<?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-3846245570835351502</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:52:51.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels of a Paintin' Fool</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is an account of the ideas, revelations, and experiences I have while living out the adventure of following Jesus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846245570835351502.post-6305477276575746785</id><published>2010-09-09T22:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:08:38.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle</title><content type='html'>I ran across a cool website the other day. It takes groups of words (according to the number of usages) and makes sweet designs . This picture is an expression of the words from this blog. Check it out. Click on the picture to get a better look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Wordle: Paintin' Fools" href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2403589/Paintin%27_Fools"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 4px" alt="Wordle: Paintin' Fools" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/2403589/Paintin%27_Fools" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6305477276575746785?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6305477276575746785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6305477276575746785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordle.html' title='Wordle'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7105419747030673182</id><published>2010-06-02T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:12:20.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So you want to be a leader</title><content type='html'>I was in New Orleans last week attending a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;workshop&lt;/span&gt;. The class was worship leadership and I learned a lot. But the biggest thing I learned did not happen in the class room. On Monday night, I took advantage of the free supper being offered in the cafeteria. Due to the one hour break we had between class sessions, there were a ton of people cruising through the chow line. As I sat at the table with a couple of friends, I watched as a guy stood in front of the trash cans and took people's trays. As the time passed, this same gentleman started making the rounds throughout the room, taking trays from the tables and depositing them in the trash. He continued his efforts for well over an hour. In fact, he was working hard enough to work up a noticeable lather. And to top it all off, he was doing it while smiling like it was the greatest day of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it is not unusual to see someone helping in this way. The fascinating aspect of this story is not the what, but the who. The guy taking people's trash was the President of the Seminary. I repeat, the PRESIDENT of the Seminary! There were over 300 students visiting the campus as a part of the Red Carpet week. With this many folks visiting the campus, you would expect the President to be shaking hands, visiting, and speaking from a stage. Instead, the top leader of my Seminary was handling the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredible to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;people try&lt;/span&gt; to refuse his offer, and him respond with, "It's not a problem. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Trash&lt;/span&gt; is my specialty." I am not a rocket scientist, but I am sure that a guy with multiple degrees that runs a seminary  has other specialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first dinner in New Orleans last week was very impacting for me. It was a tremendous reminder of what God has called Christians to do. We are here to serve others. Leaders are expected to humble themselves and serve others. Jesus continually met the needs of others. And when the situation called for it, He did the job no one else wanted to do. I would imagine people would want to wash feet as much as they would want to handle other people's trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been more proud to be apart of New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary than when I saw my President &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt; others through trash duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7105419747030673182?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7105419747030673182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7105419747030673182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-you-want-to-be-leader.html' title='So you want to be a leader'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5637259537061777232</id><published>2010-05-23T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:59:55.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what it means....</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks away from school has been fantastic. I've played golf with Coach Hoffman. I've been to two Braves games. Watched a ton of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;baseball&lt;/span&gt; and basketball. But the time has come to get back on the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave at 4:30 Monday morning for New Orleans. A week long workshop kicks off my Summer o' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5637259537061777232?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5637259537061777232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5637259537061777232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-know-what-it-means.html' title='Do you know what it means....'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8321897329696301573</id><published>2010-05-18T18:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:33:11.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of looking foolish</title><content type='html'>I have been re-reading through "In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day" by Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Batterson&lt;/span&gt;. This morning I was reading about how Christians need to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with looking foolish. His argument was that many times Christians do do what God calls us to do because we are fearful that we 'll look foolish or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uniformed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that often what God calls us to do will look foolish to the world. He went through a pretty extensive list of people in the Bible who looked foolish to the people around them. He started with Moses, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt;, Joshua, moved to Peter when he stepped out of the boat and finished with Jesus hanging on a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad Jesus was willing to look foolish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8321897329696301573?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8321897329696301573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8321897329696301573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/05/importance-of-looking-foolish.html' title='The importance of looking foolish'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5936062480509749750</id><published>2010-05-18T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:28:00.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing</title><content type='html'>Today was great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning hiking at Ocmulgee park with the Kusnyer and the afternoon golfing with Coach. I'm about to eat some chicken fingers for dinner and watch the NBA playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fantastic right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5936062480509749750?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5936062480509749750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5936062480509749750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/05/golfing.html' title='Golfing'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5930398315723775318</id><published>2010-05-14T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:08:59.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>Are you looking for something good to read while sitting poolside. I have just the thing for you. A Christian fiction work called " Indivisible" by Kristen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heitzmann&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a story that follows the life of Police Chief Jonah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Westfall&lt;/span&gt;. The reader follows &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Westfall&lt;/span&gt; as he seeks to solve a mystery not only in his work but also his personal. If you enjoy a psychological thriller, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below I have posted the necessary links for you to pick up a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9781400073092"&gt;http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9781400073092&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Indivisible-Novel-Kristen-Heitzmann/dp/140007309X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1273867641&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Indivisible-Novel-Kristen-Heitzmann/dp/140007309X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;qid&lt;/span&gt;=1273867641&amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sr&lt;/span&gt;=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5930398315723775318?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5930398315723775318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5930398315723775318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7324620615187892524</id><published>2010-05-14T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:57:59.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Monday signaled the end of my crazy semester.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the Summer and the adventures that will surely ensue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7324620615187892524?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7324620615187892524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7324620615187892524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-380187219837757122</id><published>2010-03-24T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:41:24.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you looking</title><content type='html'>C.S.  Lewis said that pride makes you look down on people and things. He noted that it is impossible to look up at God if you are continually looking down in pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you: Where are you looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-380187219837757122?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/380187219837757122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/380187219837757122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-you-looking.html' title='Where you looking'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2560419600746155915</id><published>2010-01-18T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:00:02.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk another one up for the Bears</title><content type='html'>Mercer traveled to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt; Upstate this past Friday and claimed another win. It was a tight game from the tip to the finish, but the bears were able to hold on by three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to attend this game. I was in Dallas for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goyer's&lt;/span&gt; wedding. Thanks to my boy Brian Burton, I was able to keep updated on the score via his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the first plane to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning so that I could go to Jamie Burns' wedding  Saturday night. It had the best music at a wedding that I have ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend. Two weddings in two time zones inside of 24 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2560419600746155915?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2560419600746155915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2560419600746155915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/01/chalk-another-one-up-for-bears.html' title='Chalk another one up for the Bears'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8981918901355191487</id><published>2010-01-10T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:17:47.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw them out of the crowd</title><content type='html'>I heard a good message at church today. It was the first message in a three part series on what it looks like to be a disciple of Jesus. Tim McCoy preached from Matthew 5 where Jesus preaches the sermon on the mount. McCoy highlighted the insight that when crowds gathered to listen to Jesus, He drew disciples out of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the purpose of drawing people to church? We do what is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to get the crowds to Church, not for the purpose of having a crowd, but so that disciples can be drawn out of the crowd. The goal is disciples because fully devoted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;followers&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus is what brings God glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does your church meet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8981918901355191487?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8981918901355191487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8981918901355191487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/01/draw-them-out-of-crowd.html' title='Draw them out of the crowd'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7987557208211782015</id><published>2010-01-08T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:02:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The camels go down</title><content type='html'>Mercer continued our winning streak last night with a win over the Camels from Campbell university. It was a back and forth game. We went up 18 early in the second half, only to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; camels come back and take the lead. We were able to close the game on a good run and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;defeat&lt;/span&gt; Campbell by nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All five of our starters had double digits in scoring. Campbell is pretty athletic and we were able to overcome it with disciplined offensive sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; State University (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ETSU&lt;/span&gt;) comes to town Saturday afternoon @ 3:30. Hopefully we will be able to get a 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; win in a row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7987557208211782015?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7987557208211782015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7987557208211782015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/01/camels-go-down.html' title='The camels go down'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1103691381959955195</id><published>2010-01-06T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:00:41.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercer's Got a Little bit of Mo.</title><content type='html'>The Mercer Men's basketball team is on a two game winning streak. We beat Jacksonville University last Saturday on a 3-pointer at the buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We completed the Jacksonville 2-step Monday night with a win at North Florida. Tomorrow we try to keep the streak going against Campbell @ 5:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1103691381959955195?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1103691381959955195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1103691381959955195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/01/mercers-got-little-bit-of-mo.html' title='Mercer&apos;s Got a Little bit of Mo.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7881160753232036008</id><published>2010-01-06T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:57:01.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days</title><content type='html'>I just completed a workshop class on Servant Leadership. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of takeaways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Servant Leadership is the mode, transformation is the goal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Servant leadership is not a position of weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7881160753232036008?