<?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-2762353883322222925</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:21:02.983-04:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='randomn thoughts'/><category term='Humble Pie'/><category term='God Moments'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Check out my new blog at chuckmullis.wordpress.com</title><subtitle type='html'>chuckmullis.wordpress.com  chuckmullis.wordpress.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-1491387902628882753</id><published>2008-08-11T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:02:06.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my new blog at chuckmullis.wordpress.com</title><content type='html'>For many reasons I have moved my blog to chuckmullis.wordpress.com . Please check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-1491387902628882753?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/1491387902628882753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=1491387902628882753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/1491387902628882753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/1491387902628882753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-out-my-new-blog-at.html' title='Check out my new blog at chuckmullis.wordpress.com'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-221541088352491227</id><published>2008-05-12T06:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:59:46.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I did it again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This blog is in response to &lt;a href="http://timschmoyer.com/"&gt;http://timschmoyer.com&lt;/a&gt; Common mistakes to avoid in youth ministry : 100 blog topics I hope you write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where to begin.  Looking at the different blog topics, this topic really struck a nerve with me. My first thought was, “man, I could tell you about mistakes, I come up with new ones all the time!” If there is a wrong way to do things, I believe I have experienced it. So here are some common mistakes as well as some new ones to avoid in youth ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake # 1.&lt;br /&gt;Do it all yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;   Plan all the activities, come up with the lessons, teach the lessons, make sure the youth room is clean and ready, prepare the games and all the components for the games,  Plan the mission trips, prepare all the food, forms, and keep up with the money for the trips, handle all counseling and mentoring with the youth, and anything else that comes up, be sure to take charge of that as well and you will soon die from exhaustion !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake #2&lt;br /&gt;Point out all the bad behavior in their lives.&lt;/strong&gt;  Youth are the most horrible people on the planet. Most of them smoke, use drugs, drink, cuss, lie, gossip, fight, and generally smell bad. By pointing out all their flaws, they will see how righteous you are and generally never come back to your events again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake #3&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the Media, not the Scriptures.&lt;/strong&gt;  Kids love powerpoint, and cute little video clips of movies and commercials that they’ve seen a hundred times. Oh yeah they love sound effects. Fill your allotted time for lessons with these and use scripture only to prove the moral behind the story in the movie or commercial. A good lesson will include 20 minutes of media for 4 minutes of bible teaching. This really prepares their heart for the behavioral change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake #4&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let non-Christians go on your trips.&lt;/strong&gt; It’s ok if non-Christian youth want to come to church on Sundays and Wednesdays, because that’s where their supposed to be. But by no means should they be allowed to go on ski trips, mission trips, or any other trip that may be planned for the youth.  God will save them, but we would rather He did it at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake #5&lt;br /&gt;Yell at them.&lt;/strong&gt;  Naturally their hearing is ruined by all of the ipods and mp3 players they’re constantly listening to.  Yell at them to get their attention. Yell at them when they’re misbehaving. Generally speaking if you want to motivate them, you have to yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake #6&lt;br /&gt;Have at least 100 rules for them to follow.&lt;/strong&gt;  Come up with a list of rules, at least a 100, for them to follow.  Require them to memorize them, live by them, and scold and embarrass them with they break one of them. This system worked well for the Pharisees in Jesus’ day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake #7&lt;br /&gt;Do not make yourself available away from the church.&lt;/strong&gt;  When you are not at the church, your time is precious and you should avoid keeping in touch with the youth. Youth become easily attached to such great role models, and you have more important things to do. Don’t show up at their school events or extracurricular activities, because this only feeds a sense that you care.  You are their youth pastor/leader, not their parent or friend. Make it clear to them that if they need to get in touch with you, you are available on Sundays and Wednesdays only. Besides you’re not getting paid for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Disclaimer**&lt;br /&gt;I am stopping here with these 7 common mistakes in youth ministry. It seemed like a good heavenly number. I have not personally made all of these mistakes… yet. Sadly, I have made too many.  These are, however some of the more common mistakes I have seen in youth ministry through the years.  This blog topic could also be called “ 7 ways to kill your ministry”. I know that my ministry has taken a hit in the past because of some of these mistakes, but through the grace of God and a very Godly mentor,  restoration has been able to take place, and God is working through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just thought of something. We’ll call this the “Bonus Mistake”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus Mistake&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Pray.&lt;/strong&gt; Praying takes up all your time. It takes away from finding all those media clips, and sound effects.  It also takes away from planning all of the activities and trips. Pray for yourself and your ideas, that God would see it “your way”.  Don’t bother wasting time praying for the youth, because their parents are doing it for them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-221541088352491227?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/221541088352491227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=221541088352491227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/221541088352491227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/221541088352491227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/05/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I did it again..'