfill all my wildest dreams of stability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus challenges us by saying in order for your soul (true self) to be satisfied you must deny all that your flesh desires, take up your cross, which in essence demands we would walk the hill of Calvary and slaughter the deepest emotions and desires that are outside of God and Follow Him realizing His desires that will not advance who we are in society but who He is as God and Lord. That we would trust (put our faith) in Him for the only source of life. That we would follow Him. His mission was to serve God the Father and to do only that which God wanted Him to do. That was to be a sacrifice for all of Humanity. The cost is no less for us. We are to do what God wants which in essence would be to lose our life for His sake. To use all that we have not for our good but for His name and Kingdom.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it sounds strange and maybe it goes against the teaching of some, but it's clear in the red letters that Christ raises the bar of living and challenges us to more than simple mediocrity of our self. And the most amazing thing is He says we don't have to do it alone, He will be with us in Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately read those words and want to give up, but I'm finding that as Jesus looked on the crowds He had compassion for them and healed them. I think that he does the same now. He looks at you and me, in all of our sickness that goes against the character of who God is, and He has compassion on us. We can stand firm in Him, because He is now our life and we are now hidden in Christ. For we are now a new creation, in a new Kingdom that is advancing in the integrated world of an old kingdom. May we fix our eyes on Him for He truly is the author and finisher of our faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-8677576014860433839?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/8677576014860433839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=8677576014860433839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/8677576014860433839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/8677576014860433839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/11/vivir.html' title='Vivir'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-4182420207314237099</id><published>2007-10-25T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:37:46.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Good</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Boiling Springs, NC and really feel like i'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken some time to get used to making lattes and smoothies, but it has been well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;When i'm not working, you can find me trying my darndest to build community throughout the community and try to piece together a book that i'm working on in my mind as of right now. I'm also trying to read a lot these days. I find that we spend so much time being busy with things that really don't make a difference and mean anything in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life is well for all you blog readers and note readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, I just keep remembering that though my circumstances seem crazy and uncertain, Jesus is the certainty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Friday and weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-4182420207314237099?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/4182420207314237099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=4182420207314237099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4182420207314237099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4182420207314237099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-good.html' title='It&apos;s Good'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-4426094584278707136</id><published>2007-09-22T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:32:10.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Welp!</title><content type='html'>After traveling around and being so uncertain and still a little uncertain, I've decided plant self back down in Boiling Springs, NC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hard decision but I know that it will be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who love me and pray for me and to those who are in Anderson you really should come and visit me someday in Boiling Springs, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin work on Monday and looking forward to spending my time doing a little of that since it has been a while since I was last employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep shining and rocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-4426094584278707136?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/4426094584278707136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=4426094584278707136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4426094584278707136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4426094584278707136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/09/welp.html' title='Welp!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-6004484898524825246</id><published>2007-09-02T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:59:44.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I'm coming back to Anderson today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-6004484898524825246?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/6004484898524825246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=6004484898524825246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6004484898524825246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/6004484898524825246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-7108913468351708243</id><published>2007-08-30T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:33:46.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>Kip Anderson - Woman How Do You Make Me Love You ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNbRdmBv300"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNbRdmBv300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-7108913468351708243?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/7108913468351708243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=7108913468351708243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/7108913468351708243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/7108913468351708243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/kip-anderson-woman-how-do-you-make-me.html' title='Kip Anderson - Woman How Do You Make Me Love You ?'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-2795140813707675897</id><published>2007-08-30T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:34:27.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Thought # 191</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The things that make us mad are usually things that we ourselves do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This usually helps me deal with others better and helps me avoid drama in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-2795140813707675897?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/2795140813707675897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=2795140813707675897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2795140813707675897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2795140813707675897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought-191.html' title='Thought # 191'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-3851588277489864452</id><published>2007-08-30T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:35:01.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>We will miss you.</title><content type='html'>I just found out that a good friend of mine pasted away yesterday morning. Kip Anderson was very instrumental in my life and really help teach me discipleship before I moved into a house to teach me more in depth discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kip was one I helped as much as I could and one who did more than He'll ever know in keeping me in the body of Christ. He listened and he shared stories that I will cherish forever. One thing that I will really miss is going to the Grey House in Starr, SC to see him perform. To just sit around the piano and listen to him sing from down in the depths of his soul was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his life and friendship I thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's passages come from two passages that he always quoted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 1 Corinthians 2:8-10 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;8None of the rulers of this age understood it, for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory. 9However, as it is written:    "No eye has seen,       no ear has heard,    no mind has conceived    what God has prepared for those who love him"[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;verse=8&amp;end_verse=10&amp;amp;version=31&amp;context=context#fen-NIV-28388a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]— 10but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit.       The Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second which was one of Kip's favorites and this past year would be huge in my life is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love  1If I speak in the tongues[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28651a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28653b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;] but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;br /&gt; 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt; 8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt; 13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-3851588277489864452?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/3851588277489864452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=3851588277489864452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/3851588277489864452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/3851588277489864452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-will-miss-you.html' title='We will miss you.'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-4399657009465339821</id><published>2007-08-28T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:36:12.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Passages</title><content type='html'>Welcome friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the new site and the new name. I thought that Five Porches was to confusing to understand its meaning (it was a place of healing in days in the past).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Porch a place to relax and converse over some of the topics that relate to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to share a passage that has really been instrumental to me in my journey with God. This post was inspired by the series that &lt;a href="http://www.mosaic.org/"&gt;Mosaic LA&lt;/a&gt; is currently in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular passage was read back in 2004 during a tough time for me but it pointed me towards a goal. A goal that is unseen but eternal, a goal that did not build myself up but humbled me to reach up and cry out in desperation for a Lord that loves me no matter what and wants to use me in extraordinary ways, even if they aren't successful according to success of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3:7-21 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;) courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biblegateway&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-29413" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29414" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ &lt;span id="en-NIV-29415" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29416" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, &lt;span id="en-NIV-29417" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.&lt;h5&gt;Pressing on Toward the Goal &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-29418" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29419" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, &lt;span id="en-NIV-29420" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-29421" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;All of us who are mature should take such a view of things. And if on some point you think differently, that too God will make clear to you. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29422" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;Only let us live up to what we have already attained. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-29423" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;Join with others in following my example, brothers, and take note of those who live according to the pattern we gave you. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29424" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;For, as I have often told you before and now say again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29425" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is on earthly things. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29426" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, &lt;span id="en-NIV-29427" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Share a passage that has been instrumental to you on your faith journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-4399657009465339821?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/4399657009465339821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=4399657009465339821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4399657009465339821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4399657009465339821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/passages.html' title='Passages'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-1810857068508191005</id><published>2007-08-27T15:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:37:12.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Thought # 25</title><content type='html'>This isn't my own, but I thought this was neat to read after watching a movie last night entitled "The Ultimate Gift", which involved dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how big are you prepared to pray and to dream?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; By Earl Creps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great question now am I willing to answer and are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-1810857068508191005?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/1810857068508191005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=1810857068508191005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1810857068508191005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1810857068508191005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought-25.html' title='Thought # 25'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-5594685293975795190</id><published>2007-08-25T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:38:16.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Thought # 295</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If so many people are willing to die for what they believe, why are we&lt;br /&gt;not willing to live for what we believe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of playing games with myself, with people, and especially with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading through the Old Testament and realized people haven't changed much in the past 3000 years. Yeah, we have global warming, we're all going green, we watch Fox News because it's fair and balanced, we love Oprah's favorite things even though we couldn't afford on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the core of our being we really are selfish, greedy and broken people. People still&lt;br /&gt;searching for a meaning and purpose in life. We want someone to love US and hopefully someone who won't make us mad, or fall short of our expectations and keep us from loving them in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, we will all find ourselves wandering through life's deserts, either feeling completely bewildered and abandoned, or worried whether we'll ever reach find our destination and unable to focus on anything outside of ourselves. Then if the route we've taken seems to lead nowhere, we shrug and convince ourselves there's nothing worth pursuing at all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean its all relative anyway, right ... because what's true for you is not necessarily true for me. Or maybe it was last time but not necessarily this time. We want truth, we want it now and we want the truth to include a LOVE of our of own creation: what we don't want is someone else preaching it down our throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if there IS a love that knows no color, no political party, no country, no denomination, no eye color, no nose size, no income earnings, a love that's infinite, perfect and fail-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that kind of Love actually exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you're willing to stop playing God-games and live the life he intended. Love! You have to find love in order to become Love. Some find love in people, gold, political parties, social systems, but I have found it in the one that speaks to me in a whisper that asks me to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to give up the things we know best to obey the God who loves us most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-5594685293975795190?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/5594685293975795190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=5594685293975795190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5594685293975795190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5594685293975795190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought-295.html' title='Thought # 295'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-4219306697381578642</id><published>2007-08-23T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:39:12.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>I Know You and You Know Me!</title><content type='html'>The title of this post is my latest thought as I find myself doing some work that I know in my bones I was not created to do. If I don't work, I don't eat, so I must move forward and tough this out, but isn't that the hardest thing to do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, I remember that He knows me and I know Him (the father).