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7881160753232036008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7881160753232036008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-days.html' title='3 Days'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2589301302560277696</id><published>2009-12-17T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:18:16.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Primal</title><content type='html'>I have another great book to let you know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite authors has just finished his third book. "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" by Mark Batterson should be in stores soon. The premise of this book is Mark encouraging and calling readers to get back to the basic, fundamental elements of our faith in Christ. He highlights the fact that we as Christians tend to cimplicate our walk with God. Batterson recognizes that the reformation our world needs will be a result of stripping Christianity to the raw elements of what matters in our relationship with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great book and would be a great first book to read in 2010. Batterson does such a great job of writing in a manner that is easy to follow and understand. Any time I read his work, I feel like he is on the couch beside me, explaing his insights and truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the link to where you can purchase the book. Take the challenge to return to the fundamental aspects of your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781601421319"&gt;http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781601421319&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2589301302560277696?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2589301302560277696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2589301302560277696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-primal.html' title='It&apos;s Primal'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-6782780531108209264</id><published>2009-12-17T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:04:44.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fantasy of Heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>I have a had a decent fantasy football season. My team was extremely injury prone, but I was able to escape several close games to have a 7-5 record going into the last week of the regular season. I was one spot out of the playoffs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;playing one&lt;/span&gt; of the two people ahead of me by one game. The Johnson duo (Andre &amp;amp; Chris) both scored 41 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;points&lt;/span&gt; and helped me win by five points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, the second guy I needed to lose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; not. Therefore, I was left out of the playoffs in a tie-break. I have to say...IT STINKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6782780531108209264?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6782780531108209264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6782780531108209264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/12/fantasy-of-heartbreak.html' title='A Fantasy of Heartbreak.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5673083619453795613</id><published>2009-12-16T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:03:10.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Alert</title><content type='html'>With only 9 days left until Christmas, shopping is in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a book that would be a great gift or stocking stuffer.&lt;br /&gt;The book "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;40 Loaves: Breaking Bread with Our Father Each Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." It is written by C. D. Baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is a compilation of daily readings with the purpose of helping the reader renew their spirit to hunger after God. Each day's  reading is about four pages in length, centered around a specific spiritual question. For example, Day one is Why do I want Jesus in my life? Day nineteen is why is my life such a mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this style of book to be very effective for me. The daily amount of reading is manageable, but the topic and insights are something I can take with me throughout my day. If you are looking for something to help you renew you walk with the Lord, this is a great option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below I will link to a site where you can purchase this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forty-Loaves-Breaking-Bread-Father/dp/0307444902/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1261011734&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Forty-Loaves-Breaking-Bread-Father/dp/0307444902/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1261011734&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5673083619453795613?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5673083619453795613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5673083619453795613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-alert.html' title='Book Alert'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8541841584709483007</id><published>2009-11-17T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:04:21.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Night Long</title><content type='html'>I am a fan of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ESPN's&lt;/span&gt; college basketball tip-off marathon.  Heck, I had a waffle and a basketball game for breakfast. How great is that? Not only are there a bunch of games, but there are some really nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;match ups&lt;/span&gt; tonight. Here's to you Tip Off Marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8541841584709483007?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8541841584709483007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8541841584709483007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-night-long.html' title='All Night Long'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1531331782569824429</id><published>2009-10-24T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:06:07.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Q: You know what is the best part about having your fingers smell like chicken wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: There is a pretty good chance that you have recently eaten some chicken wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1531331782569824429?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1531331782569824429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1531331782569824429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/10/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-126883305405483603</id><published>2009-10-01T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:31:58.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Whales</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the tongue on a Blue Whale is the size of an elephant? And the heart is the size of a car? Its blood vessels are so big that a human can swim through them. Is God incredible or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-126883305405483603?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/126883305405483603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/126883305405483603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-whales.html' title='Blue Whales'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7829840814283357724</id><published>2009-09-22T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:20:13.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depends on who you ask</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I participated in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt; service project with a group of guys from Mercer University. We went to a neighborhood to pick up trash in the streets. As we drove into the neighborhood, there were several guys who commented that the streets were already clean and we didn't need to be there. As I scanned the same streets, I too noticed that the streets appeared to be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of the cars and met up to begin the cleaning. As we walked the first street, one of the guys mentioned that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t mind helping, but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t think we were doing any good. Despite a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trepidatious&lt;/span&gt; attitudes, we continued picking up what trash we saw. It didn't take long to realize that when you look passed the asphalt and into the grass, that there was plenty of trash to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized is that as we drove into the neighborhood, the streets appeared clean, consequently making our presence their needless. But we were looking at the streets only because it required less effort to clean the streets. The level of effort we would need to get the trash that was in the yards, the weeds, and in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;briars&lt;/span&gt; was much higher. With trash bag in hand, it only took a few minutes to realize that the pieces of trash may be small, but the overall amount of trash was plenty. Sometimes, it takes more than a drive-by inspection to see the areas that need cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I worked in the back of our group and I was able to watch the group walk the neighborhood. The group began interacting with the residents as we picked up trash. I watched as the folks in the neighborhood shared their delight and appreciation for what the guys were doing. It was obvious that seeing a group of young men serving their neighborhood was a blessing in and of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose that the interaction with the residents was of greater influence than picking up trash. The act of removing trash had an immediate impact, and will be felt for a time. But the inspiration given to the young people who watched our group of young men do acts of service and the adults who drew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; from the fact that the next generation can be selfless and serving minded can have an impact for the coming months and even years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose was to pick up trash. Instead we planted seeds of hope and joy. The needs we met were not noticeable from the comfort of our cars. If you had asked us if we were making an impact, the answer would have been a resounding NO. But we were't the correct people to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7829840814283357724?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7829840814283357724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7829840814283357724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/09/depends-on-who-you-ask.html' title='Depends on who you ask'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-4200732632275089278</id><published>2009-09-18T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:22:44.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Book Alert</title><content type='html'>In the midst of the mountain of school reading that I have this semester, I have been working my way through "&lt;strong&gt;You Were Born For This"&lt;/strong&gt; by Bruce Wilkinson. I have not quite finished it yet, but I am loving every page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the book is that God desires to move through our lives on a daily basis. He points out that most of the time we try to do great things by our own might, when God would love to make things happen through us. The book encourages the reader to apply several steps that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; help the reader position themselves in a place that is ready and willing for God to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The style of writing is very pleasant. The author does a great job of intermixing stories along with the teaching. If you want to better understand your purpose as a believer in Jesus, this is the book for you. I will list the link if you would like to look into it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/gm/results.pperl?title_subtitle_auth_isbn=you+were+born+for+this"&gt;http://www.randomhouse.com/gm/results.pperl?title_subtitle_auth_isbn=you+were+born+for+this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-4200732632275089278?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/4200732632275089278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/4200732632275089278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-book-alert.html' title='Good Book Alert'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1896276761450498723</id><published>2009-09-16T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:39:19.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make An Impact Even When You're Unaware</title><content type='html'>Here's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; part of the lesson I learned about impact during the long weekend of Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You make an impact even when you are unaware. Perhaps, you make more unintentional impacts that intentional. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there were a handful of college students who were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt; enough to babysit my siblings and myself, so that my parents could go on dates and stuff like that. I don't remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of those times, but the memories of the babysitters that I do have are very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting around the supper table during the Labor Day reuinion, one of the ladies (who was one of the baby sitters) asked me if I remembered her and her husband. More than likely, she asked me because it had been 15 years since I had seen them, I was a kid the last time we were around each other, and nothing out of the ordinary happened when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to her and her husband's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, I began rattling off memory after memory that I had about them both. With each detail hat I shared, her mouth dropped open a little more. She was shocked. In fact, she didn't remember most of the specific details that I remembered. After a few more minutes of talking about days gone by, she closed the topic with a very profound statement, and it was this, "It is amazing. You never know what people will remember about you and what impact that will have on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly the point. We walk around doing the everyday things that make up our lives, and we have in our heads what it means to "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; an impact." When we enter a situation that we deem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;impactful&lt;/span&gt;, we prepare ourselves to put our best foot forward. But the truth is that every minute of every day is an opportunity to make an impact. And the tricky part is that you will rarely get to choose to make an impact. These opportunities will take place whether you decide to step up or not. The words out of your mouth, the actions you take, the attitudes you project are all things that are seen by others and make an impact in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk through your day with intentional purpose to exhibit Jesus in all you do. Some situations may seem insignificant, but you never know what someone will remember about you and the impact that will have on their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1896276761450498723?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1896276761450498723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1896276761450498723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-even-when-youre-unaware.html' title='You Make An Impact Even When You&apos;re Unaware'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1071782373373663088</id><published>2009-09-08T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:53:12.