<?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-5983554</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:48:45.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><subtitle type='html'>Just what it says</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-112589528558225088</id><published>2005-09-04T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:41:25.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it took a natural disaster to get me back.  The reason is, I am sick and tired of the finger pointing.  But before I let it go, I have a few things to say.First, thank God for the good people in Texas, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Arizona, Colorado and other states who have opened their doors to the refugees from Katrina.  We heard at church this morning here in Denver that the first plane load of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/112589528558225088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=112589528558225088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/112589528558225088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/112589528558225088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-it-took-natural-disaster-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-110274081022073775</id><published>2004-12-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T21:53:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael Moore wrote a book entitled “Dude, Where’s My Country?”  I haven’t read any of his trash, but I think the title is pretty interesting.  Dude, where is my country?  I remember when Howard Dean, prior to his meltdown scream, vowed to take our country back.  And now I ask, Dude where is my country?I was listening to the Savage Nation, a conservative talk radio program.  The lead story came</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/110274081022073775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=110274081022073775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/110274081022073775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/110274081022073775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/12/michael-moore-wrote-book-entitled-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-110204904178797519</id><published>2004-12-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:44:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I told the kids not to make any plans for Friday night.  Why?  they asked.  Because we are going to do something together as a family.  What? they asked, piqued by the intrigue of the unknown "something".  You will have to wait and see.  Awwww!!!  Tell us, please.  No you will have to wait.I discovered some time ago why we don't tell our kiddos about any special plans.  There are two reasons, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/110204904178797519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=110204904178797519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/110204904178797519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/110204904178797519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-told-kids-not-to-make-any-plans-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109884947409260176</id><published>2004-10-26T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:57:54.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's game 3 of the World Series with the Bosox leading the seemingly hapless St Louis Cardinals 2 games to none and 4-0 in the 8th inning.  C'mon Cards.  Keep the Curse alive!!I think I said sometime ago that I would not get political in my blogs any more.  However, the events of the past several weeks have caused me to rethink my statement. First, enter Dan Rather with "documents" proving GW</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109884947409260176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109884947409260176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109884947409260176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109884947409260176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-game-3-of-world-series-with-bosox.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109763330383038719</id><published>2004-10-12T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:08:23.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am changing my vote for the upcoming presidential election.  I decided today to vote for John Kerry.  The reason for my change is quite simple.  John Kerry is Jesus Christ!There is no other way to explain it.  John Kerry is the messiah incarnate.  I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier.  And here is the really good news.  We won’t need to rely on embryonic stem cell research because John </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109763330383038719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109763330383038719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109763330383038719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109763330383038719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-changing-my-vote-for-upcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109703298162245206</id><published>2004-10-05T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:23:01.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have another hero.  I don’t have a new hero, because my dad will always be my hero.  But I have added another name to the list.  It is Kathy, my beloved wife.  Her promotion to “hero-hood”, not only comes from the fact that she is a marvelous mother to our two kids, the fact that she has put up with me for the last 16+ years (enough said on that account).  Her “hero-ness” comes from something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109703298162245206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109703298162245206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109703298162245206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109703298162245206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-another-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109686057438327454</id><published>2004-10-03T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:29:34.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I returned from the AmiA’s annual Fall Retreat today.  Just a bunch of guys, real guys, real Jesus lovin’ guys hanging around together burpin’ and fartin’ and no wives to tell us how gross we are! As part of the weekend, we were instructed on Saturday to take some quiet time.  We had about 4 hours to kill and part of that was to be spent in the presence of God.  Just the Creator of the Universe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109686057438327454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109686057438327454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109686057438327454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109686057438327454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-returned-from-amias-annual-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109591356594241555</id><published>2004-09-22T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:26:05.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight's missive is short and sweet.  As a preface, I know you can look elsewhere throughout scripture and find similar verses that go "the other way".  But I like this one.  Here we go.Is God political?Ecc 10:2The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but the heart of the fool to the left.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109591356594241555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109591356594241555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109591356594241555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109591356594241555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/09/tonights-missive-is-short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109479134504607862</id><published>2004-09-09T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:42:25.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we buried the young man who was killed by the drunk lawyer today.  Actually, he was cremated.  It was the first funeral/memorial service with full military honors I have been to.  Yep, 23 years on active duty and never saw a full military honors funeral service.  It was fitting, to say the least.  