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not voted in as Youth Pastor in Wendell, NC. It was a close vote and it didn't pass. I stepped out on faith, made myself available and the door closed. This shocked me but did not throw me into a doubting of God pit or even a anger pit at the church body in Wendell. Instead it was a catalyst to push me into the living scriptures to know Him and discover my new identity in Him even more. I'm now helping my grandfather in Surfside Beach do some work and it is the kind of work that my mind does not understand, houses. He has been doing house work and home appliance work for years. I'm trying to learn it in, oh I don't know a week. It's not working, it has felt like emo Monday everyday this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for me as I journey right now in faith and figure out where the road leads today, tomorrow and the next.&lt;br /&gt;If you know of anything that would be awesome too, &lt;a href="mailto:brent.sears@gmail.com"&gt;brent.sears@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later, Stay cool, gosh it's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-4219306697381578642?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/4219306697381578642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=4219306697381578642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4219306697381578642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4219306697381578642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-you-and-you-know-me.html' title='I Know You and You Know Me!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-2733593269878392793</id><published>2007-08-16T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:05:37.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry to all those who live in the southeast that have had to experience what I just felt for the first time this year and that was the Heatwave. As Nick and I entered the lower part of Virginia we felt and suddenly missed the Northwest Pacific climate that we enjoyed so much this time last week. We made a complete loop and missed New York, which now I must still go and see, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from 15 days, 22 stops for gas, 4 meals in some giant store parking lot and 28 states of Road Trip USA. The longest amount of time without a bath would be exactly 3 days. The worst part of the trip, Mojave Desert. The best part of the trip seeing much of the country and gaining new insight on what it means to live here and what it means to be a lover to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the journey continue in new ways and may I never forget the time that I had with my friend Nick in a green van for 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later, Be still and know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-2733593269878392793?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/2733593269878392793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=2733593269878392793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2733593269878392793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/2733593269878392793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-4541935076236388380</id><published>2007-08-13T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:40:53.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>It has been a long day of driving and a couple of days for that matter, but nonetheless, we made it. We are not going to NY like we intended. We had some things fall through on a place to stay there and then today we landed ourselves in a standstill of a traffic jam on I-80. Right now I'm sitting in a house of some friends of Nick in Oxford, PA. Our trip has been long and almost two weeks worth of excitement, beauty and perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you everything that I have going through my mind right now, but I'm afraid it's to late and to early in the reflective stages to share, but I will tell you that our journey is not yet over and though we may pull into Raleigh on Thursday our journey of life has only begun. This trip has shaped us and will continue to shape the way we look at our country, at people, and our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we truly put on gentleness, kindness, humility, patience and the garment of Love that binds them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later, see you at the end of the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-4541935076236388380?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/4541935076236388380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=4541935076236388380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4541935076236388380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/4541935076236388380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-8048692876571961991</id><published>2007-08-09T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:02:32.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While Brent's Away ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brent called Wednesday from Seattle with a timely update from his travels across America. After leaving Kentucky, his group continued their cross-country odyssey to the Hoover Dam [below], then on to LA, and will be departing for New York soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV26QGNlHzY/RrxEEn9OulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fjLZtx_oSvc/s1600-h/hartwell+dam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097023724512524882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV26QGNlHzY/RrxEEn9OulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fjLZtx_oSvc/s400/hartwell+dam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brent asked if I'd mind contributing a Guest Post or two while he's away; I'm humbled by his request ... and by his friendship as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://papa-ridgeback.blogspot.com/"&gt;joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  That's actually the Hartwell Dam pictured above; here's the real Hoover Dam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV26QGNlHzY/RrxGn39OumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/72qjJSomfVc/s1600-h/Hoover_dam_from_air_corrected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV26QGNlHzY/RrxGn39OumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/72qjJSomfVc/s400/Hoover_dam_from_air_corrected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097026529126169186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We always thank God for all of you, mentioning you in our prayers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;- 1 Thessalonians 1:2-3 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-8048692876571961991?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/8048692876571961991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=8048692876571961991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/8048692876571961991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/8048692876571961991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/while-brents-away.html' title='While Brent&apos;s Away ...'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV26QGNlHzY/RrxEEn9OulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fjLZtx_oSvc/s72-c/hartwell+dam1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-1909072137811037897</id><published>2007-08-05T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T10:24:40.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip USA #2</title><content type='html'>We have made it to LA in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived last night around 9 and showered for the first time since Thursday. The feel of water was more than I can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last posted we left Glasgow on Thursday evening around 9 and drove through the night til we got to Fort Smith, AR around 7am. Between that time we crossed the Mississippi River around 1:30 in the morning and went through Little Rock which I was a little disappointed with to be honest, I thought it would be more grand. When we finally got to Fort Smith we stopped at a Wal-Mart and bought some eggs in which Nick scrambled them on a propane burner right there in the parking lot. We tried to get some rest but it was so muggy we couldn't sleep because we were miserable so we decided to drive and miserable rather than stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally left AR around 10am and made our way towards Amarillo. Went through Oklahoma City which I would like to go back and visit, it just seemed like a really neat town. Made it to Amarillo way before morning, sorry about that George Strait. Stopped a place called Cadillac ranch which was basically Cadillac's dug into the ground half way with years of paint on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a trip through the 100 plus miles of Texas we arrived in NM. Stopped at the first major city or at least the first place with a lot to do, like to eat, had supper and decided we wanted to be in Albuquerque by the end of the night so Nick got us on the other side of it and we spent the night in a rest area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up about 5:30 left the rest area and got some coffee and headed on the LA. We got to Gallup, NM and made another stop at Wal-Mart in which this time we went with instant oatmeal, which was cooked in a Golden Carrol parking lot. Left Gallup around 10 and went all the way to AZ. We got through Flagstaff and the land started to become desert. When we reached the last city before the state of California which is Kingman we noticed that you could go to the Hoover Dam about 70 miles up the road. That wasn't planned in the trip but instantly became the detour we would take. It was awesome to see the Hoover Dam. I took some Dam photos, but did not take the Dam tours or even buy Dam souvenirs. Got back on target after the Dam and made our way to LA. We went through the Mojave desert which was Hot, Windy, Hot and last forever. After the desert LA was just 70 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has been awesome and I'm so thankful for the opportunity to do something like this. Just to realize how rich I am compared to others in the country and world to just be able to this has been really humbling. Live wild this week and maybe take a little Road Trip from your house maybe to the mountains or beach or possibly to a friends house that you haven't seen in a while, but whatever you do, do it with everything you have and realize there may seem to be a desert that never ends but just over the mountain there is a city and hope that life really isn't all that mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later, Drive On.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-1909072137811037897?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/1909072137811037897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=1909072137811037897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1909072137811037897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/1909072137811037897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/road-trip-usa-2.html' title='Road Trip USA #2'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-3334069140050423814</id><published>2007-08-02T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:04:04.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip USA #1</title><content type='html'>Well it's 6:55am central time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting in what appears to be a house from "The Patriot". I'm drinking a cup of coffee with real cream that came from the cow that Nick's mom milked, wow this could be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; of Little House on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt;. This so far has been one of the greatest adventures in a long time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, is that Steven Curtis I hear singing in my head right now. I'm at my good friend and road trip partner Nick Lewis' house in Glasgow, KY (just about an hour and half north of Nashville). We left Raleigh last night around 8:15 after the meet and greet (which went well thanks for the prayers) and drove through the night and made it here about 5:30 ct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is hang out with the family on the farm today and hopefully get a nap and then have what I hear to be the freshest dinner one man could eat. Everything we eat will be food that came from this farm, sounds good to me. Will say our goodbyes and drive tonight to our next stop around Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Birthday Shout-out to Jeremy Berger one of the coolest, creative, father to be that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, drive west young man, drive west.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-3334069140050423814?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/3334069140050423814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=3334069140050423814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/3334069140050423814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/3334069140050423814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/road-trip-usa-1.html' title='Road Trip USA #1'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-5138131482614179893</id><published>2007-08-01T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:45:03.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>One year ago today I moved into &lt;strong&gt;CDH&lt;/strong&gt; for a year long internship with Crossroads Worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny what God will do in your life when you really do come before him and deny yourself and take up your cross to follow Him. Through all of it I'm learning that &lt;strong&gt;out of our obedience his faithfulness outshines&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of our endeavors be driven and motivated by &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. They will know him because of our love for one another. Now call someone up that you would love to spend time with and ask them to go eat, go to target, or go get a cup of coffee. Share what's happening in your life and what God is doing in it or what you think you need to do to have the life you were created to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Myself and Nick will be starting &lt;strong&gt;Road Trip USA, &lt;/strong&gt;as we will be traveling I-40 across and hopefully pacific coast to Seattle, and then back across to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later, &lt;strong&gt;do it together sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-5138131482614179893?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/5138131482614179893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=5138131482614179893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5138131482614179893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/5138131482614179893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-9183074240335351787</id><published>2007-07-31T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:29:43.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Carol.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to come back to the world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was prompted by the one and only Carol Creamer, who I ran into in the Target parking lot while in Anderson this past week for Crossroads Summer Camp. She told me that she missed reading what I had to say, which was enough to send me spiraling into thought, maybe I do have something to say that needs to be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I begin back on this journey of thought writing. A lot has happened since I last talked to you fine readers of Five Porches. 1) I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;/Taco Bell, 2) I finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CDH&lt;/span&gt;, 3) I'm about to become a youth pastor in Raleigh, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I meet the church body of Baptist Tabernacle and look forward to having one of my year long roommates (Nick Lewis) come and visit the festivities. Then the following day I begin a two week road trip across the USA, more to come on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back and I need your help what are some topics or subjects you want to read about, let me know e-mail me, &lt;a href="mailto:brent.sears@gmail.com"&gt;brent.sears@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. Until later keep rocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-9183074240335351787?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/9183074240335351787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=9183074240335351787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/9183074240335351787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/9183074240335351787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-for-you-carol.html' title='This is for you Carol.'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116973462839592560</id><published>2007-01-25T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:17:08.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>It's been sometime since I posted and for some reason. I have really been busy with thoughts that I couldn't express and with internship duties that offer me no time to type as well as burrito making skills that puts me nowhere near a computer with wireless internet access. I miss sharing randomness and plan to start back at some point, i'm just not sure if I have anything worth saying that I already haven't shared. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe I will type some new material or the old in new ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight January 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Clayton King @ Clemson University&lt;br /&gt;9:19pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and well as far as i'm concerned you should be too. Come on you can nap or just drink a lot of coffee (nector of the gods) tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116973462839592560?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116973462839592560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116973462839592560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116973462839592560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116973462839592560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116351305252469751</id><published>2006-11-14T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:04:12.