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-8182427787202081103</id><published>2008-03-29T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:59:28.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Dark side of Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Gone are the days of two tin cans and a string. I remember getting a set of walkie talkies for Christmas and being so excited because now I could communicate with someone 100 feet away. Imagine my disappointment when I found out the other walkie talkie in the set belonged to my sister! I remember the day my Dad came home with a cell phone the size of a loaf of bread with an antenna a foot long. I remember thinking that day how far technology had come and it wasn’t going to get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;When you see a teenager today, there is usually some kind of device plugged in or attached to them; MP3 players, cell phones, laptops, PSP players just to name a few. However, it’s not just the kids. How many of us own cell phones, computers and MP3 players? How many of us can’t wait to check our e-mail every day? How many of us cannot leave home without our cell phones? Have you tried finding a pay phone lately?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has blessed us with technology. Technology allows us to communicate with people world-wide at the touch of a button. Because of technology, we’re able to discover places never known to us before. Technology has allowed us to do things with our ministries and our worship services, that was unheard of twenty years ago. Unfortunately, just as there is good in this world, there is evil. Technology has a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Technology has molded us into an “I want it now!” generation. People go into debt, buying the latest gadget, just so they can have “instant access”. We eat our dinners in front of the television, spend hours surfing the internet, and talk on our cell phones incessantly. Because of technology, people have become disconnected with other people. No one writes letters anymore. Neighbors no longer meet at the fence or front porch to talk and visit. Instead we ‘text’ them or send them an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down. Turn off the TV, unplug the computer, and power down the cell phone. Consider the example being set forth for your children. What are you telling them, by your lifestyle? Eat dinner with your children (minus the TV). Play board games, or catch. Read to them or with them. Discuss and make conversation. Pray with them. Invest your life in your children, no matter what their age.&lt;br /&gt;What matters on this earth is, not that we are living (temporary) but how we live (eternal).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-8182427787202081103?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/8182427787202081103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=8182427787202081103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8182427787202081103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8182427787202081103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-dark-side-of-technology.html' title='The Dark side of Technology'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-6231681245665022592</id><published>2008-03-20T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:17:24.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;It's amazing the love a father has for a child. What's even more amazing is the love the Father has for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-502569c7ceed37f9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D502569c7ceed37f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330210059%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40B5CE3303B772B5DD480AFE2BA15025BB5541DF.4E4EEE75DDE710816F1E93D23296C00C12ABAE2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D502569c7ceed37f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG0yPctzZGZubee3ogv0G-W0E0yE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D502569c7ceed37f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330210059%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40B5CE3303B772B5DD480AFE2BA15025BB5541DF.4E4EEE75DDE710816F1E93D23296C00C12ABAE2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D502569c7ceed37f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG0yPctzZGZubee3ogv0G-W0E0yE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-6231681245665022592?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=502569c7ceed37f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/6231681245665022592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=6231681245665022592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6231681245665022592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6231681245665022592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-amazing-love-father-has-for-child.html' title='A Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-9037720218422173298</id><published>2008-03-06T06:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:39:11.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Moments'/><title type='text'>Do we have to beat them over the head with it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Three years ago when I began teaching Sunday School, there was a kid in my class who had a bad taste for Christianity. Short of the Long, he had been burned by the church. I don't even know why he bothered coming back, other than his parents probably made him. Anyway, this kid was hardcore. Black hair, anti-conformist, self proclaimed agnostic/atheist, gothic, emo, you name the cliche, this kid was scary to most people. He was always at Sunday school but I never could really get him to participate. I never forced him to nor did I push the issue of what he was invoved with, I just prayed for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Over the next three years I formed a relationship with him. We've played paintball together, talked about movies and books that we both like, even music that we have a similar taste for. About a year ago we atarted texting each other jokes and just basicly goofing off. But I noticed changes in this kid. He was more approachable. He wasn't professing to be an atheist anymore but he wasn't professing Christ yet either. I just kept praying for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Two months ago something weird happened. This kid shows up on Wednesday night! This kid would always come to Sunday school but after it was over with he as gone, not to be seen until next week. But here he was on Wednesday night. He has been there every Wednesday night since and has even started coming to the youth events that I have throughout the week. I thought there was a girl in the class that he liked and that was why he was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Turns out it was not a girl but God. There had been a girl @ his school that has been hammering on him