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Impact</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Mandie and I traveled (south) to Brooklet, Ga for a reunion of a bunch of folks who attended the same church during the late 80's and early 90's. I had a blast as I spent a day and a half with old friends at a beautiful retreat center. We ate, played volleyball, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;half-rubber&lt;/span&gt;, ate, worshipped, and ate some more. The entire thing was a little surreal as I was surrounded, mostly by people I had not seen in 15 years. Fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the back side of the reunion, there are a couple of things that I carry away from the weekend regarding impact. I thought I would share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The manner in which you deal with people is longer lasting than you can imagine while in the moment. The centerpiece of the reunion was my Dad. He would never say that and would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to see it written, but he was the pastor, therefore he gets thrown into the middle of all of the action. For two days, I watched a group of 100+ people fawn all over my Dad. Due to the impact that he had on their lives, these folks showed back up to not only see a bunch of old friends, but to spend some time with my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time he spent allowing Jesus to be Jesus through him all those years ago that still influences these people today. They can look back to a particular time in their lives and pinpoint a specific moment that Dad had an impact in their lives. This weighty realization has inspired me. If you had asked my Dad during his time in Brooklet, he would never have guessed that his impact would be this great. But that is exactly the point. You and I have absolutely no idea how big an impact we may have in a person's life. If we walk through our day, being obedient to the promptings of the Holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt;, we will perhaps look back, fifteen years down the road, and be able to see an impact that God made through us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share the second one tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1071782373373663088?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1071782373373663088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1071782373373663088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-about-impact.html' title='It&apos;s All About Impact'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8028478416845118336</id><published>2009-08-20T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:33:10.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BP Magic</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I went to a couple of Braves games. My brother drove in with a couple of friends from Oklahoma, and the parents came up from south Georgia. Both games were good. We lost in the ninth inning Friday and won in the ninth on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable part of the two games was batting practice. I am a life long batting practice attendee. To this day, I bring a glove and long for a ball like I am 8 years old. In my career, I have officially grabbed 1 ball. I was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and I caught a ball hit by Joe Carter. But that has been it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we had a batting practice for he ages. Between the four of us (Caleb, his two buddies and myself), we got five &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; balls. That's right, Five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started things off by catching one. Then five minutes later, Caleb picks one up off the ground &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; it bounces off of a couple of folks. Three minutes later, Riley makes a mid-air grab from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ricochet&lt;/span&gt; off of two guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We had just walked in the stadium, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phillies&lt;/span&gt; were on the field, but had not started hitting. I look up and see Pedro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Feliz&lt;/span&gt; take his first swing. Before I can get my glove out of my back, his second shot is a laser just in front of us and to the left. Caleb goes down three steps,  crosses over the rail and jumps in between three people (who were not even watching) to make a spectacular grab. It was one of the best catches I have ever seen in batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, he was outdone by Riley, who ran 25 feet to his left and spun as he jumped to correct his course. He made the grab over his shoulder, in a manner that would make Wilie Mays proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one to not make a grab was Zack, who did a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; job of looking like a champ in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outfield&lt;/span&gt; with a catchers mitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both games were fun. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; was a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8028478416845118336?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8028478416845118336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8028478416845118336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/08/bp-magic.html' title='BP Magic'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5300295960770215921</id><published>2009-08-08T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:55:53.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke: It's Still the Real Thing</title><content type='html'>With some friends in town, we trekked up to the new and improved World of Coca-Cola. It was a blast to check out the new experience. It's in an entirely new location from the last time I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;visited&lt;/span&gt; (4 years ago).  It's right across the street from the Aquarium, and on the end the edge of Centennial Olympic park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was just as impressive as the outside. There are only two levels instead of three, and it is much easier to get around. They have included an actually bottling exhibit, and at the end of the tour, you get your very own 8 oz. glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tour of Coke world would not be complete without a trip to the flavors of the world exhibit. This is where you can taste 60 different flavors from around the world that are made by the Coke company. Beverly is one flavor that is so nasty, I can't bear to even put it on my lips. I always try my best to make it s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ound&lt;/span&gt; so good, and dupe my friends to try it. You will be glad to know that Teresa and Mandie both fell for my trickery. This was the third time that Mandie has been tricked by me. The first time we visited, I got her TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the day was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Got to love the World of Coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5300295960770215921?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5300295960770215921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5300295960770215921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/08/coke-its-still-real-thing.html' title='Coke: It&apos;s Still the Real Thing'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-3803968627091143527</id><published>2009-08-05T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:39:55.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace in all things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; of the great things about grace is that it can be present even when you don't acknowledge it. God provides you and I with multiple levels of grace every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major way I am experiencing God's grace right now is the location of our new apartment. Choosing a place during a hectic whirlwind tour of Macon, was nerve wracking, and tough decision. But with each day that passes, I find more reasons to love our location in Macon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's easy to get almost anywhere in town. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surrounded by trees, I feel like I live int he middle of the country, not town. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's 3 miles from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Equal distance between I-75 &amp;amp; I-475. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And we're 3 miles from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3803968627091143527?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3803968627091143527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3803968627091143527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/08/grace-in-all-things.html' title='Grace in all things'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-3667726691301919072</id><published>2009-08-04T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:26:01.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BGC</title><content type='html'>I have found my home course here in Macon.  It has taken a couple of rounds, but I have found what I hope will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o'l&lt;/span&gt; faithful. The course I speak of is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bowden&lt;/span&gt; Golf Course. It's a municipal course, opened in 1940, on the southeast corner of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout is sweet, with rolling hills and a couple of ponds. The fairways and greens were in great shape. It is not incredibly difficult, but you must hit the shots if you want to score well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; so relieved to find a solid track to play. The best part is that it cost $10 to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other course in town that I can afford to play on a regular basis was over grown and over run with old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt;, who think they run the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will find some time to play once school starts back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3667726691301919072?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3667726691301919072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3667726691301919072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/08/bgc.html' title='BGC'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7128244833877956626</id><published>2009-08-02T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:09:23.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>I finally finished up my Summer class at the beginning of last week.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun and a great benefit to learn about the history of Christianity since the reformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have two weeks before school starts back again. I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;be attending&lt;/span&gt; the extension center in Atlanta this year, since we moved to Macon. I look forward to meeting a whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bunch&lt;/span&gt; of new folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my few weeks away from school, I am working on a couple of projects on my to-do list. Namely, I am finishing up my novel. I have sent it off to the my Mom, so she can do some editing. Hopefully, there won't be too much more to correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7128244833877956626?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7128244833877956626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7128244833877956626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2979837659882322079</id><published>2009-08-02T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:04:34.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-DUB</title><content type='html'>The dude in the red shirt is filthy good.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Tiger starts the 3rd round with the lead and he finishes the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, why doesn't it get old watching him win?&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Even though he wasn't pushed today,&lt;br /&gt;I watch it like he was trying to win a major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2979837659882322079?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2979837659882322079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2979837659882322079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/08/t-dub.html' title='T-DUB'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1611629870372387029</id><published>2009-07-25T00:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:07:19.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday (2nd) Funday (in a row)</title><content type='html'>Thursday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funday&lt;/span&gt; was off the chain. I will be sure to p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ost&lt;/span&gt; some pics soon. This afternoon, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; Mandie with a getaway weekend in Savannah. We got here around 7:30, checked in the hotel, and headed for River St. We ate at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; Eye &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lizzie&lt;/span&gt;, which was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;. We got one of the coveted balcony tables that over looks the river. After supper, we strolled River St, and visited every candy shoppe on the block. We watched some guys make pralines, and salt water taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...Beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1611629870372387029?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1611629870372387029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1611629870372387029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-2nd-funday-in-row.html' title='Friday (2nd) Funday (in a row)'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1955836312761861813</id><published>2009-07-22T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:55:45.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Fun Day</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about tomorrow. I have an 8:15 tee time at the Alfred "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tup&lt;/span&gt;" Holmes Golf Course in Atlanta. It's a municipal course, built in 1940 on a civil war battle field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the links, I am making the six mile drive over to Turner Field  to watch a business man's special. The Braves go for the 4 game sweep of the Giants. The best part is a got a free ticket from the Braves for my birthday. It will be the first Braves game I have been to in years. I am pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to show you some pics from the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1955836312761861813?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1955836312761861813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1955836312761861813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-fun-day.html' title='Thursday, Fun Day'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8903222707149617273</id><published>2009-07-17T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:31:26.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>It's true, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unthinkable&lt;/span&gt; has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Woods missed the cut at the Open Championship.&lt;br /&gt;As bummed as I am, I can't help but think that he earned it.&lt;br /&gt;Tiger spent a good bit of time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uncharted&lt;/span&gt; territory (for him), building upon mistakes with more mistakes. Tiger normally limits his mistakes, but this week he was unable to stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TW&lt;/span&gt; will be out of the picture, I am looking forward to watching a bunch of links golf this weekend. There is something so fun about watching links golf. I am becoming obsessed with heading over to Scotland to play some golf by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8903222707149617273?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8903222707149617273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8903222707149617273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/07/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8980408648373821781</id><published>2009-07-16T16:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:28:41.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Book Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/Sl-NNiBJ3eI/AAAAAAAAADs/y_yjSu0MnoE/s1600-h/Holy+Roller.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157345203641826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/Sl-NNiBJ3eI/AAAAAAAAADs/y_yjSu0MnoE/s200/Holy+Roller.