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Well, I forgot to post the John Kerry comments and hope to do that sometime by the end of this week. I'm gearing up for a mission trip to Mexico next week, so you fine people keep me in your prayers. Just returned from Chambersburg, PA and loved every minute of it. Met some great people and really had a love for the road and learned some neat things, like, prayer can be really simple. I'm currently working a Preface to a book that I'm writing and could really use some prayers for that as well. That it would be gracious and merciful. It's a week after the elections so sit back and watch some CNN or listen to talk radio, it will be a dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a goodin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116351305252469751?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116351305252469751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116351305252469751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116351305252469751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116351305252469751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116248104527908669</id><published>2006-11-02T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:24:05.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Say The Darndest Things!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been some time since I've posted and I thought today was a good day for some posting. I've been going since 6:30a, I've had a pot of coffee and I've watched an episode of the office. Right now I'm shaking because I'm hungry and need food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you are parents or one day wanting to be parents, I'm not a parent yet but would love to have children only if I could find a wife first, but not necessarily, I could be a single dad who has adopted. I thought though as I heard a radio segment yesterday about this what are some things that you don't want to hear your kids say. So I with the help of one, have compiled a list of things you don't want to hear your kids say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm movin' in with Jonny.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm chosen your not. (For my Calvinist friends)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm 25 and still suck my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm 30 and love petticoats.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to speak in a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm Elvis Reincarnate.&lt;br /&gt;- Should I ride the bus or ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;- Could I wear a dickey.&lt;br /&gt;- Babysit, I make way more money dancin.&lt;br /&gt;- Mom...Dad, My new boyfriend is a great kisser, almost as good as Cousin Frank. &lt;br /&gt;- Mom...Dad, I need advice, Should I pose for Penthouse or Hustler. (I would have a heart attack)&lt;br /&gt;- Mom...Dad, I think he's great marrying material, He has a Harley and owns his own business, making Crystal Meth in his basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that you don't want to hear your kids say. I hope you all have a great day and stay tuned for tomorrow as I bring apology's John Kerry would give if he decided he was going to give one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116248104527908669?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116248104527908669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116248104527908669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116248104527908669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116248104527908669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/11/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kid&apos;s Say The Darndest Things!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116172288376272931</id><published>2006-10-24T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:48:36.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CDH Life</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know, I'm in a program called the Community Discipleship House (CDH) which is through Crossroads Worldwide Ministries. It is a year long internship in which we live with eight other people and share life together by building community, following under the discipleship of Matt Orth, Clayton King and other strange characters. It has really been an exciting, adventurous life that has opened my eyes, my ears, and my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each have a bedroom that we share with another person. My roommate happens to be a guy from Glasgow, KY. His name is Nick Lewis and he really is on the opposite end of personality. He is your outdoors man, who likes to hunt, slack line, and pretty much anything that falls under the day of sun. He and I met at Crossroads Summer Camp and by the end of the Camp he was now my roommate at CDH. We have developed a great friendship and encouraging spurring on of Love and Good deeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've always wanted to go on a cross country trip and just see this large yet small country that we live in. I've wanted to start in Wilmington, NC and end up in West Hollywood, CA (to see my friend Dallas Morgan). I thought that I would never get to do this because I wouldn't be able to find someone to go with me or the proper transportation and just the sheer task that it would be. Well, if you watch Oprah you would know 1)What's going on in the world and 2)What's about to be hot on the market, but most importantly you would know that she and her friend Gayle just went on a cross country road trip. When I found out about it I was hooked and the desire to go across the U.S. of A intensified. I talked with Nick and asked would he ever want to do something like this, as to where he responded, "Yeah". So as of right now we are beginning to plan a cross country trip from NC to CA up the pacific coast highway and then back over the northern part of the U.S. of A. Pray for us and most importantly please suggest of any odd things that we could see along the way that you might know of and possibly pass along the numbers of friends and family that may would help us out that happen to be spread out around the country. Again, It's the beginning stages of the planning and things will of course change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to just go around the country to merely do something, we don't want to go and say we did it, we want to go around the country to be changed by it, to experience the greatness that we live in and to be in the right place at the right time for the right reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116172288376272931?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116172288376272931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116172288376272931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116172288376272931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116172288376272931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/10/cdh-life.html' title='CDH Life'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116126726152053152</id><published>2006-10-19T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:15:31.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaye and Naye</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HshOtfrBfAo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HshOtfrBfAo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parody Reverend. Comedy, well to some of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116126726152053152?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116126726152053152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116126726152053152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116126726152053152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116126726152053152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/10/yaye-and-naye.html' title='Yaye and Naye'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116039863028905256</id><published>2006-10-09T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:57:10.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPN College Game Day</title><content type='html'>So as I made my trip to Florida this weekend to see the Gators play in The Swamp, I ended up being on ESPN College Game Day. It was a long day and I was very tired but it was worth the orange safety hard hat that I got and the three times that I was on TV. The funny thing about the whole thing is i'm not a big football fan of sorts but I was on the football of all football shows. We're safely back home now and enjoying all that is here to enjoy in Boiling Springs, NC. Plan on making a trip back to Anderson soon (October 20-22) I hope to see some people but if not, oh well. Have an awesome day my peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116039863028905256?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116039863028905256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116039863028905256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116039863028905256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116039863028905256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/10/espn-college-game-day.html' title='ESPN College Game Day'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-116013793146468012</id><published>2006-10-06T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:32:11.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC/Taco Bell Devotional One</title><content type='html'>So I just began the KFC/Taco Bell Combo and really enjoy it. I mean it's long, fast, and a lot to learn but it should be a good thing to stretch myself and expand in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started my second day on the job and I have to tell you about the Combo, you never know who is going to work. I had some of the same people working with me but there only training at our store so they'll be gone soon. I started the actual line yesterday and it was fast. After the rush hour of lunch orders and all was a bit clean we on the back line and a chicken cook began to talk about relationships, commitment and marriage. I started to listen and all of a sudden wanted to say something so poignant that sounded so great to all of there hurting ears. Then it hit me, I couldn't say anything. I just stood and heard there hearts and minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after the Demolition Derby, which was amazing 1) Cars bashing one another 2) a little Geo that was in the small car heat that not only implode an airbag, smoked one time really bad but restarted his little car three more times. 3) During the final round with all the best cars there was a somewhat injury, a scuffle if you will and the one finger salute between the final two remaining cars (Sudden Attitude and Slayer(driven by a woman)) I talked with my roommate about the combo and what had happened and then while we're talking it hit me what I had read in my time of quite earlier that day. James 1:19 Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry. Wow, if we as followers of Christ could just hear the hearts of some of these hurting people, ourselves included, instead of trying to give them all the right answers at once He might be able to do more through us. I guess my point is directed at me when I say I wish I would quit trying to say the right things, but instead do the right things and build the right relationships with the people He has intended. Be encouraged all and just remember it's a daily process one that requires the renewing of our minds, may we take a moment to just sit still in SILENCE (that sometimes being the loudest noise ever) allowing the creator to speak to his creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to Florida this weekend to hang out at the LSU/Florida game with some of my roommates, ya'll keep um straight up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-116013793146468012?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/116013793146468012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=116013793146468012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116013793146468012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/116013793146468012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/10/kfctaco-bell-devotional-one.html' title='KFC/Taco Bell Devotional One'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115999375851031615</id><published>2006-10-04T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:29:18.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC/Taco Bell Combo</title><content type='html'>Today work began at the KFC/Taco Bell Combo. I received my small shirt that had the smell of grease and the stains to back it up. I borrowed a pair of black pants (that is a must purchase soon item) from my roommate and I started during the lunch hour rush in the town of Boiling Springs, NC with its one stop light so it was all the rush you could get on the first day. It went well and I hope to do a great job and meet some people in the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115999375851031615?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115999375851031615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115999375851031615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115999375851031615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115999375851031615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/10/kfctaco-bell-combo.html' title='KFC/Taco Bell Combo'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115928220702881832</id><published>2006-09-26T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:50:07.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday News</title><content type='html'>Around the world and in your world news breaks daily so get your dose of daily news here on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Office’s Kevin Character More Hip Everyman Than Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURBANK, Calif. (Wireless Flash) – Playing big, slow guys is nothing new to rotund character actor Brian Baumgartner but he sees the character he plays on The Office as leaps above his usual roles.&lt;br /&gt;     Baumgartner admits the “big, sorta slow guy is nothing new in comedy” but says his Office character, Kevin Malone, is a fat part unlike his other roles.&lt;br /&gt;     In his words: “Kevin is completely honest and inappropriate – but he also has a confidence and a hipster [background] completely his own.”&lt;br /&gt;     The actor says he sees his character as being a hip writer or musician somewhere else “if he hadn’t taken the job at Dunder Mifflin.”&lt;br /&gt;     His one flaw, says Baumgartner, is that “he never figured out he was supposed to do that.”&lt;br /&gt;     The Office airs Thursdays on NBC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 68 year old peace activist says she was frustrated that everyone else isn't rabidly against the Iraq War like she is, so she's gone on a &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2003274076_hunger25m.html"&gt;hunger strike&lt;/a&gt; "until there is a swell of protest against the war that the Bush administration cannot ignore." And she says she's willing to die for the cause. Again, why do people think hunger strikes have any effect? You're not eating? How does that affect me? It doesn't? I do care about one thing though, when is lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but when i've been laughing a lot (thanks diddy and Judith for helping in this process) I sometimes get the hiccups, well no fear there seems to be &lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/mld/philly/15607919.htm"&gt;a cure&lt;/a&gt; for them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you remember the &lt;a href="http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/stomach-pirantas.html"&gt;Stomach Piranta Story&lt;/a&gt;, but I'll never forget it. It appears to me that if I had used &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/lifestyle/286282_pepto25.html"&gt;Pepto Bismol&lt;/a&gt; during that trying time and now If I wrote an essay about my experience I would have the chance at winning cash prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to Charlotte tonight and I'm looking foward to that. You fine readers have an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115928220702881832?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115928220702881832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115928220702881832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115928220702881832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115928220702881832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/tuesday-news.html' title='Tuesday News'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115921086302965929</id><published>2006-09-25T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:01:03.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone who is reading had a great weekend. I haven't posted since the office and what an eposide, trully dry humor and trully wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a stealth like mission return home and had a great time seeing some great people. Thank you for the kind words of encouragement and the equipment to get the job done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally applied for the passport that will be needed for an upcoming trip and also hopefully down the road trips of the country. It was an ordeal that just reminds me that life is trully great and should be laughed at a lot. I didn't realize you had to pay separte for the application and the service charge. After filling out the check (which happened to be my last in that stack) I was let know of this phenemon that is separtaion of Check and Cash, or Check and Check depending if you do not have Cash for the county Court House. Made my way to the U.S. Post Office for a money order and all was taken care of. Oh, and if you plan on buying something at the post office don't try to use a credit card they don't accept it, you better have Cash, Check, or Debit. Hope this comes in handy for all you blog readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do It Together (Sometimes) and remember to keep your knees to the ground and your eyes on Jesus. Have an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115921086302965929?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115921086302965929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115921086302965929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115921086302965929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115921086302965929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115885024236017695</id><published>2006-09-21T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:52:27.