And fitting as well, every seat at the funeral home was filled and others stood in the side </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109479134504607862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109479134504607862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109479134504607862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109479134504607862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-we-buried-young-man-who-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109469228290857462</id><published>2004-09-08T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:11:22.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am mad and disgusted today.  I found out that someone I used to work with when I was on active duty is dead.  Now, if you are like me, your first thought was that he was killed in Iraq or Afghanistan.  Nope.  Wrong on both accounts.Yes, Kris did go to Iraq and served, from all accounts I have heard, honorably.  He had recently returned from his deployment. I don’t know when he got back.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109469228290857462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109469228290857462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109469228290857462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109469228290857462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-mad-and-disgusted-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109421766056471407</id><published>2004-09-03T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:21:00.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been working pretty hard over the last couple of weeks.  I am beginning to question whether it was a good idea to apply for this position.  If the past two days are any indication, I don’t think it is.  But we will see what happens.Last night, neither Kathy nor I felt like cooking.  I’m not sure if either of us ever REALLY feel like cooking.  So we decided to go out.  Nothing fancy.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109421766056471407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109421766056471407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109421766056471407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109421766056471407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-been-working-pretty-hard-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109409768760649784</id><published>2004-09-01T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:01:27.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the story of the guy who invited a friend over for dinner one night?  When the two arrived at the home of the first, he walked over to a tree in his front yard and made like he was putting something on the tree.  His friend asked what he was doing and the man told him that this was his Trouble Tree.  No matter how bad things were at work, he came home and hung his troubles on the Trouble</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109409768760649784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109409768760649784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109409768760649784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109409768760649784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/09/remember-story-of-guy-who-invited.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109384033263603089</id><published>2004-08-29T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:32:12.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come to a clinic where the doctor knows your name.  Heard that on 850 KOA commercial by Tom Martino for Dr. Heuer’s Laser Eye Clinic.There is a commercial for Laser Eye Clinic.  The announcer is encouraging us to come to a clinic where “the doctor knows your name”.  I found that kinda spiritual.  Go figure.  Scripture tells us that our names, those who believe in God and the One He raised from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109384033263603089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109384033263603089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109384033263603089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109384033263603089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/08/come-to-clinic-where-doctor-knows-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109231496809074688</id><published>2004-08-12T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T06:49:28.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked a really stupid question of my brother yesterday morning.  We have a pretty serious family situation going on now that requires assistance from all of the family members.  My brother received a phone call late Monday night from one of our cousins.  Jim, my brother detailed what he knew of the situation in an email to the rest of us.  The second line of his email asked for prayers around.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109231496809074688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109231496809074688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109231496809074688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109231496809074688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-asked-really-stupid-question-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-109093273008360504</id><published>2004-07-27T06:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T06:52:10.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If – this one little word can cause an awful lot of trouble.  Kids ask if they can go outside and play.  Parents may respond with “If you clean your room” or “If you do the dishes” or “If you sweep the floor”.  If so, then watch out!  The sparks will most likely start flying about that time.  God gives us an “if” and it is a very big “if”.  If, God says, you do not turn away from the gospel, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/109093273008360504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=109093273008360504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109093273008360504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/109093273008360504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/07/if-this-one-little-word-can-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-108831952272075162</id><published>2004-06-27T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T00:58:42.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not sure why I am doing this.  It is almost 1 AM and I am still up.  WOO, WOO!!!  Party animal that I am!  The wife and kids are away on an over-nighter... Break out the iron, I'm doin' some chores!  Seriously!  Saturday night, all by myself (sniff) and I do some cleaning.  I have officially become domesticated.  Well, actually I didn't TECHNICALLY do any cleaning.  Only ironing.  But I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/108831952272075162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=108831952272075162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108831952272075162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108831952272075162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-not-sure-why-i-am-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-108683178785455869</id><published>2004-06-09T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:29:20.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It never ceases to amaze me how hateful, spiteful, evil, cruel, heartless, self-absorbed some people can be.This week, we are mourning and celebrating the life and legacy of President Ronald Reagan.  Arguably, President Reagan was the best president of the last century.  President Reagan had a vision of a "shining city on a hill", referring to Washington DC.  This city was meant to act as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/108683178785455869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=108683178785455869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108683178785455869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108683178785455869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-never-ceases-to-amaze-me-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-108657939364149775</id><published>2004-06-06T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T21:36:33.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Bless you, Ronald Reagan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/108657939364149775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=108657939364149775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108657939364149775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108657939364149775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/06/god-bless-you-ronald-reagan.