for the past few months to change his life around. God broke down some walls and this kid rededicated his life to Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;As I am talking to him last night, he is telling me all this and he wants to be baptized to let everybody know. He admits that he's having a hard time walking like he should because there is so much damage from the past he is having to overcome. I look forward to helping him through those times and I am on cloud nine as I write this. What's more, Iam excited that his life will be changed, maybe because of something I said or did, or because of something his freind said or did, but more importantly because God drew him to Himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Do we need to beat people over the head with the shoulds and shouldn'ts? Do we need to make them feel guilty in order to get them to make a desicion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;No. We need to get out of the way and let God work on them. We need to love them, encourage them, pray for them , and live our lives openly before them, and God will use it to bring them closer to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Jesus Rocks! God is too good! and I'm glad He came after me! This has made the past three years worth every frustrating minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-9037720218422173298?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/9037720218422173298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=9037720218422173298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/9037720218422173298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/9037720218422173298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-we-have-to-beat-them-over-head-with.html' title='Do we have to beat them over the head with it?'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-2042592471125009261</id><published>2008-03-03T06:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:19:47.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Watch Your !@#$%^ Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;In a recent article by Melanie Glover for the Associated Press, the Headline reads "Teens casually cuss a bluer streak than ever, Can they stop themselves?"&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers are more likely today to use profanity as fillers in their conversations than teenagers in the past. If you've walked by a group of teenagers lately in the mall, at the movies, or even at church, chances are you'll hear something that will either make you blush, or turn your head in disbelief. It's called "conversational swearing". No longer are these words just used for dire circumstances, the article states that, it is a natural normal part of everyday speech.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am only a few years removed from my days of youth, give or take 10 - 15 years, and cursing is nothing new. However, had I or my friends been caught cursing, not only would we fear lightning bolts from the heavens, but  the consequences from our parents (usually on our hind ends!).&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this is the reason that cursing is so "accepted" today. Parents either don't care that their children sound like sailors (sailors always get a bad rap) or their scared to stand up to their children. Furthermore there are no consequences for this type of behavior.&lt;br /&gt;However, I do agree with the article when it encourages Parents to teach their children the power of words and their irreversibility.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:29 says "let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification".&lt;br /&gt;Where does the responsibility lie? Already I have had to discipline my son for using words that I don't want him to use, but no doubt he has heard me use. Now I do not curse, but I am guilty of using 'fillers' in my speech that have just taken the place of curse words.&lt;br /&gt;The article states that we should teach our children when we should use curse words and when we shouldn't, but I want to make another appeal... Teach them that cursing is wrong, even if it’s just a word we use in place of a curse word (If necessary use the right hand of fellowship or a paddle).  Let our language glorify the One who gave us mouths to speak. When we use language that doesn't build people up, or represent what we say we believe, what does that make us?&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/2762353883322222925-2042592471125009261?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/2042592471125009261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=2042592471125009261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/2042592471125009261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/2042592471125009261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-your-mouth.html' title='Watch Your !@#$%^ Mouth'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-5058121009866306235</id><published>2008-02-19T06:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T06:54:45.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to be when I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This cracked me up. This Kid is my HERO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOw1dnURSJw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOw1dnURSJw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This one is funny too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPFQ4kor3I4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPFQ4kor3I4&amp;amp;feature=related&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/2762353883322222925-5058121009866306235?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/5058121009866306235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=5058121009866306235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/5058121009866306235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/5058121009866306235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html' title='What I want to be when I grow up'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-4269270202703256915</id><published>2008-02-09T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:31:02.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya! You Betcha!</title><content type='html'>Well it is three days past my return from Minnesota. I've been called crazy for visiting Minneapolis in February.  I've gotten weird looks when I told people I was going to Minnesota for a pastor's conference with my Dad. People don't understand why I would travel across the country just to go hear some guys talk. Well here is my defense.&lt;br /&gt;    God told me to.&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound strange and I tried to talk my way out of going and reason why I shouldn't go but the Lord squashed every excuse that I could come up with, and instead of kicking against the goads, I went.&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing Happened in Minnesota. God showed up!