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>Yes Folks, Tonight the premier of &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; kicks off for season three. Now I wasn't really ever an Office fan mainly because of my disgust with Sitcoms. While I was working in Radio I did traffic for the Rise Guys Morning Show, where they would always interview the actors/actress on the show. It peaked my curiosity and finally while in Atlanta spending the night at a friends house after my trip to LA he had the office season two ender and we watched it. It was entitled "Casino Night" it my friends was great and I fell into the likeness of The Office. So pull up a recliner and/or couch and relax for a laugh or two tonight at 8:30 on NBC. And now for the News Flash which ironically correlates with the Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92 Percent Of Bosses Think They're Doing Good Job; Only 67 Percent Of Workers Agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (Wireless Flash) A whopping majority of American bosses are like Steve Carell's character on The Office: They think they're doing a good job but are oblivious to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;     According to a new survey by the Hudson staffing company, 92 percent of managers consider themselves an excellent boss.&lt;br /&gt;     However, only 67 percent of their underlings agree and 10 percent think their boss does a lousy job.&lt;br /&gt;     Still, there is one sign that the bosses may be aware of their leadership failings: 26 percent feel they did not give adequate training to handle their managerial responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;     Meanwhile, 41 percent of American workers believe if their boss was canned, they'd be offered the job but only half of those would actually take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Women Of The Office Want To See, Hear More From Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURBANK, Calif. (Wireless Flash) Melora Hardin returns as hard-as-nails female executive Jan Levinson on tonight's season premiere of the NBC sitcom The Office, but she wants to do even more with the character.&lt;br /&gt;     Hardin says it's time for Jan to show she's more than just a straight woman stickler to Emmy winner Steve Carell's clueless boss and she wants to do that with music.&lt;br /&gt;     In real life, Hardin is a professionally trained singer and even has an idea how to work it in the plot of an upcoming episode.&lt;br /&gt;     Hardin hints that the character portrayed by Phyllis Smith may be involved in a wedding and Smith thinks 'Jan' should sing at the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;  She adds: "We haven't really pitched that one to the writers yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now when I rejoin the gym this will be my new &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/entertainment/my_jumps_entertainment_mike_forde.htm"&gt;exercise&lt;/a&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming up here in Cleveland County is the Cleveland County Fair. Nothing like &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-fried21sep21,0,2647864.story?coll=la-home-headlines"&gt;fried everything&lt;/a&gt;- fried twinkies, fried sandwiches, fried anything. They ought to just take the hot oil and inject it straight into your arteries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115885024236017695?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115885024236017695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115885024236017695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115885024236017695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115885024236017695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115876334362049035</id><published>2006-09-20T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:51:00.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash</title><content type='html'>All was well in the Metropolitan City of Charlotte last night. Clayton did a great message on defining moments. This past year for me seems like a defining moment and I can't wait to see where it goes and how I end up getting taught and used. Today I attempt the application process for a United States Passport for our mission trip to Mexico in November and possibly that trip to Africa one day (Diddy) and who knows but maybe Australia. You fine folks have a great one today and enjoy the following News Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Lunch Ladies At Congressional Cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRIA, Va. (Wireless Flash) – It will be interesting to see which senator will be banished to the losers table tomorrow (Sept. 21) during the Capitol Hill school-lunch taste test.&lt;br /&gt;     During the event, Congress members will have a chance to test five different foods, which are being introduced as healthy school cafeteria alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;     The event is being hosted by the School Nutrition Association, which hopes to show members of Congress that foods like pizza can be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;     Congress members will test five different delicacies, including “Heddi Spaghetti,” “Sally Salad,” “Rocco Taco,” “Ricky Chicken” and, of course, “Pete Pizza.”&lt;br /&gt;     Then they’ll vote for their favorite.&lt;br /&gt;     Although milk and juice will be served, the cafeteria confections will not be dished out by hair-netted lunch ladies, because strict security rules in the House of Representatives allow only “special caterers” to prepare the food.&lt;br /&gt;     However, spokesman Erik Peterson promises that the recipes will “taste just like they do in a school cafeteria.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How Important Is Your Twenty-Dollar Bill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a $20. bill blew from your hand and over the rail of a bridge, would you jump off the &lt;a href="http://www.heraldtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060919/NEWS/609190320/1006/SPORTS"&gt;bridge to retrieve it&lt;/a&gt;? 50 feet down? This guy did. For him, twenty bucks is real money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DUMB CROOK NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When angrily vandalizing your philandering husband's truck, check the license plate. This moron and her friend didn't, and ended up trashing someone else's truck. Specifically, a &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/output/news/cst-nws-vandal20.html"&gt;cop's&lt;/a&gt; truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115876334362049035?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115876334362049035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115876334362049035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115876334362049035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115876334362049035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/news-flash.html' title='News Flash'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115867070655778083</id><published>2006-09-19T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:54:59.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Hands &amp; Lazy Mail</title><content type='html'>Americans Aren't Coming Clean When It Comes To Handwashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. (Wireless Flash) A lot of Americans aren't coming clean about their handwashing. According to a new survey by the Soap and Detergent Association, 68 percent of Americans don't wash their mitts long enough to effectively remove germs or dirt. That's up from 54 percent who did a lousy handwashing job back in 2004. Despite this, 42 percent of Americans claim they wash their hands at least 10 times a day. However, 36 percent seldom wash their hands after coughing or sneezing and 31 percent don't wash their hands before eating lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Make This Wash Our Hands As Much As We Can Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the postman just stash hundreds of pieces of mail in garbage bags in a shed instead of delivering them? He says he was just &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/0918LazyMailman18-ON.html"&gt;too lazy&lt;/a&gt; to bother. While I'm sure everyone there appreciates his candor, that's really not an acceptable answer. Wow, and I thought that I hated working in radio. I mean I didn't like reading the Centrum commercials but I never wanted to shred it up and not read it on the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I go to Charlotte to be apart of &lt;a href="http://www.charlotteone.org/"&gt;CharlotteONE&lt;/a&gt; and I'm excited about it. I get to go with Clayton King. Then Thursday I'll be in Clemson at &lt;a href="http://www.clemsonfca.org/?PHPSESSID=1d69a240a0a40127421de431143b5beb"&gt;Clemson FCA&lt;/a&gt;, with Matt Orth. A FUN week ahead and many more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115867070655778083?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115867070655778083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115867070655778083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115867070655778083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115867070655778083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/clean-hands-lazy-mail.html' title='Clean Hands &amp; Lazy Mail'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115860686617890735</id><published>2006-09-18T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:00:24.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/1600/Page%205-Photo%204.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/320/Page%205-Photo%204.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love church humor. I love odd things that churches do and yes I love to watch local church TV. I do check blogs that pastors have and there is one out of Ohio that I check in which he posted this picture. This chicken is placed infront of there church and of course was made by a member of that church, probably the reason that the Chicken gets placed out front. I hope that it puts a grin on your face on this lovely Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115860686617890735?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115860686617890735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115860686617890735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115860686617890735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115860686617890735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/chicken.html' title='Chicken'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115855508081366425</id><published>2006-09-18T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:51:20.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Morrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/1600/acl_vanmorrison1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/320/acl_vanmorrison1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Me Some &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=br_ss_hs/102-4185074-2888100?platform=gurupa&amp;url=index%3Dblended&amp;keywords=Van+Morrison&amp;Go.x=0&amp;Go.y=0&amp;Go=Go"&gt;Van Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115855508081366425?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115855508081366425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115855508081366425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115855508081366425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115855508081366425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/van-morrison.html' title='Van Morrison'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115855416942258666</id><published>2006-09-18T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:47:22.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numerous Requests</title><content type='html'>I have received numerous requests over the past few days that have inquired as to why I haven't been posting lately. As to where a response goes like this, "I don't like talking about myself a lot on here for two reasons, A) I become self-absorbed and I do that pretty good without blogging and B) Do you really care what I have to say and do I really have anything good to say anyway." Well I can say I'm not trying to be self-focused and so therefore I will speak of the times that are going on. I think I will just let the fingers flow and allow the heart to explore the gift of spontaneity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've been living in this community of teaching, fellowship, prayer and breaking of the bread I've come to understand that we all long for such things in some form or another. We're all looking for teaching in aspects of money, parenting, relationships, and/or anything else that our minds can attempt to grasp or there the lack of (i.e. The books for dumbies). We are all wanting to find our nitch and place in soceity and will sometimes join the craziest things just to feel the acceptance that our soul so longs to have. I have come to many conclusions on things I don't know and need books to understand. A) Lost! There is a huge marathon going on as I type. B) Football! There has been so much football on the two televisions that we own, I wish I was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0445990/"&gt;invincible&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some great people though that live not only in this house but in this community and the fellowship with them under the head of Christ has been extradinoary and the prayer that has flowed from hearts and minds of these wonderful people have been challenging and moving all together. I spent the early morning of yesterday in Tryon, NC with my friend &lt;a href="http://ansonwilson.com/"&gt;Paul Wilson&lt;/a&gt;, whom I can say that I would fight side by side any day and would know that he had my back. He yesterday not only taught me about the importance of rest and relaxation, but he allowed me to experience the importance of it and the importance to just sit and hang out with a friend. We need it and I loved it. Thanks Paul! I miss all of you back home, but have found peace in the new home that is being formed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people who didn't believe in Christ, not because of the historical evidence or the biblical accounts of Him, could have seen friendship in the (I believe) the purest of form on the cabins front porch would have seen the light of Christ. That at least would be my hope not only for that friendship and that experience, but for all friendships and experiences in life. During the course of this year at CDH, we are required to read a book a month from a choice of books in our CDH library. This month's reading is '&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Severe-Mercy-Sheldon-Vanauken/dp/0060688246/sr=8-1/qid=1158553285/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-4185074-2888100?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;A Severe Mercy&lt;/a&gt;' by Sheldon Vanauken. It has to be one of my favorite books that I've ever read, well besides &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vision-Vow-Re-Discovering-Life-Grace/dp/097292762X/sr=1-1/qid=1158553345/ref=sr_1_1/102-4185074-2888100?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Vision &amp; The Vow&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanauken was not a Christian when he and his wife Davy met and fell inloveness, as he calls it. There journey took them to Oxford where the Holy Spirit wouldn't stop pursuing them and where they would choose to believe and follow Christ. Sheldon wrote the following in his book and I hope that it causes you to think and encourage you as much as it did for me. It would also be helpful to note that Sheldon did not know Christ in a relational form when he wrote this, he however was on a journey to learn about Christianity and to make sense of it. Until next time, Keep your knees to the ground and your eyes on Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The best argument for Christianity is Christians: their joy, their certainty, their completeness. But the strongest argument against Christianity is also Christians-when they are sombre and joyless, when they are self-righteous and smug in complacent consecration, when they are narrow and repressive, then Christianity dies a thousand deaths. But, though it is just to condemn some Christians for these things, perhaps, after all, it is not just, though very easy, to condemn Christianity itself for them. Indeed, there are impressive indications that the positive quality of joy is in Christianity - and possibly nowhere else. If that were certain, it would be proof of a very high order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Sheldon Vanauken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115855416942258666?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115855416942258666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115855416942258666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115855416942258666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115855416942258666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/numerous-requests.html' title='Numerous Requests'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115828517109413669</id><published>2006-09-14T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T15:15:54.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth/Trust</title><content type='html'>Some nuggets from Erwin McManus that have really spoke to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crisis of confidence and meaning in our society, the relationship of subjective and objective truth, and the importance of trustworthiness. The search for meaning, relationship, and progress mirror the Apostle Paul’s categories of faith, hope, and love and point towards God’s fingerprint on creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth sits in the middle of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we detach ourselves from God we actually move away from truth.&lt;br /&gt;Objective and Subjective truth minmize the attitude of risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything is connected doesn't mean that everything is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt insignificant, it's because you are. But it is wrong for me to tell you that you have no value, and if there is no God and that your created in his image than what was said is is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're over acheivers!&lt;br /&gt;Two reasons for mid-life crisis:&lt;br /&gt;1. You chose a goal an idea of who you can be to abtain it and you do whatever you can to achieve it and you realize your closer to death than birth and see that you cannot suceed.&lt;br /&gt;2. You define sucess and you do whatever it is to accomplish it and you sacrafice everything you have set out to do and you accomplish it and you are still as empty inside and you found more meaning in the pursuit of that goal than that goal could ever give you and now you wonder if something you threw away was that thing of greatest value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us will wake up tomorrow wondering if tomorrow will be greater than today or you will move to a level of despair that will paralyze you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115828517109413669?