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of my busy Summer, I have been doing a little reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Roller is one Lady's experience of searching for God in the midst of a tough part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;town&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt;, Texas. Julie Lyons is a crime reporter for a local paper in Dallas. At a point in her life when the day to day grind of seeing the effects of evil became overwhelming, she searches for relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her search takes her to an inner city church in one of the most crime-ridden sections of Dallas. She discovers a church that is a true light in the midst of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;darknes&lt;/span&gt;. This church reaches out to the community and allows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; to do a work through the lives of the members of the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is not just an interesting read, but an encouragement to the reader, a reminder that God does still move. That no situation is beyond the miraculous power of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're looking for a good read for the second of half of your Summer, check out Holy Roller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Holy-Roller-Finding-Redemption-Forgotten/dp/1400074959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1247775897&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Holy-Roller-Finding-Redemption-Forgotten/dp/1400074959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;qid&lt;/span&gt;=1247775897&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sr&lt;/span&gt;=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8980408648373821781?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8980408648373821781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8980408648373821781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-book-update.html' title='Good Book Update!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/Sl-NNiBJ3eI/AAAAAAAAADs/y_yjSu0MnoE/s72-c/Holy+Roller.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846245570835351502.post-7919843718800542495</id><published>2009-07-16T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:17:01.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been 2 months?</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that it has been a heck of a two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;I went on an eight day cruise to St. Marten, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico, and Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;Taken a summer school class.&lt;br /&gt;MOVED to Georgia. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celebrated&lt;/span&gt; my Birthday and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Wedding Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're are a little more settled, I will do a better job at posting on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7919843718800542495?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7919843718800542495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7919843718800542495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-it-been-2-months.html' title='Has it been 2 months?'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7252355640007101785</id><published>2009-05-18T22:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:52:09.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings and Goodness</title><content type='html'>Wing night was good. Gator Dockside does pretty good wings.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to sit around the table with 15 guys from class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something very important about guys being able hang out together. Dudes need to be a part of a brotherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7252355640007101785?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7252355640007101785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7252355640007101785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/wings-and-goodness.html' title='Wings and Goodness'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8795360861279542048</id><published>2009-05-18T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:36:40.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings and Things</title><content type='html'>Our Sunday School class is having our first official guys wing night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Man am I excited to fellowship around the dinner table full of wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how the wings at Dockside are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8795360861279542048?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8795360861279542048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8795360861279542048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/wings-and-things.html' title='Wings and Things'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7293669111956211548</id><published>2009-05-16T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:35:01.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close &amp; Personal</title><content type='html'>I went to the Rays game last night with a couple of buddies from church. JD got tickets from work and we sat in the best seats I have ever had. We were on the 1st row, in the first seats just past the Rays dugout. We were in the middle of all of the action. I leaned over the wall and touched the astroturf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blasty&lt;/span&gt; blast for a nosebleed heckler like myself, because we sat close enough to the 1st base umpire that he could hear me. I rode him like he wasmy prize winning horse in the Kentucky Derby. My voice is gone and my throat is swollen from all of the yelling, but I gave him a hard time all night. For the record, he only missed only one call. And I didn't use any foul language, and only through my glove and hat a couple of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our prime position, we only had ONE opportunity for a foul ball. Kevin got it, but gave it to a girl because he thought it hit her. Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to make it on TV twice and I made all kinds of friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; due to my antics. When the game was over, people came up to me and congratulated me on "getting in the head" of the ump. A couple of security guards said I need to come back more often. I told the guard "I think the ump knew I was here." He laughed and said "the entire right side of he ballpark knew you were here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that fun, the Rays won! They were down 7-0 after the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; inning, but they clawed their way back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; Upton hit a walk-off home run in the bottom of the ninth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks JD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7293669111956211548?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7293669111956211548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7293669111956211548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-close-personal.html' title='Up Close &amp; Personal'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-3674458002803496346</id><published>2009-05-15T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:22:06.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentor</title><content type='html'>No matter who we are, we all need someone investing in our lives. I began meeting with a guy this semester and it has been awesome. We meet for breakfast on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; mornings and just talk. It is amazing what topics will come up during the length of a semester. It has been such a blessing to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; who is father along the road of life that I can pick his brain on subjects, ask his advice on decisions and watch him model what it means to be a man of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of discipleship is to have someone help you grown in your walk with the Lord, and then you turn around and do it in the lives of others. So if you are out there right now and you don't have someone pouring into your life. Ask the Lord to provide that person. It is amazing what will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3674458002803496346?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3674458002803496346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3674458002803496346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/mentor.html' title='Mentor'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-3002535624327565994</id><published>2009-05-12T23:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:22:01.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Date 200912</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/Sgo8YszHEkI/AAAAAAAAADk/G9kuxWvM9_g/s1600-h/star+trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335143103613833794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/Sgo8YszHEkI/AAAAAAAAADk/G9kuxWvM9_g/s200/star+trek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With school finally over, I treated myself to a movie this afternoon. It was the first movie I have seen in the theatre sine the Tuesday after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Star Trek and I loved it. I am definitely not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trekkie&lt;/span&gt;, but I like the original show and movies. I was told this weekend that it was exceptionally good, so I thought I would check it out. It did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casting was awesome. The characters looked like they could be younger versions of the originals. The writers also did a good job of foreshadowing the original movies. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; good balance of character development. It won't take away any enjoyment for someone unfamiliar to Star Trek to see the film, but if you know something about the story line, it will only add to the enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good that on the way out of the theatre, I passed a seeing-eye dog sitting on the fifth row and he had both paws way up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3002535624327565994?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3002535624327565994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3002535624327565994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-date.html' title='Star Date 200912'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/Sgo8YszHEkI/AAAAAAAAADk/G9kuxWvM9_g/s72-c/star+trek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846245570835351502.post-3146514002560705235</id><published>2009-05-12T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:08:24.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Examens</title><content type='html'>You will be glad to know that I am done with finals for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;The spring term has been a long haul, but it has been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on the&lt;/span&gt; semester, I think the best part has been the three guys I carpool with to school. Three buddies from church also attend my extension center. The opportunity to hang out with these guys on Monday's has been a blessing. It makes me feel like I am right back in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;. I completed ten more hours. Help create a game called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qball&lt;/span&gt; (more on this in the future). And ate chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fila&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moe's&lt;/span&gt; every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; for 16 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I am glad it's over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3146514002560705235?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3146514002560705235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3146514002560705235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/examens.html' title='Examens'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-567163569101694074</id><published>2009-05-08T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:47:50.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; City this time last week, and it never made it out of the 50's.&lt;br /&gt;The high today in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; was 96 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what 1200 miles can do to the weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-567163569101694074?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/567163569101694074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/567163569101694074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1101531759957561098</id><published>2009-05-07T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:33:53.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time ever</title><content type='html'>We had another softball game tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Another W for the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get our record back to 2-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a first on the softball field tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I struck out the side in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; inning.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I struck out all three batters in one inning.&lt;br /&gt;One was swinging and the other two were looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wull probably never happen again in all my days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1101531759957561098?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1101531759957561098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1101531759957561098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-time-ever.html' title='1st time ever'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-44702236860196616</id><published>2009-05-05T12:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:15:01.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SgBlRlb8mmI/AAAAAAAAADc/QP_jOaMtQRQ/s1600-h/Courtney+Grad+Drink+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332373311588178530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SgBlRlb8mmI/AAAAAAAAADc/QP_jOaMtQRQ/s200/Courtney+Grad+Drink+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Oklahoma this weekend for Courtney's graduation. She is the third graduate from Howard Academy. She had a celebration party Saturday morning, where she put me on ice duty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The visit was good. I actually got to stay an extra night because we were super delayed Sunday night. It was a good chance to see some friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-44702236860196616?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/44702236860196616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/44702236860196616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/05/oklahoma.html' title='Oklahoma'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SgBlRlb8mmI/AAAAAAAAADc/QP_jOaMtQRQ/s72-c/Courtney+Grad+Drink+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846245570835351502.post-8680246193401513131</id><published>2009-04-29T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:53:13.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I am officially out of hiding.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the better past of my last two weeks working on four papers for school.&lt;br /&gt;Those are behind me now and I should be back on blogging track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8680246193401513131?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8680246193401513131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8680246193401513131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-6235106929426465476</id><published>2009-04-15T16:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:53:10.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taxing Time</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to remind you that your taxes are do today. If you forget or haven't done them yet, go ahead and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt; out for ten minutes..then go do 'em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6235106929426465476?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6235106929426465476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6235106929426465476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/04/taxing-time.html' title='A Taxing Time'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-4786781281567395913</id><published>2009-04-08T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:43:09.