&lt;br /&gt;Not to say we're not surrounded by Him where we live and have to leave home to find Him. But God does need to take us out of familiar surroundings and comforts in order for us to be able to hear his message and reveal His glorious plan. Just ask my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;So, what was so great about this trip? I learned. I learned struggles that my dad and family had to go through. I learned why it is that I have been called to be a father to my son. I learned what it means to be a father to my kids at church, and I learned that in order to do what God has called me to do requires me to do hard things and to not pussyfoot out of them!&lt;br /&gt;Our God is Awesome! I will forever remember my time with my Dad in Minnesota. I will remember what Crawford Lorrits said about being a pastor, and I will pattern my life in the manner that Gregg Harris shared about fathering, because that is why I was lead to Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy? Am I glad I went? Am I glad I went with my dad? Will I go again?&lt;br /&gt;Ya! You Betcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-4269270202703256915?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/4269270202703256915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=4269270202703256915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/4269270202703256915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/4269270202703256915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/02/ya-you-betcha.html' title='Ya! You Betcha!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-2944991226321817944</id><published>2008-01-25T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:14.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humble Pie'/><title type='text'>Mmmm. Hmmm. Man Is That Some Good Eatin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R5nPC17zRyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZW6cgkcOlsg/s1600-h/acts_1_8_logo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R5nPC17zRyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZW6cgkcOlsg/s320/acts_1_8_logo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159382495874205474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. If ever i have had to eat my words and thoughts I am doing it now. I went to the Acts 1:8 "challenge" last night and was totally blown away by their concept. The first words out of Dr. Gravette's mouth were "This is not a program, this is a lifestyle!"&lt;br /&gt;For the first fifteen minutes I was cynical, wisecracking and utterly turned off in my thoughts as I listened to Dr. Gravettes' introduction. Then something happened. God spoke to me!&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Do you know how awesome it is to have the word of God enter your thoughts and tell you something? It gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;So you want to know what God told me? This is it; : "Shut up and pay attention, You need to hear what this man is saying!"&lt;br /&gt;Now not only did this give me chills, it also left me red faced and embarrassed. I am so grateful no one else heard it. I went to this conference with a preconceived idea that this was going to be another "program" and in six months when it didn't pan out we would move on to the "next program".&lt;br /&gt;Actually The two men there from the GBC were a bit sarcastic about the "programs" over the past few years. These men, Dr. Mike Gravette and John Tarrer, were there to encourage pastors to get off their bum and do what the Lord commanded them to do. " Go ye therefore into Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria, and the uttermost parts of the earth." He encouraged them to not only be concerned about their church but to actually be concerned about their neighbors, city, county, State, Country, Continent, and World. One statement that was said was "... as pastors what are you doing to bring others to Jesus Christ? Sitting in your office all week and visiting your members ain't doing it! You need to be out there reaching others for Christ no matter where you are." Wow what a concept!?!&lt;br /&gt;All in all I was well pleased to eat my words. God opened my eyes and revealed my character as well as my heart. Through this conference God opened a door for me to do more through our association which is what I have been praying for. So whatdouyaknow , I guess this Acts 1:8 "challenge" really was a challenge  to live your life according to what God has commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, when my wife and I got in the van to head home, she said " See, I told you!"&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHGGG! Thank you Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-2944991226321817944?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/2944991226321817944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=2944991226321817944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/2944991226321817944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/2944991226321817944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/01/mmmm-hmmm-man-is-that-some-good-eatin.html' title='Mmmm. Hmmm. Man Is That Some Good Eatin&apos;!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R5nPC17zRyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZW6cgkcOlsg/s72-c/acts_1_8_logo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-7364660750841234499</id><published>2008-01-18T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:14.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>ReThink?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R5CbPC6jD6I/AAAAAAAAACI/O1L_zRwX_5k/s1600-h/rethink.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R5CbPC6jD6I/AAAAAAAAACI/O1L_zRwX_5k/s200/rethink.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156792256121999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Ministry is dead. Kids are leaving the church in droves after graduation, never to darken the doors of the church again. Youth pastors are quitting in astonishing rates. Millions of Kids will grow up to become cynical, God hating citizens because the church has failed them. Where is God while this is happening? Whatever shall we do? ( I ask myself as I bite my nails.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time this morning I was researching some book titles I had come across, deciding which one to invest in, I came across the book titled "reThink". I have not read the book nor do I plan on buying the book because the description from the publisher was pretty much like the above paragraph. The jest of the book is that the program hasn't been working so we're going to combat it with another type of program.( Man does this reek of the SBC or what. oops was that out loud?)&lt;br /&gt;It goes to prove that everything can be solved by reading a book that has a "program" to battle the "program". The whole mentality that we will be different by - being just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny the fact that kids are leaving the church in droves, I don't deny the fact youth pastors are quitting at astonishing rates - I want to quit every week-, Neither do I disagree that kids are becoming cynical, God hating citizens because I have seen it happen.