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115828517109413669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115828517109413669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115828517109413669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115828517109413669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/09/truthtrust.html' title='Truth/Trust'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115645005257443265</id><published>2006-08-24T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:07:32.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Control</title><content type='html'>BLAST OFF! I'm in studio 1A of WGWG and I can't believe i'm about to make a return the airwaves. To think that I would be back here in this position is weird and amazing at the sametime. God is amazing and it is a Beautiful Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115645005257443265?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115645005257443265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115645005257443265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115645005257443265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115645005257443265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/master-control.html' title='Master Control'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115635674285819196</id><published>2006-08-23T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:15:38.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitley Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So here at the CDH we have a little library that we can chose a book to read for that month and then turn in a book report about what we thought about it and/or how we may have disagreed with that particular book. Some incredible books are within the shelves of our palatal library. This month I chose to start off with a book by Dr. Larry Crabb "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1576830829/sr=8-1/qid=1156355967/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-5658378-3440616?ie=UTF8"&gt;Inside Out.&lt;/a&gt;" This week I'm about done with it and I read a great quote from it that I would love to share with you on the importance of a spirit of humility and not a spirit of demandingness that we seem to find when things do not go well, especially for an extended time. When that suffering is poured out from a twisted bitter demanding spirit we're met a surgeon rather than our Advocate who is here to care for us. Hopefully, that sets the stage for this weeks Whitley Wednesday Quote.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps the first step in learning humility is to consider who it is we think must change. A demand that things be different represents an accusation against God, a charge that He's guilty of mismanagement and negligence in His duties. &lt;br /&gt;- Dr. Larry Crabb from "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1576830829/sr=8-1/qid=1156355967/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-5658378-3440616?ie=UTF8"&gt;Inside Out&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115635674285819196?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115635674285819196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115635674285819196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115635674285819196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115635674285819196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/whitley-wednesday.html' title='Whitley Wednesday'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115626236183619409</id><published>2006-08-22T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:02:38.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back On the Air!</title><content type='html'>It really seems crazy to be saying this, but i'm going back on the radio. Well it's going to be for three hours a week. Thursday afternoons 4-6pm I'll be playing the tunes of AAA and Americana formats on 88.3 a 50,000 watt radio station a part of Gardner-Webb University. If you get a chance take a listen in Greenville north or just take a peek on the internet at &lt;a href="http://wgwg.gardner-webb.edu:8100/listen.m3u"&gt;WGWG FM 88.3.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115626236183619409?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115626236183619409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115626236183619409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115626236183619409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115626236183619409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back-on-air.html' title='I&apos;m Back On the Air!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115619382184877693</id><published>2006-08-21T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:03:40.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brotha's and Sista's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/1600/our%20kids.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/320/our%20kids.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here It is our first sibiling picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Row: Sara, Kelly, and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Front Row: Brent, Zach, Justin, and Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fine family photo was taken at Kate's Skate. We decided that it would be good to build community at a local skating rink. The great thing about Kate's was the music selection. It was the best mix of today and yesterday. The moment it went from Lil Jon &amp; the East Side Boys "&lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/artist/lil-jon-and-the-east-side-boyz/405670/main#"&gt;Snap Yo Fingers&lt;/a&gt;" immediately to Casting Crowns "&lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/artist/casting-crowns/587461/main"&gt;Who Am I&lt;/a&gt;" I knew that I was in the right place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may notice I'm wearing a smokin' hot suit bought a smokin' low price. I've worn this suit to a BBQ joint and now to Kate's. I plan to pretty much wear this suit to all functions that revolve around class. I was wearing this suit as you again can tell, and I was asked if I was a preacher. You know a man of the cloth. When I responded with a quick and dry comment like, "I'm working on it." So I need some help, but it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Close To One Another and Have A Family Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115619382184877693?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115619382184877693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115619382184877693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115619382184877693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115619382184877693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-brothas-and-sistas.html' title='My Brotha&apos;s and Sista&apos;s'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115611614755666583</id><published>2006-08-20T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:43:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CDH possibly on American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/1600/justin_brock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6130/386/320/justin_brock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my roommates that I will be living with for the next year, well maybe. He and some others from the Boiling Springs, NC area made there way to Biringham, AL this past weekend to try out for American Idol. They didn't make it to Hollywood, but at least they got to experience trying out for American Idol. Below is a story from a &lt;a href="http://www.al.com/"&gt;Alabama&lt;/a&gt; news website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.al.com/weblogs/nightlife/index.ssf?/mtlogs/bama_nightlife/archives/2006_08.html#173840"&gt;'Idol' shoo-in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read it here first. This guy is going to make it through at least the first round of "American Idol" auditions, and I'd be willing to bet you'll see him on TV at some point, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Justin Brock. He's 22, and he's from Clemson, South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taylor Hicks look-alike sang a brief rendition of "Let Me Leave" by Marc Broussard for al.com's cameras (which we'll post Monday along with dozens of other video clips), and he's pretty good. I'm not qualified to say whether he's good enough for the show, but his grey hair will certainly help propel him along for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that he told us that he's going to wear a hat to the auditions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115611614755666583?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115611614755666583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115611614755666583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115611614755666583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115611614755666583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/cdh-possibly-on-american-idol.html' title='CDH possibly on American Idol'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115573492635912220</id><published>2006-08-16T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:31:12.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CDH Storm</title><content type='html'>Last week we had a pretty sever thunderstorm roll through the hills of Boiling Springs, NC. It consisted of heavy rain, enough to wash white lighting, Lighting closer than you like it to be, and bright enough to see the trees, and thunder that would rattle dentures out of any seventy year olds mouth. After that storm I jotted this attempt of a poem down. I hope you like it or at least can take something out of it as encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CDH Storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the Sky lit bright,&lt;br /&gt;with the lighting illuminating white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting lit the clouds&lt;br /&gt;the thunder echoed through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a presence surrounding us that&lt;br /&gt;was bigger than life lived itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same light can shine out of us&lt;br /&gt;and the same thunder can echo from within us,&lt;br /&gt;to a surrounding crowd that is as empty as a dead &lt;br /&gt;oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light of hope and a thunder of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we not be afraid and bow to the wind of destruction, &lt;br /&gt;but may we take action in our friend and stand against that wind&lt;br /&gt;on a rock that is stronger than any tempest within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we rise above destruction if we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go to a safe place, like the shadow of a wing,&lt;br /&gt;to sing praises to our king from above and within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115573492635912220?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115573492635912220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115573492635912220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115573492635912220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115573492635912220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/cdh-storm.html' title='CDH Storm'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115573320632788137</id><published>2006-08-16T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:16:43.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BAAACK - WHITLEY WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>Well CDH is off and running and I'm now in somewhat of a routine. I do my three mile run on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and keep trying to extend that each week to further develop my running skills. As I was running this morning it hit me that I need to bring back Whitley Wednesday, especially since she is practically my neighbor now. I will also be posting a few things that I have acquired to jot down in my notebook since I've been here hopefully to encourage everyone to do something productive for the day and/or with there life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote comes from just a year and two days. I was strangely enough in Charlotte, helping a guy named &lt;a href="http://www.brockgill.com/"&gt;Brock Gill &lt;/a&gt;with a performance he did at Carowinds. He was in a conversation with a guy named David St. James, you may not know him, but you know his daughter &lt;a href="http://www.rsjames.com/"&gt;Rebecca St. James&lt;/a&gt;. During the conversation Brock said this and I jotted it down on a piece of paper. Without further delay I present the Whitley Wednesday Quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passion without Wisdom is chaos.&lt;br /&gt;- Brock Gill&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115573320632788137?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115573320632788137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115573320632788137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115573320632788137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115573320632788137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-baaack-whitley-wednesday.html' title='IT&apos;S BAAACK - WHITLEY WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115359210941044898</id><published>2006-07-22T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:15:09.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>A new look for a new chapter in life, beginning August 7th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115359210941044898?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115359210941044898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115359210941044898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115359210941044898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115359210941044898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115298221973453276</id><published>2006-07-15T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:51:20.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Livermush</title><content type='html'>So this morning at 10am, I did it, I ate Livermush. It may sound disturbing, it may make you want to gag, or even black out, but this southern delicacy wasn't nothing to play around with. It was really good. I went with another &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsworldwide.com"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; staff member over to the Snack Shop were we partook in such a dish. I have to admit that I was really nervous about trying it, but if I was going to be living here for the upcoming year I had to try it. It came out on toast, in the form of a sandwich. It really looked like a sausage patty, but did not have a sausage taste. The sandwich was cut in half and on one half we smeared strawberry jam (that would make you want to slap your grandma)and on the other half it was left plain. I took my first bite not knowing what to expect, when to my tastebuds I found nothing but goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the only reason we are afraid to try it, is because of the name and of all the horrific stories we've heard of people who tried it, but were turned off by it, because it didn't live up to there expectations or just wasn't something they could truly finish because the sacrifice to the stomach was to much. It kind of reminds me of following Christ. I'm not saying that Christ should be compared to Livermush, but I am saying that just like being afraid of eating Livermush, I've seen so many kids over the past three weeks afraid to put there life and trust of that life in the hands of Jesus Christ. Your not sure at first what it's going to be like. You've maybe seen the bad TV evangelists and you think you have to be like that. You've been around the holier than thou folks and they left a bad taste in your mouth, maybe like the first time you ever had liver by itself. So, when it comes to following Christ with all you got your not sure what to think, you just know that people tell you, you need it, and that once you decide to follow Jesus you'll stop doing bad things and you'll be bored the rest of your life. Except it's more than just keeping you from doing bad things, because if that's all that Jesus came to do than he really did waste a lot of his time, because the law was used to keep you from doing bad things. No, Jesus was more than that, He was a conqueror of death, He was one that claimed to be God in the flesh and then died an innocent death and rose from the dead three days later where he spent time with those who knew him when he was alive. &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; He was a friend to the friendless, He was a doctor to the sick and he looked for people who didn't match up to the standards of the day to follow Him and to do great things in his name. He asks that you believe in Him and who He claimed to be and how he proved it and to love him with all your heart, and to love your neighbor with all your heart no matter what might happen. He connects you to God, He truly is the bridge between God and mankind. His spirit of truth guides you on this big ball of dirt and unleashes the person you were created to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful thing about it, is along this unknown journey you might have with Jesus you can question things just like questioning the waitress about what's in Livermush. He is a big God and if you don't believe it think about the last time you saw a sun setting behind those large oak trees on the hill across the way. You can also trust that He want leave your side, it may get quite and you might not feel it, but that's the time as I heard one Youth Pastor say the first week at camp, is the time to practice your faith and to use it all the more. It's also the reason you need someone to come along with you, just like I had this morning. Whether you believe in Jesus or not, that's up to you, but as I've journeyed over the past two years, I've needed Him and I will always need Him. He created me for something, and believes I can do it with his help, that's more than some earthly fathers I know will tell you. I can vouch for the following statement, "YOU MATTER TO GOD." Break the walls down that hold you back from truly expressing yourself and from truly putting your trust into Jesus Christ and your obedience to God and the plans he has for your life. Let go of past experiences that left you broken, bitter, and confused and grab a hold of Faith, Hope, and Love. This journey you have to try it for yourself at times and to test it, but the cool thing about it is that there are others out there, maybe beside you who are genuinely wanting to take a first step on the journey with you. Like the Livermush took control of my tastebuds this morning and made me think why it's not a national past time food, you have to let God take you on this journey and chase the moments that could be the greatest you ever had and the greatest for all generations to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2015:1-11;&amp;version=31;"&gt;1 Corinthians 15:1-11&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115298221973453276?