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of Books</title><content type='html'>I have two books I want to put on your radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is &lt;strong&gt;"Experiencing the Spirit"&lt;/strong&gt; by Henry and Melvin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blackaby&lt;/span&gt;. This book is a great teacher about living life in the power of the Holy Spirit. So many folks know about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holy&lt;/span&gt; Spirit, profess belief in His power, but don't truly seek His movement in their lives. This book helps the reader get a better grasp of the possibilities that exist through the Holy Spirit. This book is formatted well and I found it easy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; the truths being set in front of the me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link for this book on Amazon is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_0_23?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=experiencing+the+spirit+the+power+of+pentecost+every+day&amp;amp;sprefix=experiencing+the+spirit"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_0_23?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=experiencing+the+spirit+the+power+of+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pentecost&lt;/span&gt;+every+day&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sprefix&lt;/span&gt;=experiencing+the+spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; book is &lt;strong&gt;"The Treasure Principle: Unlocking the secret of Joyful giving"&lt;/strong&gt; by Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alcorn&lt;/span&gt;. This is a small book with giant truth. I found this book to be very appropriate for my life because it can be tough for me to give with a joyful heart. The premise of the book is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; why we give and to ensure that our value system mirrors that of God. I encourage you to grab this book and find a whole new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; on giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link for the Treasure principle is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_0_22?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+treasure+principle+by+randy+alcorn&amp;amp;sprefix=the+treasure+principle"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_0_22?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+treasure+principle+by+randy+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alcorn&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sprefix&lt;/span&gt;=the+treasure+principle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these works are great reads...I encourage you to get these books and allow the Lord to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; you through their pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-4786781281567395913?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/4786781281567395913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/4786781281567395913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/04/couple-of-books.html' title='A couple of Books'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-930161388065076173</id><published>2009-04-07T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:19:54.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracketology 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHosaoMvI/AAAAAAAAADU/hUXrbNi8dN4/s1600-h/100_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322137255344091890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHosaoMvI/AAAAAAAAADU/hUXrbNi8dN4/s200/100_1816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHoYyZzZI/AAAAAAAAADM/ljMA2IgDJ2o/s1600-h/100_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322137250075102610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHoYyZzZI/AAAAAAAAADM/ljMA2IgDJ2o/s200/100_1815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHoAopB7I/AAAAAAAAADE/7GIZmF3g38k/s1600-h/100_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322137243591706546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHoAopB7I/AAAAAAAAADE/7GIZmF3g38k/s200/100_1814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, how I love March Madness. It is hard to believe that it's been three weeks since selection Sunday. I hate how quickly the NCAA tournament passes. Now, I must wait another 49 weeks for the next one. As we close another glorious tournament, I have a couple of reflections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I still love making giant brackets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made a giant bracket (1 poster board for each region) since my sophomore year. I want to give mad props to my wife who lets me take down several pictures to clear space for the madness montage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Sometimes it is fun to see the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dawgs&lt;/span&gt; eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love upsets as much as anyone, but it was refreshing to see the powerhouses, who had been dominant all year slug it out in the final three rounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I didn't win either one of my pools, finishing second in both. But I did pick the National Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I want the song "one shining moment" played at my funeral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb has committed to creating a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt; to be shown while the song plays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conclude&lt;/span&gt; another great tournament, I hope you enjoyed the madness! See you in 49 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-930161388065076173?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/930161388065076173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/930161388065076173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahh-how-i-love-march-madness.html' title='Bracketology 101'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdwHosaoMvI/AAAAAAAAADU/hUXrbNi8dN4/s72-c/100_1816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846245570835351502.post-7777348863797026492</id><published>2009-04-03T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:13:53.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me if You Can</title><content type='html'>Everyone has those movies that they end up watching anytime they come across it on TV (no matter what part of the movie is playing). One of the movies for me is "Catch Me If You Can." I love it! Tom Hanks, who is one of my favorites, is amazing. Leo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dicaprio&lt;/span&gt; is what the girls call dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound track is good, the wardrobe is even better, and it's pretty clean. It's just a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7777348863797026492?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7777348863797026492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7777348863797026492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='Catch Me if You Can'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-6759970493356905843</id><published>2009-04-02T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:10:45.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Immediate Regret</title><content type='html'>You know those times in life when you think you want something one way, but then when you get your wish, you immediately regret your decision, wishing your could reverse the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decision?&lt;/span&gt; Well, this past Tuesday, I gave my two weeks notice at work...and it feels really good! My joy is not because I hate my job or the people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, I love being around my co-workers. My joy comes from the weightlessness of obedience. God gave me a word that was tough to follow through on, but I did and now that the decision is made, I feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My encouragement to you is this:&lt;br /&gt;When God calls for you to act, even when it's tough, He will supply the courage to do it. Your obedience may leave you in a tough spot, but God's g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt; is present to allow you to experience Joy in the midst of strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, be obedient...I dare you!&lt;br /&gt;I promise you won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6759970493356905843?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6759970493356905843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6759970493356905843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/04/immediate-regret.html' title='Immediate Regret'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8443427507303397663</id><published>2009-03-29T22:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:58:23.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love grapefruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdA1Pg1RcYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7ZKyJA1mIU8/s1600-h/100_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318809700552241538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdA1Pg1RcYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7ZKyJA1mIU8/s200/100_1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught my second spring training game this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It rained and rained last night. Even at noon today, it was raining. But the rain finally stopped, they pulled the tarp off the field and by two o'clock we had baseball. The Braves were in town facing the Tigers. We sat on the berm in left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; and had a great baseball day. Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Francour&lt;/span&gt; hit a shot 30 feet over my head. I ate a torpedo dog, popcorn, a coke , and a lemonade. By the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; inning the skies were clear, with a slight breeze. It was a great day at the ballpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8443427507303397663?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8443427507303397663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8443427507303397663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-grapefruit.html' title='I love grapefruit'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQCno84f54/SdA1Pg1RcYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7ZKyJA1mIU8/s72-c/100_1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846245570835351502.post-1296779444045902009</id><published>2009-03-29T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:44:14.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Did It Again!</title><content type='html'>Tiger Woods!&lt;br /&gt;He birdied the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hole (again) to win the Arnold Palmer Invitational for the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;The dude is simply ridiculous. It is amazing to watch how he gets better when the pressure gets heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have him back on tour.&lt;br /&gt;Well done Tiger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1296779444045902009?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1296779444045902009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1296779444045902009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-did-it-again.html' title='He Did It Again!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8812893385663586587</id><published>2009-03-29T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:41:29.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done-zo</title><content type='html'>It's official, I can't win either of the two brackets I am entered in.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that this angers my competitive self, but I love the madness all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see how many Michigan State fans will pack into Ford Field for the in-state &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Final&lt;/span&gt; Four in Detroit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8812893385663586587?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8812893385663586587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8812893385663586587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/done-zo.html' title='Done-zo'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-3764696653655198780</id><published>2009-03-24T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:10:06.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the clear blue</title><content type='html'>I was laying in bed Sunday night, and God brought my buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blaine&lt;/span&gt; to mind. Blaine and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; on a mission trip together four summers ago. We don't talk much, but the twice a year conversations keep us up to date. So when God brought him to my mind, I knew it was time to give the boy a holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he beat me to the punch. Monday afternoon, while sitting in Systematic Theology, my phone starts buzzing. Sure enough, it's Blaine. I finally got a hold of him this evening. Turns out, he is on his way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt; for a seven month tour of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to ask that you would be praying for my friend, as well as all f the other thousands of folks serving around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaine, take care of yourself my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3764696653655198780?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3764696653655198780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3764696653655198780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-clear-blue.html' title='Out of the clear blue'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2325079810214828102</id><published>2009-03-22T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:51:25.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>My first bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I was 4-3.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to lode the close ones.&lt;br /&gt;I fell back a little in my bracket polls,&lt;br /&gt;but I am still within striking distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2325079810214828102?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2325079810214828102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2325079810214828102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1372528790203337276</id><published>2009-03-22T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:23:46.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>I was 7-1 on day three. Unfortunately, my one loss was the Oklahoma game. I picked them to lose to Clemson. Michigan beat Clemson in the first round, and was not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;match-up&lt;/span&gt; problem that I thought Clemson would create for Oklahoma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is my bracket took a hit.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Oklahoma is on the sweet Sixteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1372528790203337276?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1372528790203337276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1372528790203337276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1353469350696710395</id><published>2009-03-22T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:21:33.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>I mirrored my first day with an 8-4 showing.&lt;br /&gt;Not all that great, but I didn't kill my chances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1353469350696710395?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1353469350696710395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1353469350696710395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-6996812026561677350</id><published>2009-03-20T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:55:54.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>My record after day one is 12-4.&lt;br /&gt;I had three losses by a combined 8 points (Butler, VCU, and Clemson).&lt;br /&gt;I need a good day two to catch back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6996812026561677350?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6996812026561677350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6996812026561677350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1064024770208749751</id><published>2009-03-19T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:24:38.