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-108641021027523916</id><published>2004-06-04T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T22:36:50.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the economy, stupid!  It's Iraq, stupid.  It's global warming, stupid!  It's stupid, stupid.I have to vent.  I am tired of the Other Party clutching a straws in order to find something wrong with this nation.  I would like one person to answer a simple question for me.  Who has this country?That's all.  Who has this country?  Why won't the Other Party tell us who has this country that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/108641021027523916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=108641021027523916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108641021027523916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108641021027523916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-economy-stupid-its-iraq-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-108635516507786721</id><published>2004-06-04T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T07:19:25.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I wrote last night, but for some reason the blog published twice.  I deleted one copy, but both copies went the way of the dodo.  Thus be it into cyberspace.I was reading in Ezra about Cyrus letting the Israelites go to build the temple.  After they arrived in Jerusalem, the Israelites built an altar so that they could give thanks to God, offering their sacrifices as was laid down in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/108635516507786721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=108635516507786721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108635516507786721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108635516507786721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-i-wrote-last-night-but-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-108518061352053140</id><published>2004-05-21T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:10:58.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW.  This is what I get for not doing anything on this blog for 5 months.  Neat changes to the website.  Hopefully I will be able to navigate this site easier than before.Well, over the last few months,.....this just in.  I am watching Fox News adn there is an item about ACE, the Association of Club Executives, which own, among other things strip clubs, is sending out a letter to member club</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/108518061352053140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=108518061352053140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108518061352053140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/108518061352053140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107422612513019538</id><published>2004-01-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:23:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every so often, like to take myself away from my desk, just me and my Bible.  I like to read the Word.  Not really because it is the Work (yes, work) of God, but because it just makes sense.  I mean, when was the last time you read something that was written thousands of years ago that made as much sense today as it did then?  Did you know that the Bible is the only book of its age whose Author </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107422612513019538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107422612513019538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107422612513019538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107422612513019538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/01/every-so-often-like-to-take-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107362752437752677</id><published>2004-01-08T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:52:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M-M-Memories, like the corners of my mind.  Misty water colored memories...I don't make it a point to quote a left-wing psycho from the Liberal Left Coast, but it is a good song and I even liked the movie.  I digress.Well, today, 6 Jan 04, the first of several retirements took place.  Well, actually Dec 19 2003 was the real beginning.  But anyway.... I’m doing it again.I had the distinct </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107362752437752677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107362752437752677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107362752437752677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107362752437752677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/01/m-m-memories-like-corners-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107330868306202006</id><published>2004-01-05T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T06:18:22.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FLASH from SOM (sanctity of marriage) front:  Brittany Spears reportedly married her childhood friend on a DARE in Las Vegas over the weekend.  Apparently, the "girl next door" Spears was a little, shall we say, tipsy when all this took place.  They, Spears and the unfortunate man who was suckered into the arrangement, are seeking an annulment.  However, the courts don't necessarily have to grant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107330868306202006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107330868306202006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107330868306202006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107330868306202006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/01/flash-from-som-sanctity-of-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107328026260207594</id><published>2004-01-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T22:24:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my fellow bloggers, tonight's missive is brought to you by "REALITY" TV.  Bear with me, as I am writing this while watching the Sugar Bowl, and taking time to read to the kids.  (How do I do it?)  It is great fun, to say the least.  I forgot to mention doing laundry and ironing.  Really, just ask Kathy.  I digress, again.Reality TV has dived into greater depths of the quagmire.  Todd TV!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107328026260207594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107328026260207594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107328026260207594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107328026260207594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-my-fellow-bloggers-tonights.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107302598901571166</id><published>2004-01-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T23:46:47.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year.  My intent was to write over New Years, starting a couple of minutes before midnight and writing through.  Didn't work.  I have been bearing alot of anger in my heart over my departure from St Martin's.  This anger was not readily available, but rather took several days to manifest itself in me.  At my final vestry meeting, there were three other people, not vestry members </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107302598901571166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107302598901571166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107302598901571166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107302598901571166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107120020487764773</id><published>2003-12-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:36:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following article was written with the author’s tongue firmly planted in cheek (careful!) and is to be read in the same manner.I am no longer celebrating Christmas.  It offends too many people in our nation.  I would no more want to offend anyone than I would want to go on a two-week cruise to the Caribbean, which others may find offensive so maybe cruises should be outlawed.  I digress.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107120020487764773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107120020487764773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107120020487764773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107120020487764773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/12/following-article-was-written-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107103244348653721</id><published>2003-12-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:00:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, are you ready for a laugh?   