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115298221973453276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115298221973453276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115298221973453276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115298221973453276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/07/livermush.html' title='Livermush'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115262215357825176</id><published>2006-07-11T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:49:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWDY CAMPERS</title><content type='html'>Hello Madda, Hello Fadda, It's Brent Sears from Crossroads Summer Camps and i'm just extending an overdue Howdy. It has been an awesome three weeks in Boiling Springs, NC. I've sweated like a pig about to go into the slaughter house, i've drank more water than the fish in the lake, and i'm about to completely understand the unsantized conditions of community showers. I mean if your nice enough to leave a community bar of soap, have the decenacy not to steal it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third week has kicked off strong and i'm looking forward to kicking off the fourth and final week of camp. It has been awesome to meet some great guys and gals from all over the southeast and some northerns, (YANKEE). However, they don't act like them in any shape or form. I've hung out with some awesome kids from all over the southeast as well. One of my favorites was a guy named Hunter who had the deepest southern GA. accent one young man could have. He worked on a chicken farm, in which the question was asked, "Do the chickens have large talons?" He didn't really get, but he did share some great insights on chicken farming, so if I ever decide to take up that hobby or profession i'll have some forsight into the business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all and hope that you all are well. I know that i'm exactly where I need to be. It just amazes me that a guy from Anderson, SC who recently quit his job and had no idea that he would be here, gets to really be here. In order to ignite a reaction you really do need to break the status quo and shake things up. I've learned that is really how God shines his faithfulness, when you are faithful to his call on your life. He really is longing to connect with us and can only do so if, we just open ourselves up to it. I use to think that he was far away and only picked really cool people to do things, but the truth is he really picks, geeks, freaks, and uniques to do some pretty extradionary things, I mean have you read the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for your support, prayers, and friendships over the past years. I never knew that three summers ago when I went through one of the hardest times of my life that this would truly be the wake-up from the break-up. You all continue to shine, continue to laugh and by all means chase the one who created you to be unique through the relationship that puts to shame all relationships, the relationship between father and children, husband and wife, and mystery. May we all become the individuals that Jesus died to unleash and may we all live in such a way that when people looked at us, they couldn't help but to stop and look up at the stars and say that the same one who created all that created the community of people that i'm looking at. In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you hadn't tried Livermush you really ought to get your hands on some. I plan to let you know how it taste in a week or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115262215357825176?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115262215357825176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115262215357825176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115262215357825176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115262215357825176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/07/howdy-campers.html' title='HOWDY CAMPERS'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115058309982212767</id><published>2006-06-17T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:25:59.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>The other day I was talking with some people about friends and it got me to thinking what should a friendship look like, or at least try to look like. I took a read in the Bible, the conversation between God and mankind. It has some interesting things to say, such as, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that in our busy lifestyles we're all in search for sometimes as many friends as we can get to hang out with us and just to be around us. It seems that in that hot pursuit we come up with nothing more than a bunch of acquaintances that we only know by name and job, which we usually end up forgetting that much when it's all said and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you've been giving and giving and giving it seems like to those you call friends with what seems like no return of any giving back. It's as if you have thrown the Friendship boomerang and it seems it has gotten caught on the receiving ringer. But again God's conversation with all of us in the Bible says, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. b&lt;/span&gt; That one is tough to swallow personally. I really have a hard time with that verse. To lay down my life for the ones that wrong me, ignore me, maybe even deny me when around certain people they know. To act as if I don't exist when all the while they know my name don't they. Could this be what it means to be Christ like? Because in essence that is what ended up happening to Jesus, in fact it went a step further, one of his confidants would betray him that would lead to his death. Death due to the betrayal of a friend, brother or sister. Maybe though, in that death of betrayal we could realize that we weren't alone, that in fact in that moment we were experiencing what our God in the flesh experienced, but isn't good to know or come to know that even death of betrayal couldn't hold him down. He conquered death and we also can conquer that death by offering and giving ourselves to the one who originally took that place and is calling us into something bigger than ourselves, something so great we couldn't ask for it or imagine it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as our pursuit of friends and relationships come and go, may we try if we dare to get to a point in our journey of life that we didn't ask who will be my friend, but instead asked the question who can I be a friend to that I could invest my time, energy, talents, gifts, resources, and self into even if it cost me my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Proverbs 18:24&lt;br /&gt;B) John 15:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115058309982212767?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115058309982212767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115058309982212767&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115058309982212767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115058309982212767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-115058155306722307</id><published>2006-06-17T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:00:28.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Speak</title><content type='html'>Hello all in the world of the interweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away from the web of sorts for sometime now, and have decided to take the plunge again. I'm going to make this short and sweet, then i'll post my newest thoughts, as if you care. So I quit my job and my last day was May 5th, where afterwards I made a trip to LA on 64 Wendy's cups which rocked. I highly vote AirTran as one of my favorite airlines to fly with. Then I took some time and spent it with the family. Well on my return from LA, I hung out with a good friend who let me in on a little something going on in Boiling Springs, NC. It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.claytonking.com/crossroadspages/dischome/discipleshiphome.htm"&gt;Community Discipleship Home&lt;/a&gt;, I applied and a week later was accepted and offered a job to work at Crossroads Summer Camp. He is always faitful, even when I'm faithless. Patient even when i'm impatient. I hope that everyone has a rocking summer and do me just one favor. Put in your favortie music CD, roll down the windows and rock that baby out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-115058155306722307?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/115058155306722307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=115058155306722307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115058155306722307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/115058155306722307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-time-no-speak.html' title='Long Time, No Speak'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114677023894885872</id><published>2006-05-04T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:17:18.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trucker Thursday 3</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday and that means a big (Air Horn Honk) salute to the Big Rig that Rolls On. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I couldn't help but salute two types of trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Rig Salute goes to all of the Columbia Farms Chicken Trucks that i've had the pleasure of being behind, beside, and passing by during my tenyor of work in Greenville. What would I have done without the smell of chicken crap at 5:25am in the morning? Thanks Chicken Trucks. The smell was worth the taste of your delicious fingers and breasts at local eating establishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Big Rig Salute goes to all of the Moving Trucks that i've had the pleasure of passing on my stretch of I-85 between Greenville and Anderson and vise versa. I pick the Moving Truck for one reason alone, I'm moving on from the world of Radio. You've been great and you taught a lot about people, character, and myself. I'll pack these things up and carry them with me from here til to the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday everyone and feel free to salute your favorite Truck and give the international sign of love, the clinched fist and your right arm in the right angle position going up and down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114677023894885872?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114677023894885872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114677023894885872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114677023894885872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114677023894885872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/05/trucker-thursday-3.html' title='Trucker Thursday 3'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114666650231947986</id><published>2006-05-03T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:28:22.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitley Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today's quote comes from a nice gentleman from Washington, DC. His name is Mark Batterson. Really hit home with me this week, seeing that fact that I was worried and stressed that God doesn't care about my life, WRONG, He cares more than I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drum Roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God wants you to get, where God wants you to go;&lt;br /&gt;More than you want to get, where you want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a goodin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114666650231947986?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114666650231947986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114666650231947986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114666650231947986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114666650231947986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/05/whitley-wednesday.html' title='Whitley Wednesday'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114659512357195755</id><published>2006-05-02T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:38:43.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY Mix</title><content type='html'>The Mix is in, and I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Led Zeppelin - Communication Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;2. Salim Nourallah - 1978&lt;br /&gt;3. Death Cab for Cutie - The Sound of Settling&lt;br /&gt;4. Typhoon - Rolling Credits&lt;br /&gt;5. Audio Adrenaline - Starting Over&lt;br /&gt;6. AJ Croce - Don't Let Me Down&lt;br /&gt;7. Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten&lt;br /&gt;8. Jim Croce - Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels)&lt;br /&gt;9. Ellie Lawson - Gotta Get Up From Here &lt;br /&gt;10. Garth Brooks - Standing Outside The Fire&lt;br /&gt;11. Wilco - Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;12. The Temptations - I Wish It Would Rain&lt;br /&gt;13. Mountain Heart - Man In The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;14. Bell X1 - Next To You&lt;br /&gt;15. Jake Brennan and the Confidence Men - Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;16. Al Green - Tired of Being Alone&lt;br /&gt;17. Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong&lt;br /&gt;18. Oasis - The Importance Of Being Idle&lt;br /&gt;19. Hootie &amp; The Blowfish - Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;20. RJD2 - Ghostwriter &lt;br /&gt;21. Ween - I'll Miss You&lt;br /&gt;22. Bright Eyes - Road To Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme seems to have a departing, moving on and starting over tone with a end of resilience. Good reason for it really, Two weeks ago I quit my job and I have no job that i'm going to. I'm looking for a job and I pray that job will find me and that I will find it. Radio was a beautiful thing for seven years of my life, but now I jump into the unknown and maybe, just maybe, i'll get to encourage and serve people that would make a ripple in there life that would cause ripples in the lives of others. Have an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114659512357195755?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114659512357195755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114659512357195755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114659512357195755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114659512357195755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-mix.html' title='MAY Mix'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114659443229587531</id><published>2006-05-02T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:48:28.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Have A Keeper For A Date When...</title><content type='html'>I use to call into a morning show for an hour and do some skits, talk about the news and then started a contest, Win A Date With Brent, well needless to say that quickly ended, but not before we came up with a great list of signs you know you have a keeper for a date when...  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a mesh trucker's hat hanging from her rearview mirror with the playboy bunny icon on it. &lt;br /&gt;She flosses her teeth with ski rope.&lt;br /&gt;She uses her curlers to shape up her beard.&lt;br /&gt;Her greatest ambition is to marry a high school graduate from out of state. &lt;br /&gt;She's waiting for her third husband to get out of prison.&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting for her second husband to get on parole.&lt;br /&gt;She's wearing I love Truckers t-shirt on the first date.&lt;br /&gt;Her idea of dessert is licking the bottom of the cat dish.&lt;br /&gt;All she wants for Christmas is pink ice.&lt;br /&gt;She can't go on a date this weekend because she has the kids.&lt;br /&gt;She needs a toolbox to fix her hair. &lt;br /&gt;Her idea of fun is walking around the mall and standing in the food court. &lt;br /&gt;She asks can I spot her a twenty for gas money because she just bought a carton of Menthol. &lt;br /&gt;You swap chewing tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;Her truck goes further in the mud then yours before getting stuck.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to give me a needle point Kleenex box cover for a white elephant gift.&lt;br /&gt;The nicest appliance in her kitchen is her satellite dish. &lt;br /&gt;She has a nicer deer head hanging on the wall than you do. &lt;br /&gt;Her proudest moment was winning Miss Funnel Cake 1988. &lt;br /&gt;The first thing that she would change about her house if she was on the TLC show "While you were out," would be the shag carpet toilet bowl cover.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite hobby is chewing Skoal with her Pa Pa. &lt;br /&gt;She can brush her teeth without opening her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You go to pick her up at her house and she wants to introduce you to her uncle, her brother, and her ex-husband, but there is only one guy standing there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114659443229587531?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114659443229587531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114659443229587531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114659443229587531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114659443229587531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-you-have-keeper-for-date-when.html' title='You Know You Have A Keeper For A Date When...'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114616545713222588</id><published>2006-04-27T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:17:37.