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New clothes</title><content type='html'>My softball team won the league championship Tuesday night, and all I got was a totally awesome T-shirt. I don't know who decided to replace trophies with t-shirts, but I want to shake his or her hand. I love a good championship shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; team game from a run down in the bottom of the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to clutch victory. Mad props to Chuck who drove in the winning run with two outs in the last inning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great season. everyone contributed. I love them boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1064024770208749751?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1064024770208749751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1064024770208749751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-clothes.html' title='New clothes'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7786069452467603134</id><published>2009-03-19T18:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:21:20.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March=Madness</title><content type='html'>The ball has tipped...and I am in sports heaven. Few sports events are more precious to me than the NCAA basketball tournament.&lt;br /&gt;I have my bracket filled out 5-2 thus far) and I watching like my life depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on my record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7786069452467603134?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7786069452467603134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7786069452467603134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/marchmadness.html' title='March=Madness'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1078485846784872684</id><published>2009-03-06T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:52:21.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity</title><content type='html'>I recently read that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nasa&lt;/span&gt; study found that their pilots were 34% more productive after they took a nap. Figuring that whatever is good for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nasa&lt;/span&gt; is good enough for me, I just took a nap, and I am about to jump on a full night of studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1078485846784872684?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1078485846784872684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1078485846784872684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/productivity.html' title='Productivity'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2258088570319560538</id><published>2009-03-05T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:06:01.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My hands are screamin'</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog something very inspirational, but I have been making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;note cards&lt;/span&gt; for almost four hours. My hands hurt. I am done for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2258088570319560538?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2258088570319560538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2258088570319560538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-hands-are-screamin.html' title='My hands are screamin&apos;'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-955687684141692883</id><published>2009-03-04T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:54:41.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you really good</title><content type='html'>Each day, as I walk the halls of the main office at the Sheriff's office, I constantly exchange pleasantries with co-workers. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mornin&lt;/span&gt;," Good afternoon," and "how are you?" are some of my favorites. If not careful, I always answer the last question with a resounding "great!" But if I get honest, I don't always feel great. I just don't want to let on that something may be going on or that I am less than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that got me thinking, do other people do the same thing? I believe the answer is an overwhelming yes. And that begs the question, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Asking how someone is doing is many times a formality, not genuine interest. We don't answer honestly because when we do people look at you like they want to poke their eye out. Our culture wants to appear to be nice without the effort required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Staying surface level can cause you to miss out on blessings. This morning, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worker&lt;/span&gt; friend of mine asked me how I was, to which I almost blurted fine, but I realized that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; fine; actually, I felt a little down, so I answered a "little down." She stopped what she was doing and proceeded to bless my socks off. Her encouragement put my focus back on God (away from me) and completely changed my frame of mind for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my encouragement to you is to be &lt;strong&gt;genuine&lt;/strong&gt;. When you ask someone how they are doing, mean it. And when you are asked the same question, answer honestly. You never know how God will utilize that short exchange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-955687684141692883?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/955687684141692883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/955687684141692883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-really-good.html' title='Are you really good'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8601025193588513103</id><published>2009-03-03T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:54:02.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboozled by the Strawberry Festival</title><content type='html'>The dreaded call came at 2:37 pm this afternoon. Our softball games had been canceled for the Strawberry festival that takes place in Plant City every year. That's right. You heard correctly. My next shot at recreational immortality was put on hold for short cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright, though. I capitalized on the free time and worked on note cards for the THREE tests I have this Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8601025193588513103?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8601025193588513103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8601025193588513103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/bamboozled-by-strawberry-festival.html' title='Bamboozled by the Strawberry Festival'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2441081994574924263</id><published>2009-03-01T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:33:22.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week...Another Blessing</title><content type='html'>Life moves fast!&lt;br /&gt;It feels like every other day is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually a proponent of time moving quickly. But what I have realized is that when life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rushes&lt;/span&gt; by, I spend so much of my attention on trying to keep up, that I fail to recognize and appreciate the blessings God is pouring out upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I had a down in the dumps, freak out moment. And my wife was there to listen, build me up and pray for me. I could easily go on from that moment, concerned solely on whatever is next on my to do list. But instead, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I can slow down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that moment, I can give praise to God for being faithful and providing such a great wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we slow down to see the blessings in life, we gain better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; and we're in a better position to give praise to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2441081994574924263?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2441081994574924263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2441081994574924263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-weekanother-blessing.html' title='Another Week...Another Blessing'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8211949888523190021</id><published>2009-02-24T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:55:52.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitcher's Duel</title><content type='html'>We split our two softball games tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We lost the first game 13-1. I don't want to talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...in the second game, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eeked&lt;/span&gt; out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squeeker&lt;/span&gt;, 8-7.&lt;br /&gt;In the top of the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the opposing team is threatening to score with two men on, and two outs. A lefty at the plate, hits a rocket towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; Fink, who is playing second base. The certified laser, strikes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; on his bare, throwing hand and &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;rolled&lt;/span&gt; off to his left. Instead of falling to the dirt and sobbing like a baby (which I would have done, and never made fun of him for doing), Chuck keeps his bearings, steps to his left, and in one smooth motion, grabs the ball with his gloved-hand and flips the ball to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Holbrook&lt;/span&gt; who is standing on second. The fabulous play ended the inning and the scoring threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the wave of momentum from Chuck's web gem, we scored in the bottom of the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to win. The Green monster had the winning RBI (That stands for Run batted in...Babe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love goes out to Chuck and his swollen right hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8211949888523190021?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8211949888523190021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8211949888523190021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/02/pitchers-duel.html' title='Pitcher&apos;s Duel'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-968932250937210878</id><published>2009-02-19T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:24:26.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a good long while</title><content type='html'>Life has been and continues to be a blur. School is in full swing and I can't stay caught up on the reading. I've been playing softball on Tuesday nights and we have actually been winning. I am the pitcher! Thus far, through 8 games, I have only three walks and given up two home runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all excited because we're heading to Nana Howard's for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-968932250937210878?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/968932250937210878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/968932250937210878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-good-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a good long while'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2326543305508944957</id><published>2009-02-06T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:08:08.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo Drive</title><content type='html'>I am headed to the Rodeo!&lt;br /&gt;JD has tickets for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PBR&lt;/span&gt; rodeo tonight in Tampa.&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first and I will be sure to let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2326543305508944957?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2326543305508944957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2326543305508944957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/02/rodeo-drive.html' title='Rodeo Drive'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2133871422119404551</id><published>2009-02-04T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:35:17.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Bill!</title><content type='html'>I just want to give a shout out to Bill Horn.&lt;br /&gt;He's been looking for my blog and I want to be the first to welcome him aboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill's a stud. He can sang real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Bill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2133871422119404551?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2133871422119404551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2133871422119404551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-bill.html' title='Hi Bill!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8704040647593360438</id><published>2009-01-29T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:25:47.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the writers in the room</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to make you aware of a tremendous reference for those of you who aspire to write. I recently got my hands on the "&lt;strong&gt;Christian Writer's Market Guide: 2009&lt;/strong&gt;." This book by &lt;strong&gt;Sally Stuart&lt;/strong&gt;, is slammed full of various magazines, websites, and publishing companies who are interested in free lance writers. It just released a few weeks ago, so it is as current as you could hope for. This book serves as a how to guide for getting your work published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you browse through the pages you will find folks looking for anything from fiction work to a witnessing how to guide. Your eyes will be opened to the numerous types of christian writing that is desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that many people aspire to write and have their work published. This a is a great resource if that is a goal of yours. I will list a link below for a place to purchase this guide book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Christian-Writers-Market-Guide-2009/dp/0307446433/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1233282195&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Christian-Writers-Market-Guide-2009/dp/0307446433/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;qid&lt;/span&gt;=1233282195&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sr&lt;/span&gt;=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8704040647593360438?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8704040647593360438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8704040647593360438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-writers-in-room.html' title='For the writers in the room'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2484957074157085620</id><published>2009-01-22T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:24:51.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right in the back of the head</title><content type='html'>You never know what's going to go down at the Sheriff's Office. Earlier this week, I got slapped in the back of the head, by a co-worker. It wasn't  full fledge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assault&lt;/span&gt;, but it definitely wasn't a joke. It was my first day working with this guy. I think the folks working around me were as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; as I was. The situation was quickly resolved and everything is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the market for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hockey&lt;/span&gt; helmet to take to work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preferably&lt;/span&gt; in white. I need something that I can wear with my dress clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2484957074157085620?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2484957074157085620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2484957074157085620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-in-back-of-head.html' title='Right in the back of the head'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8849356022830880500</id><published>2009-01-20T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:34:19.