I mean, this is really funny.  I have never heard of anything that made me howl with laughter!  No, wait.  I didn't howl with laughter; I think I screamed with disgust.It turns out that the library in Meriden, Conn has refused a local artist, Mary Morley, to display some of her paintings depicting Jesus because they thought some of the paintings may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107103244348653721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107103244348653721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107103244348653721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107103244348653721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/12/okay-are-you-ready-for-laugh-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107033903320601832</id><published>2003-12-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:26:54.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really appreciate research.  Without research, we would not have the medications we use to combat many debilitating diseases.  A scant 10 years ago, the death rate among many forms of cancer was astronomical.  Now, thanks to research, the toll is significantly reduced.  I write this without the aide of my own research.  I did not look up any numbers.  I am going off my own memory.  I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/107033903320601832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=107033903320601832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107033903320601832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107033903320601832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-really-appreciate-research.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-107006423449672621</id><published>2003-11-28T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:25:51.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Blog is brought to you by the letter "F" as in FRAUD and "L" as in LIAR. Yesterday, Thanksgiving Day, this country was awakened by a wonderful surprise. OUR president made a dangerous trip to Baghdad, Iraq to spend a couple of hours with the troops deployed over there, not only defending US and world-wide interests (read OIL) but also to help the citizens of a former dictator get used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107006423449672621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/107006423449672621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/11/todays-blog-is-brought-to-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-106879032059944723</id><published>2003-11-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:12:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have an excuse for everything.  It may take me awhile to think of one, but I will eventually come up with an excuse to do or not do something.  Last night, Richard had his weekly piano lesson.  As we entered St Martin's, I noticed a young man with Georgia.  She said that he had no place to go and had given him $5 to help out.  Did I have any extra change or did I know where a shelter was?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/106879032059944723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=106879032059944723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106879032059944723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106879032059944723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-i-have-excuse-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-106801418052885237</id><published>2003-11-04T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:36:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, what's done is done.  Today I became an ex-Episcopalian.   That sounds funny.  But for the past few years I have rarely, if ever, described myself as being an Episcopalian.  I have said that I am a Christian who worships at an Episocpal church.  Not anymore.I went on the web to search for other local churches which might meet our spiritual needs.  Funny, but I found a Methodist website </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/106801418052885237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=106801418052885237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106801418052885237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106801418052885237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-whats-done-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-106783808236720507</id><published>2003-11-02T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:41:24.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why did I cry today?  That's a dumb question, but it needs to be asked and, therefore, deserves an answer.  Why did I cry?  I read the daily devotion I downloaded for this evening.  It talks about David's eyes being we because of the "prevailing unholiness" of Israel.  The verse is Ps 119:53 “Horror hath taken hold upon me because of the wicked that forsake thy law".  But is that the reason I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/106783808236720507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=106783808236720507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106783808236720507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106783808236720507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/11/why-did-i-cry-today-thats-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-106749385998144195</id><published>2003-10-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:04:16.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I took Richard to his piano lesson at church.  I forgot that the "town meetings" are being held on Wed nights and choir had been moved to Thursdays.  Anyway, Mother Marilyn was there.  I sent Richard off to practice a little so I could speak with Marilyn.  She intimated that she spoke with Marty regarding our imminent departure.  She is upset, justifiably so, to loose members of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/106749385998144195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=106749385998144195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106749385998144195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106749385998144195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/10/tonight-i-took-richard-to-his-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-106704757523251128</id><published>2003-10-24T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T20:06:15.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we are continuing to walk on tenderhooks in this country.  At one time I supported the "Zero Tolerance" rules that were imposed in schools.  I recall a story about an elementary school girl who accidentally took her mothers lunchbox to school.  The girl and her mother had the same boxes.  It turned out that the mother's lunchbox had a paring knife in it.  The little girl decided to take the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/106704757523251128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=106704757523251128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106704757523251128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106704757523251128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-we-are-continuing-to-walk-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983554.post-106696720641480661</id><published>2003-10-23T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T05:46:19.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am...blogging.  Sounds intriguing, so here we go.  In reading the Gospel of Mark, I thought it interesting that the first act of healing Jesus did was a spiritual one.  We are tormented daily with our own demons.  We cry out to God to leave us alone.  We feel we are beyond His divine care.  Sometimes this may be out of pride (I can handle this on my own).  Sometimes this may be out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/feeds/106696720641480661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983554&amp;postID=106696720641480661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106696720641480661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983554/posts/default/106696720641480661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefanus.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747761338095793593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