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trucker Thursday 2</title><content type='html'>A big shout out to the Yellow UPS 18 wheeler that I got behind this afternoon. Now the two trailers that he was pulling were normal, but the actual truck cab was not its normal brown color, but instead a bright yellow. Today we salute you mister UPS Truck Driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another shout out to the individual that used a horseshoe as a hood ornament. It was no Buick, not even a ford, nor was it a Mercedes. It my friends was a Jeep Cherokee  with a horseshoe on it as I said before a hood ornament. My hats off to you if you thought you looked cool. I personally was jealous, because of my ever growing redneck side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Goodin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114616545713222588?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114616545713222588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114616545713222588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114616545713222588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114616545713222588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/trucker-thursday-2.html' title='Trucker Thursday 2'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114607511620723646</id><published>2006-04-26T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:11:56.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitley Wednesday's</title><content type='html'>So this feature is in honor of the Quote Queen herself, Whitley. She love's her quotes, so I have decided to honor her and all three of you readers with Whitley Wednesday's. The best the quote world has to offer. To kick things off we quote the Katharine Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Without discipline, there's no life at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is great, simply because I learned this one not to long ago. I mean you've heard of the Enlightment Age, we of course live in the Entitlement Age. Katharine knew this it seems as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers - but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's always your fault, because if you wanted to change you're the one who has got to change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now (drum roll) the last quote for Whitley Wednesday's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114607511620723646?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114607511620723646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114607511620723646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114607511620723646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114607511620723646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/whitley-wednesdays.html' title='Whitley Wednesday&apos;s'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114606350380238698</id><published>2006-04-26T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:58:23.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School of Higher Learning</title><content type='html'>I just stumbled across this and I couldn't stop laughing. I did not write this, my Diddy (Joe Hall) did, but I don't think he'll mind if I take some or all of the credit, Ok I kid. Relax Its going to be raining soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, if you're miserable can I have your attention for just one moment?  Do you hate where you're at in life?  Does the idea of getting up and going to work at a dead end job make you ill?  Are you ready to start earning big money right now with no risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Lucious P. Elway, owner and founder of the Elway Home Education and Read Real Good System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was a kid I did not have time for school.  I spent the next five years feeling discouraged, going from job to job until I realized I was at a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then one day I discovered the secret that changed my life, and spent the next two weeks developing the Elway Read Real Good learning System.  Today I can read most anything, and so can you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For only three payments of $9 ... nine ... ninety ... carry the one ... for only nine dollars I will learn you to read good and also grammar.  After one week we guarantee you will be amazed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please don't delay.  Start learning to read good right now and be a smart new person just like me.  Call right now.  My momer-n-ems standing by, and there is no charge for calls after 9 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114606350380238698?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114606350380238698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114606350380238698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114606350380238698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114606350380238698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-of-higher-learning.html' title='School of Higher Learning'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114606311177649490</id><published>2006-04-26T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:51:51.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFETIME</title><content type='html'>Today was an honest reminder that life can end at any moment, and sometimes when you aren't expecting it. Over the weekend a close friend of mine in the broadcasting community lost his son in a tragic motorcycle accident. There are no words that I can say right now that come close to my feeling when I found out about it this morning. The most shocking thing about it, was his son wasn't to far from my age, he was a young twenty year old with compassion, servanthood, humor, and a life ahead of him. He had plans and much ambition to live a long and prosperous life, probably like most of us dream right now. Unfortunately, his life ended suddenly and tragically this past Friday night. I couldn't make it to the visitation Sunday night, but I was able to attend the graveside services today. As I made my drive to the cemetery, the very cemetery that my grandfather is buried in, It became real clear to me that we are the most blessed people living here in America. We have everything at our disposal, our convenience, and our choosing. I prayed that this family would not only know the spirit of God was on them, but that they could feel the spirit of God on them. I arrived at the graveside, to witness a beautiful memorial to the son who lost his life so young. During that memorial service, stories were told, tears were shed and the good news of a young man who had fallen in love with Jesus, and had accepted Him as his Lord was proclaimed. I was sad and joyful all in the same time. As I hugged the family and tried so desperately to be a presence of God to them, I couldn't help but think, how one day I too will pass on and turn back to dust. How will I live my life during these days and how will I live them to honor and glorify a God, I love so dearly? We don't have a lot of life to waste, but we have a little life to live well. The young man lived his life well, and impacted many who were in attendance today, but how am I living my life, how are you living your life? I thought as I sat to eat lunch this afternoon, I would love the preacher at my funeral to preach the good news of Christ and the redemption in Him, but I would love more if I myself lived in such a way, that my worship to Jesus, in more than just Sunday mornings singing songs, or just merely reading my bible, but in a way that my life's worship in all that I do would be such in a way that to all of those I came in contact with would be encountered by a living God who loves them, and wants them to spend eternity with Him. Who formed them long ago for something unique than the person sitting beside them and set them apart for something extraordinary through them who are so ordinary. Life is short, Life is hard, but Life begins when we die, not just physically, but spiritually die to ourselves and are made new in Christ Jesus, and resurrected in His death and resurrection. And the greatest thing about it is, it doesn't have to be the day before you die, it can be today. May we go to the foot of the cross today and bow before a God so awesome, so loving, so compassionate, so merciful, that it cannot be consumed in merely one sitting or one day. May we go to Him with all of our past, all of our present, and all of our future, and May we offer ourselves to be His friends and to love our neighbors as we love ourselves, and may that be a life well lived to honor and glorify Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114606311177649490?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114606311177649490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114606311177649490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114606311177649490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114606311177649490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifetime.html' title='LIFETIME'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114599673783263252</id><published>2006-04-25T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:28:08.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>I'm becoming more and more aware of the fact that, everyday I'm becoming more and more redneck. I always new that I was country, but now I'm turning towards the side of red. I use to always want to be clean and look my up most best, but now I'm ok with missing a day of bathing or heck wearing dirty clothes or hat with a pig on the back of it. It's either I'm becoming more unnerved by what people think of me or I'm down the path of neckville. In fact I recently wanted to cut the top off my car with a chain saw and make it into a convertible, or today get this, I wanted fuzzy dice. Also, I'm thinking that if I ever by a bass boat and fill that ranger up with water to make it a swimming pool, I better be drinking a PBR or at least a root beer, maybe a diet coke, and wearing cut off blue jeans and wife beater t-shirt. Next thing I know I'll utter the words, "I feel safe in my trailer." If I utter these words please check me into a nutty house or heck take me to a rodeo. I'll have more bizarre redneck experiences soon, I'll just have to get up the courage to release such vital information of my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114599673783263252?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114599673783263252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114599673783263252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114599673783263252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114599673783263252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114561665034195142</id><published>2006-04-21T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:41:33.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday School</title><content type='html'>I recently spoke at my grandmother’s Sunday school class after she came down with the flu and pretty much laid in bed the entire time that she was sick.  Needless to say, she wasn't up to teaching, so she asked me if I would. How many people remember Sunday school? Maybe you didn't grow up in church, but I did.  I remember it being fun in some aspects; I used to tell the teacher an alternate name when she would ask me what my name was. Mostly, it was long and boring though. The teachers would give me those wretched books with really cheesy pictures of Bible characters that were “supposed” to help you learn about God.   Know wonder I would aggravate the teacher when I would enter the classroom.  When I used to go to church with my grandmother, she would hand me a torn, weathered dollar bill to put into the manila envelope the treasurer of her class would pass around each week to teach us to tithe, but I also think it was so they could buy those blasted books. Side note: I really think those books have some good material and do help a lot of people, I just really don't like academics and the thought of workbooks frightened me, key word WORK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So, when she asked me to speak for her class I knew that I was going to have to speak out of one of those rancid books, the books I dread the most. I would rather read Leviticus (which is funny just reading) than to teach out of that book. But, after hearing my grandmother in her weakened tone ask if I would teach for her, I couldn't help but to think of all those times she made me cinnamon butter toast, so I agreed. I took the book home and looked over the lesson. It finally came time to teach the class and I was nervous! I was about to enter a classroom that held the honor of hosting a group of thirty-nine year old ladies that had turned thirty-nine several, several years ago (I say that just in case they read this). These ladies had experience, knowledge, maturity, and blue hair. I felt as though I couldn't possibly teach them anymore about God, Jesus to these well honored ladies. I mean they had the class named after one of the sweet souls that used to grace the teaching duties until she went on to the great Bingo game in the sky. Also, I didn't know what to wear. I hadn't been to this church in quite sometime and I didn't know if your Sunday best was still in mandate. So, I opted for the nice, but casual approach; sports coat and polo shirt with dress pants and the nicest shoes I owned. I figured if they were going to stone me I was at least going to look good while they did it. I arrived way early because I figured if I was going to play the role of my grandmother, Joan, I better go all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As the sweet ladies slowly entered the room they talked at loud levels of volume and expressed time and time again that I was Joan's grandson and her son, Doug's boy. Now when you speak to older ladies and you are a man, you must remember one thing. Ask for permission before you act.  For example, if I wanted to remove my sports coat, since I'm the hottest natured person and the thermostat was set for Hades in the classroom, I would need to ask before doing so.  In the same respect, I asked before beginning the Sunday school lesson, "God moves hearts to action." The lesson scripture was out of Ezra, which I previously knew nothing about.   I'm just being honest. I mean the last time I heard Ezra was when they played that song "Good" by Better than Ezra on the radio four years ago. So, I opted to do the unthinkable and see what happened. I strayed from the lesson book. Gasp if you need to right now. I chose, on the other hand, to speak about another time that God moved someone's heart for action, Elijah on Mount Carmel in 1 Kings 18. You talk about tent revival.  This was one that would go down in the Bible, not just the record books. So, Elijah is the only prophet of the LORD left, and God commands him to go to the prophet of Baal's, basically a prayer meeting for prophets of false gods and idols.  Obviously there was a little dispute about who’s god was real, so the 450 prophets of Baal got a bull and prepared it for sacrifice by cutting it into pieces and putting it on wood.  Elijah did the same to his, but neither lit them on fire. The deal was that the prophets of Baal would call on the name of their god for fire to fall from heaven and Elijah would call on the LORD. The god that was to answer by fire - he was God. It says in verse 26, “The prophets of Baal prayed and shouted, ‘O Baal, answer us!’ But there was no response; no one answered”. Elijah, which you have to love this, began to taunt the prophets of Baal saying that maybe their god was busy, or quite possibly on the toilet. Can you imagine taunting someone about their god going to the bathroom; el baños? I love it. Finally, Elijah told the prophets to come to him. “He took twelve stones, one for each tribe descended from Jacob, to whom the word of the LORD had come to, saying, ‘Your name shall be Israel.’  With the stones he built the alter in the name of the LORD” (18:31-32).  Elijah then asked the prophets of Baal to fill jars of water and pour it over the alter not once, but three times, and they did so. Then “Elijah stepped forward and prayed: ‘O LORD, God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant and have done all these things at your command. Answer me, O LORD, answer me, so these people will know that you, O Lord, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again" (18: 36b-37). Then, the fire of the LORD fell and burned up the bull, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench. “When all the people saw this, they fell prostrate and cried, "The LORD - he is God! The LORD - he is God" (18:30)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I was done telling Elijah’s story, I could feel and sense the presence of God in that room, moving in those older, mature, and wiser ladies, and even in myself. Elijah obeyed, made himself a servant of God, and it was amazing what happened as a result.  The LORD can work through you to bring glory to Himself in the most unlikely of situations. With the ladies staring at me in front of the marker board, I said, "May we begin to be obedient when we hear His voice in our prayers and may we live a life that would bring glory and honor to God." They looked moved and seemed filled with the Spirit and truth and I began to pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You see I noticed a couple of things that morning in that Sunday school experience that I had never noticed before. One, no matter how old or young, you genuinely want truth and love. And second, we all want to feel like we are making a difference; that we have left some sort of impression on another individual’s heart.  After all was said and done with the lesson, one lady complimented another on her teaching skills demonstrated within the class.  The first lady responded softly, but questioned herself saying, "I sometimes wonder if I'm really doing anything." How many times do you ask yourself a similar question?  I know that I do. I was encouraged by the lady’s honesty and her humbleness. I know that as human beings, we are meant for something meaningful and purposeful, just like Elijah. First, we should start by asking ourselves if we are really listening to the voice of God or listening to ourselves.  We must be obedient to Him and get under His authority so that we can get over what God has placed under us. By getting under His authority we will always receive God’s blessings, protection, and an authority to accomplish great things in the name of El Shaddai (God Almighty). You may cause God’s Holy fire to penetrate hardened hearts through the power of prayer, or completely change the face of history by an awesome God movement. Regardless, it shall be known The LORD - he is God! The LORD - he is God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114561665034195142?