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>The YMCA class had our first two softball games tonight. It was mid forties, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; windy, but we played and played well. We won both games, and play some pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supurb&lt;/span&gt; defense along the way. I would like to point out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jd&lt;/span&gt; and I were the only two that chose to wear shorts, and the only bad thing was that my legs got ashy in between games. Next time, someone must bring the lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blasty&lt;/span&gt; blast. Thank you Brian Gullet for putting our team together. The whole thing just felt so natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-0 to start the season.&lt;br /&gt;Feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8849356022830880500?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8849356022830880500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8849356022830880500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1136572313844076136</id><published>2009-01-19T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:16:27.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Bear</title><content type='html'>My brother was in Orlando last week with some friends. They spent four days at Disney World, riding rides, not eating, and taking pictures with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; character they laid their eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew came through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; and spent a couple of nights with us. It was nice to see the brother. Like only he could do, he came to Sunny Florida and got a big time cold. He spent Sunday night in the bathroom being sick. I told him it couldn't possibly be all of the coke, mountain dew and overall junk food that he consumed in a seven day period. I can't say too much, because I do the same thing. Fortunately, he got sick at the end of their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw on a F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acebook&lt;/span&gt; status a moment ago that they had arrived safely back in Norman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your feeling better brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1136572313844076136?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1136572313844076136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1136572313844076136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/brother-bear.html' title='Brother Bear'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8817221800717671577</id><published>2009-01-14T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:22:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those weeks</title><content type='html'>You ever had one of those weeks that just knock you around?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am in the midst of one.&lt;br /&gt;Good new is that Jesus is still Lord, and He loves me like crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8817221800717671577?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8817221800717671577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8817221800717671577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-one-of-those-weeks.html' title='Just one of those weeks'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7583469912649615598</id><published>2009-01-12T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:39:50.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knuckle Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Last week I read a fiction book titled "Knuckle Sandwich." Written by Adam Palmer, this book was an easy read that detailed the journey of a college band. His style is extremely funny and entertaining. He rarely gets bogged down in excessive details or needless information. I thoroughly enjoy his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book because, even though it was a christian book, it tackled some tough subjects. I wanted to let you know about a good, quick christian fiction read. Below is a link to a spot where you can buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Knuckle-Sandwich-Sometimes-Rock-Roll"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Knuckle-Sandwich-Sometimes-Rock-Roll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7583469912649615598?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7583469912649615598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7583469912649615598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/knuckle-sandwich.html' title='Knuckle Sandwich'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7622036193934894703</id><published>2009-01-11T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:33:27.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brother</title><content type='html'>My brother is coming to visit this week. He and three/maybe four friends left this evening at 10 pm EST in a jeep, headed for Fla. They are going to spend some time at Disney World, and hang out with us in Lakeland. Should be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7622036193934894703?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7622036193934894703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7622036193934894703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-brother.html' title='Baby Brother'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-9180498581165106737</id><published>2009-01-11T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:26:06.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Churchie von Church Church</title><content type='html'>It was good to be in the house of the Lord today. It had been a couple of weeks since I had a normal Sunday at my church.&lt;br /&gt;Worship was great.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Jay's sermon was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; Sunday School class was a blessing. We had 7 visitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a giant blessing to have a church that i love to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-9180498581165106737?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/9180498581165106737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/9180498581165106737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/churchie-von-church-church.html' title='Churchie von Church Church'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1251221348887954103</id><published>2009-01-11T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:23:44.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has told</title><content type='html'>Oklahoma played well, but not well enough.&lt;br /&gt;Florida 24&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed, but am doing well now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1251221348887954103?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1251221348887954103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1251221348887954103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-has-told.html' title='Time has told'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1942242552150074130</id><published>2009-01-08T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:11:56.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like I've been here before</title><content type='html'>Four years ago, I and three buddies drove from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; to Miami for the National Championship game. We got stomped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt; (by 30+ points) and it was a long drive back to the Sooner state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again,tonight, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt; will play in the Orange Bowl for another National Championship. The past five years has seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; have great seasons end with bowl game disappointment. I certainly hope thy can put all the pieces together and construct a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;8:15 PM on Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1942242552150074130?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1942242552150074130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1942242552150074130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-feels-like-ive-been-here-before.html' title='It feels like I&apos;ve been here before'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-690017733530686245</id><published>2009-01-07T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:31:00.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Him</title><content type='html'>I met a guy this afternoon in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; Regional Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaquezz&lt;/span&gt;, and if I had to guess, I would say he is in his mid-fifties.&lt;br /&gt;He was having some aches and pains a few days ago and now he is battling cancer.  He was in a dark hospital room all by himself. I haven't felt such a strong loneliness is a long time. You could hear his pain in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please take some time and cry out to the Lord on his behalf. I don't even know the whole deal on his condition. I just can't shake him from my mind. His painful facial expressions are imprined on my eyes right now. It's as if I am seeing everything through lenses imprinted with his face. He greatly needs us to cry out on his behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for his healing.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for his pain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him to feel the Lord's presence around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may feel alone..He may appear alone in a hospital room...but he is not alone.&lt;br /&gt;God is there and God is good in all things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-690017733530686245?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/690017733530686245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/690017733530686245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/pray-for-him.html' title='Pray for Him'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-6923120798293591488</id><published>2009-01-05T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:06:58.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So the Falcons lost...And no, I am not over it.&lt;br /&gt;I have actually done some writing the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to the work for the first time in 13 days tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get myself to watch the Ohio State-Texas game...It does nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Marley and Me and I thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife and she works way too much...But I love her anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6923120798293591488?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6923120798293591488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6923120798293591488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7735064491339969303</id><published>2009-01-03T15:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:58:56.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcons</title><content type='html'>The Falcons play their wild-card playoff game in 30 minutes. I am so pumped! I hope they can show up and play a good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that I will have my jersey on and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt; dip on the table with an ice cold coke in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Dirty Birds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7735064491339969303?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7735064491339969303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7735064491339969303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/falcons.html' title='Falcons'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8310529598105794530</id><published>2009-01-03T15:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:57:25.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been how long?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been 23 days since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;I have been too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am back and ready to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8310529598105794530?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8310529598105794530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8310529598105794530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-how-long.html' title='It&apos;s been how long?'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2548725418375375278</id><published>2008-12-11T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:31:32.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wifey</title><content type='html'>I want to give a shout out to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She is amazing! She works like a beast and never complains.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2548725418375375278?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2548725418375375278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2548725418375375278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/12/wifey.html' title='The Wifey'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-6851676366687687146</id><published>2008-12-11T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:30:21.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannons</title><content type='html'>Looking for some great worship. Check out "Canons" by Phil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wickham&lt;/span&gt;. in fact, if you will go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://philwickham.com/singalong/"&gt;http://philwickham.com/singalong/&lt;/a&gt; you can download a free live album. It's just Phil, his guitar, and 3,000 folks singing their brains out for Jesus. "Canons" is on the album, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;well as&lt;/span&gt; songs from his first and second albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's blowing my socks off right now and thought I would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-6851676366687687146?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6851676366687687146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/6851676366687687146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/12/cannons.html' title='Cannons'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5182988711005787443</id><published>2008-12-09T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:30:16.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You want how much?</title><content type='html'>I would love to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BCS&lt;/span&gt; Championship game in Miami next month to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt; take on Gators. Presently tickets are going for about $600 a piece. Since it takes me month to earn $600, I think I will pass. I have prayed that the Lord would provide me tickets, I will let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5182988711005787443?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5182988711005787443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5182988711005787443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-want-how-much.html' title='You want how much?'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7847943141081028340</id><published>2008-12-08T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:27:46.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Name is Samuel</title><content type='html'>I was moving the groceries from the cart into my car when I teenage dude came running up. His name is Samuel, he hails out of Michigan, he is 18 years old, and he is in the middle of a year long mission trip. He has given the next year of his life to travel with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YWAM&lt;/span&gt; (Youth With A Mission) organization. His groups travels around doing ministry in various towns across the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart parking lot for twenty minutes just sharing what God is doing in our lives. He is unsure of his next step after this year is over, so I told him I would be praying for him. I thought I would pass it along to you guys. Pray for Samuel whenever God brings him to your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7847943141081028340?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7847943141081028340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7847943141081028340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/12/his-same-is-samuel.html' title='His Name is Samuel'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-1616080478884302645</id><published>2008-12-07T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:01:30.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Champions</title><content type='html'>The Sooners finished off another Big 12 Championship. Winning never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go OU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-1616080478884302645?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1616080478884302645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/1616080478884302645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/12/champions.html' title='Champions'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8692668685871953063</id><published>2008-11-12T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:31:02.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeemed</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a paper for my systematic Theology class and I am looking at the titles of Christ. I have been reading today about Jesus as Redeemer. What a mind-blowing idea that Jesus would leave Heaven and die so that I can have the choice to become a son of God. God wants to redeem you and I. He desires to perfect us in Him. How crazy is that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense, but it doesn't have to. It's truth and sometimes it's best to just let truth ride. Praise the Redeemer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8692668685871953063?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8692668685871953063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8692668685871953063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/redeemed.html' title='Redeemed'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5044982157182392144</id><published>2008-11-11T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:29:37.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Perfect</title><content type='html'>I play pigskin Pick 'em on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Espn&lt;/span&gt; every week. (Just so you know, it's free to play and you don't win any money. It's not gambling.) I set a personal high mark this past week. Other than forgetting to pick the Thursday night game, I went perfect, absolutely no losses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5044982157182392144?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5044982157182392144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5044982157182392144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-perfect.html' title='Almost Perfect'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-2640494196623852755</id><published>2008-11-08T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:18:25.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo Joe PA</title><content type='html'>It is fun to see upsets, but it was kind of sad to see Penn State go down in defeat. It's good because it helps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;, but I would have loved to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fightin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JoePa's&lt;/span&gt; play for a title. Much props to Iowa. Especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stansi&lt;/span&gt;, their QB, the last drive was a beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-2640494196623852755?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2640494196623852755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/2640494196623852755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo-hoo-joe-pa.html' title='Boo Hoo Joe PA'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-655830410289340777</id><published>2008-11-07T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:24:06.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Good Look</title><content type='html'>I've got another book I want to tell you about. It's called "Me, myself &amp;amp;I am." Written by Matthew Peters and Elisa Stanford, this book is a mirror that reflects who you are. The entire book is questions and lists; a sort of workbook that works itself into the corners of your existence. The reader answers the questions and in the process reveals truths about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book serves as a great spark for self discovery and awareness. The cool thing about this book, is that before you know it, you are no longer learning about yourself, but you begin to see God's interaction in your life. You are prompted to think about the a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reas&lt;/span&gt; of your life that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessitate &lt;/span&gt;God's movement and leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me, Myself, &amp;amp; I Amserves as a breath of fresh air. It encourages those who are walking with the great "I Am." But even better, it calls for those who sometimes forget about God to invite him back into the detailed portions of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get this book at any book store. Below is a link to Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1601421427/ref=pd_bbs_sr_olp_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1226100208&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1601421427/ref=pd_bbs_sr_olp_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1226100208&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-655830410289340777?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/655830410289340777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/655830410289340777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-good-look.html' title='Take a Good Look'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-4280537256360035108</id><published>2008-11-04T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:52:36.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' the Vote Florida Style</title><content type='html'>I cast my ballot this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;It took me nine minutes from the moment I got out of my car until I stepped back in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it's election day. I am ready for the campaigning to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-4280537256360035108?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/4280537256360035108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/4280537256360035108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/rockin-vote-florida-style.html' title='Rockin&apos; the Vote Florida Style'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5092547562880667469</id><published>2008-11-03T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:08:58.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Day</title><content type='html'>It's Monday again. That means it' s school time!&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to Orlando for another marathon day of classes. Marathon is code for eleven hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the other side. Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5092547562880667469?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5092547562880667469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5092547562880667469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/longest-day.html' title='The Longest Day'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-896266629165889511</id><published>2008-11-02T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:07:24.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good Run Ended</title><content type='html'>The Rays were eliminated from the World Series last &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night and I never gave them and ink. They had an incredible year and it was a blast to cheer them on. Thanks for the memories and great season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-896266629165889511?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/896266629165889511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/896266629165889511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-run-ended.html' title='A good Run Ended'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-3441326189773607450</id><published>2008-11-02T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:34:35.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Down</title><content type='html'>It rained for a large part of the afternoon, and I must say that I enjoyed it. It's fun to thrown the screen door open and listen to rain collide with the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk with God earlier this evening. It was much needed and very refreshing. I struggle mightily to find silence in my life. A g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ood&lt;/span&gt; walk always helps me focus in on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this moment to go on the record and thank God for being patient and hopeful with me. He is a good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-3441326189773607450?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3441326189773607450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/3441326189773607450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-down.html' title='Rain Down'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8957907925220304660</id><published>2008-11-01T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:02:39.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever since I have been on here. Obviously I am too busy for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;I commit to be better!&lt;br /&gt;Starting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8957907925220304660?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8957907925220304660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8957907925220304660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5603086981624268320</id><published>2008-10-25T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:09:28.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...Rain..Stay Away</title><content type='html'>The rain delay for game three was 1:39, but it is underway now! With a 10:07 first pitch, it will be a late night, but I am up for the challenge. I may sleep through church, but I am up for the challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5603086981624268320?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5603086981624268320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5603086981624268320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainrainstay-away.html' title='Rain...Rain..Stay Away'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-8911277971380318734</id><published>2008-10-17T17:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:28:28.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray or Booray</title><content type='html'>Last night Ray's loss was a tough one. Fortunately for me, I had already fallen asleep and learned of the meltdown this morning. I give mad props to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BoSox&lt;/span&gt; for not giving up. Although I was officially on the record (with my wife) stating that Boston would win Game 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the series comes back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trop&lt;/span&gt;. It will be interesting to see how the Rays respond. Hopefully they will be able to focus on the things they have done to be up 3-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 6-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Staurday&lt;/span&gt; night. Go Rays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-8911277971380318734?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8911277971380318734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/8911277971380318734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/10/hooray-or-booray.html' title='Hooray or Booray'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-7936222702351887962</id><published>2008-10-17T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:20:43.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of a new book..."The Shape of Mercy"</title><content type='html'>We just recently got a new book that I wanted to give you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a heads&lt;/span&gt; up on. Mandie read it first, so I asked her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tell you&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I just recently got done reading a book called "The Shape of Mercy". It is about this girl who takes on this project to transcribe a really old journal from the Salem Witch trials. Mercy, is a girl from this time period who is accused of being a witch and the journal is her account of that experience.&lt;br /&gt;     Now if you are into history even slightly(and even if you aren't) you will love this book. This book tells two different stories in one book. You not only walk through the main character of the book but you also read through the journal of Mercy as she goes through the Salem witch trials. This author is so refreshing as she engages you in both stories. The best part of this book is that it tackles the concept of passing judgement without knowledge both in the 1600's and today. And you see that the effects while slightly different, still have the same consequences. The author also weaves the powerful theme of love through this book and how its healing powers can overcome this judgement. This book is a must read. I read it in about two days and loved every second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Mandie couldn't put it down and I bet you will not be able to either. It released last month and you should be able to get it almost anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shape-Mercy-Novel-Susan-Meissner/dp/1400074568/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224278263&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Shape-Mercy-Novel-Susan-Meissner/dp/1400074568/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;qid&lt;/span&gt;=1224278263&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sr&lt;/span&gt;=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-7936222702351887962?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7936222702351887962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/7936222702351887962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/10/smell-of-new-bookthe-shape-of-mercy.html' title='The smell of a new book...&quot;The Shape of Mercy&quot;'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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-3846245570835351502.post-5028142052167428142</id><published>2008-10-08T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:58:02.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You haven't earned anything!</title><content type='html'>You ever get to the point where you think you are owed something? Like you've earned the right to behave a certain way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you realize it or not, it happens all the time. I am finding this to be so true in my everyday life. I feel like I have the right to yell at the guy who pulled out in front of me. I feel like things haven't been going my way, so I deserve to chance to make myself feel better. The list can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is these things where most of our struggles with the flesh take place. God calls us to deny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;, our selfish nature and do what pleases Him instead of what pleases me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is humbling to notice how little you see this in our culture. Just today, a guy at my work, lost his cool and completely went off on a co-worker. If you asked him, he probably has a laundry list of reasons that justified his action. Position, power, provocation are not acceptable answers when we have to explain to God why we behaved a particular way. After all, Jesus said he came to serve instead of be served. What a challenge for us to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you the next time you feel like you have the right to behave incorrectly...serve that person. It may not instantly gratify your desire for revenge, but in the end you please God and become more like Him...And that's totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3846245570835351502-5028142052167428142?l=jhow9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5028142052167428142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846245570835351502/posts/default/5028142052167428142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhow9.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-havent-earned-anything.html' title='You haven&apos;t earned anything!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943044318093864518</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></feed>