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114561665034195142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114561665034195142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114561665034195142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114561665034195142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-school_21.html' title='Sunday School'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114556811614201967</id><published>2006-04-20T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:28:11.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUCKER THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>I'm no ACE (Important CB’er) and i'm certainly not an APPLE (A CB &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addict), but I really come close to an ALLIGATOR STATION (All mouth and no ears. A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person who likes to talk just to hear himself). I have a fasination with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 wheelers and did you see that Alligator (Tread from the tire of an 18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeler on the road) around mile marker 35 on I-85, if you didn't you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have. I wanted to bring my brother along, he's an ANKLE BITER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Small child or annoying teenager), but I love Him. So I used to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a APPLIANCE OPERATOR (Non technical person who knows how to turn the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rig on, and that’s about all), and if you want to know who, I won't say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't ask. I do want to tell you though that a couple of months ago I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into some trouble with a BABY BEAR (Cop in training, or rookie) He &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to throw his weight around, but heck he had no weight, he probably &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only weighed a hundred and ten pounds and thats soaking wet. The reason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this post though is to salute all of the BIG R's (Trucks running for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadway Freight). If it wasn't for these fine fellers we wouldn't receive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of all goods we do. I hope that I was COMING IN LOUD'N PROUD (Loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clear signal) for all who care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE GOOD NUMBERS (Best wishes.)&lt;br /&gt;Brent &lt;br /&gt;CLEAR (Final transmission "This is 505 and I’m clear")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114556811614201967?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114556811614201967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114556811614201967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114556811614201967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114556811614201967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/trucker-thursday.html' title='TRUCKER THURSDAY'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114556605744815546</id><published>2006-04-20T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:49:11.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Culture Question?</title><content type='html'>Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted... one moment&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Who would of thought that Eminem would challenge me in a way unimaginable, and it could challenge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Goodin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Coming Soon, TRUCKER THURSDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114556605744815546?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114556605744815546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114556605744815546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114556605744815546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114556605744815546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/pop-culture-question.html' title='Pop Culture Question?'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114556036527633878</id><published>2006-04-20T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:12:45.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love!</title><content type='html'>Is it me but are people becoming bad drivers or worse drivers? I mean I have my times that are a little questionable, like a rolling stop here and there, the ever present ten miles per hour over the speed limit, and sometimes the forgetful turn signal, usually though without anyone behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though hit a new low and really had me in shock for several minutes. I was driving home from a meeting at Church and I was at an intersection that isn't the best place in the world but not a place that I thought would nearly cause me to go into post traumatic shock. I pulled up to the stop sign and the stop sign somewhat lies in a parking lot of a couple of corner business, therefore leaving the road exposed to the parking lot, no curb or ditch. I hope I painted that well. Needless to say an older lady who looked to be smoking a cigarette or sucking on a lollipop, anyway I'm waiting for traffic to come around a dangerous curve and it seems that it will never end and suddenly I look to my right and this lady pulls up to the side of me. She used the parking of this business as a road, and thought I guess that I had my invisible button on and could not see my beautiful "White Lighting". I wanted to honk my horn, but I figured I would just wait and see what this woman attempted. Dang if she didn't pull out and I pull right behind her and would you know she decided today was drive twenty miles per hour day because that's what that old lady did, she drove twenty miles per hour from that stop sign to the red light about a mile and half up the road. Now there comes a point in your life that you want to quickly pull ahead of her, slam on your brakes, causing her to slam into you, then you proceed to get out of your car and say I didn't see a darn thing, and just possibly if your not careful with your emotions by this point you could slap what appears to be a wig off of her head, leaving her with nothing more than a sucker to enjoy for the remainder of her day. Of course that is just hypothetical and I would never do a such a thing, because I have turned my back on Filth, Vileness and Corruption, but being honest with you today, I thought about it. I'm human to you know. So next time you find yourself in a situation that just seems unbelievable think about those who just dreamed they could live a life of unbelievable, because don't we just waste our life or let it pass us by so many of the times during our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114556036527633878?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114556036527633878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114556036527633878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114556036527633878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114556036527633878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-love.html' title='For The Love!'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114539130627995350</id><published>2006-04-18T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:00:52.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Fits</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been grocery shopping? From the sounds of the shouts at the computer monitor, I'll take that as a yes. Today was a trip to the grocery store. Now I'll be honest with you there are times in my life that I'd rather be on a stage jumping around like a dancing chicken at the county fair with a hot iron under my feet, and today was that day. I like food, in fact I love food. I use to not eat that much, because I didn't want to spend my money on things that wasn't going to last, but now that I've started the Bronzed and Buffed exercise program, I have to eat and eventually tan, but right now will worry about eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days in G-Langeles, and those days become long and boring, so today I thought I would change that. I decided that I would eat and that I would start that process by going to the Grocery Store. Even getting into my car, I frowned at the thought that I would have to soon get out of my car, and by soon I mean soon. I work less than a block from a grocery store. I just don't like the grocery store and that probably explains the reason number 35 exist on my list of features and characteristics I'm looking for in a woman. Number 35 says, &lt;em&gt;"I hope that she likes to go grocery shopping, because I hate it"&lt;/em&gt;. Brother, I hear that Amen. I finally arrive at the store, not even enough to time to finish singing the chorus to "Since You've Been Gone" I was a little hurt, hadn't heard that song in a while. I walk in and I'm a little intimidated, by the shear massiveness of it all. Isles and isles of food. WOW! I grab the Burgundy basket where the name fits, to begin my shopping experience. Now I have a philosophy on purchasing certain foods, at least for my purpose. I don't need anything that has to be grilled, shucked, baked, or marinated. I need quick, fast, and cheap. I grabbed some gatorade, bread, ham and turkey meat, and some tuna. Now before you go turning your nose up to my tuna, this isn't just any tuna, this is the chicken of the sea. CHICKEN FOLKS! (Bad Jessica Simpson reference.) I was about done with this excursion and then the dilemma ensues. I wanted Peanut Butter because I need protein for my Bronzed and Buff program. I'm looking at the Peanut Butter selections, and confusion strikes. Do I want crunchy or Creamy? Do I want JIF, Peter Pan or off brand? I'm still torn on those decisions even after my purchase. What Would You Do? I need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the register to check out and then my next dilemma. Now if I was paid less than minimum wage I don't think I would take my job very seriously, but that doesn't mean you have to talk at such a level that I need a miracle ear on top of my good hearing just to hear you ask if I had a "Name Fits Card". Since when did you need a card at every place you go shopping at? How can toilet paper be cheaper with or without a card. Why do I need a card in order to get a deal, why can't you just like the customer enough to heck, give um' a good deal. Something different than the competition. I'm convinced that pretty soon everybody is going to have a card. You go to get your oil changed, they ask do you have your "Dip Stick Card"? You go to get a plunger from the chain hardware store and they ask do you have the "Hook Card"? Pretty soon I'm sure there going to ask if you have a "Death Card" in order to get a great deal on your casket. Moral of all of this I don't think the name fits and if it does, it doesn't fit with my name anywhere near it, especially with a Burgundy basket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114539130627995350?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114539130627995350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114539130627995350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114539130627995350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114539130627995350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/name-fits.html' title='The Name Fits'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26412539.post-114538617112477122</id><published>2006-04-18T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:02:51.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Pirantas?</title><content type='html'>What exactly is a Stomach Piranta? Where exactly does a Stomach Piranta come from?Upon research of the word Piranta, you find that it doesn't even exist and there is a good explanation as to why it doesn't exist, simply because I didn't know how to say the word Pirana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're like me and probably still unsure as to what a Pirana is, I'll do you a favor and look it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirana - Any of several tropical American freshwater fishes of the genus Serrasalmus that are voraciously carnivorous and often attack and destroy living animals. Also called caribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have the education of what a Pirana is and what it does to living animals you will understand more as to why I called a vicous attack of my insides, Stomach Pirantas. This past Friday was a glorious day with sun, wind, and beautiful blue skies. It was one of those days that you just wanted to quit your job (heck that could be everyday for some, why do you think this blog exist) and sit out on the back porch with a cup of sweet tea and not have a care in the world to stop and worry over. With a day like that it calls for a night to match. Some friends and I took the trip to downtown Greenville, which for this story will refer to it as G-Jungle. All of us made it to downtown G-Jungle enjoying a hearty, filling, and tasteful meal at an unnamed establishment just so your not afraid to eat there after this story. I had an awesome Greek Salad which I had experienced to many times to count and the others in the group had a pleasurable meal as well. After dinner and many stories about girls I liked in Middle School we decided to take a stroll to a local coffee shop. Now upon this journey to this local coffee shop in G-Jungle we crossed the Reedy River of downtown G-Jungle. At that moment, and I'm not making this up, I began to feel as if something was taking me over. It's like when your driving down the road and you hear a popping noise, such as a tire blowing out on you, well I don't know if you've ever had that happen to you, but I have. It's not a great feeling, because it's as if the tire and the car get taken over by the enormous amount of asphalt that makes up the interstate and you become as helpless as a male praying mantis during mating season. So we cross the bridge and I feel as now my stomach has been taken over by Mary Lou Retton on an Olympic Gold Medalist Reunion tour. There are all kind of cartwheels, kicks and frontward jumps going on inside that stomach of yours, with artillery, such as fetta cheese, green lettuce, onions, and other forms of goodness from the ground, what I'm saying is 'All Natur-ale foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's then that you begin to panic, such as you do, like you did when you were in Middle School and you found out that for lunch, Gertrude is serving beans, which is great, the only problem is you have gym next block. My friends and I are laughing and cutting up as if nothing is wrong, all the while I'm hoping to find safety but, unfortunately safety lies only in the form of a Public Restroom. The dreaded Public Restroom. What is it about a Public Restroom that suddenly all your thoughts of I don't care what the world thinks of me suddenly changes into, Oh Gosh what will they think of me. First of all have you seen some of these facilities, I wouldn't even let my dog go into these places (if I had a dog). Second, Public Restroom also stands for PR, which some of these places need to work on by using some Public Relations to better there facilities. I quickly spot a respectable location that would be closer and less likely room for error. I was shot down. We move forward all the while I'm hoping that Mary Lou Retton would finish her routine that she started an hour ago, when it really has been five minutes ago. We finally get to the local coffee shop, when then I spot three people I know. My word not only am I being attacked by a short twenty four year old performing hand springs in my stomach, but now I've gotten the call to rush by people I know and respect, trying to make nice and dash to the Public Restroom to unleash wrath and gold medalist alike from within my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it past without any problems and get to my least desired destination. I make the room as sanitary as a person with lye, bleach, and a pressure washer can and I take care of the problem at hand. Then what seems like a never-ending story another two or three problems come to my attention. The first two were minor problems one of the first two problems wore a white t-shirt and the second of the first two problems wore Hawaiian shirt, great visitors to make life even more interesting for the reunion tour I was finally trying to put away forever. The two problems exited the Public Restroom and the third problem was noticed upon the flushing of what I will call, The Medal Ceremony. I would like to take this moment to publicly let the Public Restroom Committee know, if there is one. You may want to check the pressure of that flush in stall number one in the underground bunker of a popular coffee hangout in G-Jungle, I mean one flush standard, second flush courtesy, but the third flush is just foul. I exit the room, only after I wash my hands and pray that Mary and her gang are gone. I enter the main room of the popular hangout to sit with my friends with a look on my face of pure exhaustion. I explained in brief that I was attacked by Stomach Pirantas. Stomach Piranas would be fish, but Stomach Pirantas is nothing more the foul little gang of gymnast that landed in my stomach. At that moment laughter erupted and it was at that moment that I realized Mary Lou Retton had returned in a new form of what will be known as "Laughing Celebration".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *&lt;em&gt;QUICK UPDATE&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;             A health specialist just informed of this shocking fact. The stomach situation you experienced is a result to being allergic to the artificial preservatives on the lettuce of the salad you had. It actually makes your stomach "Cramp -so to speak- and instead of the usual 24 hr. period it takes for food to flush through your colon it now takes 15-20 minutes, tops. Unfortunately you never know when and where, and what salads will have that preservative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I think that there is a life lesson in that fact somewhere. I'm going to risk it and i'm not going to stop eating lettuce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26412539-114538617112477122?l=fiveporches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/feeds/114538617112477122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26412539&amp;postID=114538617112477122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114538617112477122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26412539/posts/default/114538617112477122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveporches.blogspot.com/2006/04/stomach-pirantas.html' title='Stomach Pirantas?'/><author><name>Brent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