&lt;br /&gt;So where is God while all of this is happening? Has he left the building? Uh Nope.&lt;br /&gt;God is still on the throne, orchestrating every detail of our lives working all things according to His will.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are leaving the church because they haven't been taught, they have been entertained.  Youth pastors are leaving because it's fun for a while but real ministry doesn't happen on Sundays or Wednesdays, it happens on everyday.Kids become cynical and God hating because they see the hypocrisy going on in the church and in their parents lives. So what ever shall we do?&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a foreign concept but, if you try it you'll see that it really works. Pray like your students life depends on it, cause it does. Don't entertain, let the word of God pull them in. God will draw them near to Him. He's faithful. Youth ministers, here's a concept. Do you want to have a successful ministry? It's not the program, It's the Kids. Invest your time in them. It's not easy and it takes all your time, but if God has called you to reach Kids, go after them not their attention span. As far as the Hypocrisy goes, wake up Parents and do you job it is not the job of the church to raise your kids, they see how you live and they model what is seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Disclaimer - I am not against the SBC I just don't agree with all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; practices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-7364660750841234499?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/7364660750841234499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=7364660750841234499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/7364660750841234499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/7364660750841234499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/01/rethink.html' title='ReThink?'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R5CbPC6jD6I/AAAAAAAAACI/O1L_zRwX_5k/s72-c/rethink.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-6561296780501711683</id><published>2008-01-17T07:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:14.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R49MqS6jD5I/AAAAAAAAACA/XM0ksL5e2BQ/s1600-h/765_wwe_smackdown_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R49MqS6jD5I/AAAAAAAAACA/XM0ksL5e2BQ/s200/765_wwe_smackdown_468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156424387878129554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of the most frustrating nights I've had  on a Wednesday night class. I had worked for several days on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; that would explain and teach God's grace. By using the incident of the woman at the well I showed how regardless of what we've done or been involved with God still offers us His gift of forgiveness and grace. Now, I didn't expect the kids to fall all over themselves, and to hang on my every word, but I did expect them to at least acknowledge that they heard or understood what I was teaching. But did they.&lt;br /&gt;One kid sat on a couch and tried to play "footsie" with some girl he hardly knows. Three other guys sat on a couch and made wisecracks and told inside jokes. Two other kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; on their phones. I had three individuals who were slumped down so far in their seat they could have been sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Now the classes I have taken on teaching tell me I shouldn't draw attention to misbehaving and shouldn't publicly correct them. Instead I should speak with them privately so not to damage their little self esteem. So I didn't yell at them but I didn't ignore them either. What I did do was give them the "look". Now when I was younger the "look" was just as deadly as a scolding. I would be terrified that someone was going to tell my father and it would be more than a look or scolding that I would get.&lt;br /&gt;Did this tactic work? _ NOPE. So  I have a solution. Next time its no holds barred, chairs are optional, it's time for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SMACKDOWN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Just Kidding. But as I was thinking about it this morning I kept telling my self  that they had missed a great lesson on grace.  A lesson that they could use to explain to their friends what grace is. But instead as usual I got the lesson. I got a lesson in Mercy. See Mercy is not getting what we deserve, and by far I have been shown mercy.&lt;br /&gt;So next week's lesson just may be on mercy and I'll continue to pray about how to keep control while giving a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, there was this one girl who sat there the whole time and hung on every word I was saying.  How about that God just taught me another lesson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-6561296780501711683?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/6561296780501711683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=6561296780501711683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6561296780501711683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6561296780501711683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html' title='LET&apos;S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R49MqS6jD5I/AAAAAAAAACA/XM0ksL5e2BQ/s72-c/765_wwe_smackdown_468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-8738046297879015017</id><published>2008-01-13T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:14.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Saturday , in the park, ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4oIyy6jD4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CSixYYfxn4k/s1600-h/Charles+Russell+Mullis+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4oIyy6jD4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CSixYYfxn4k/s320/Charles+Russell+Mullis+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154942392232775554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forecast for Saturday was rain. Stormy, nasty, cloudy, depressing, I don't want to even get out of bed, rain. As I sat in my office early Saturday morning I noticed the Sun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to creep above the trees around 7:30. By 8:00 it was in its full glory. My wife who was sitting on the couch reading made the comment that it was supposed to be raining. SNAP. Did you hear that? It was an idea given to me, no doubt from God, that today was to be a special day! It was supposed to be raining. It was supposed to be dreary. But God, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt; the beautiful buts of God) saw fit that we should not spend our day depressed and bound by the walls of our home. No we should do something together. Something that would make a memory and something that would last for eternity. Would we scale tall peaks? Maybe. Would we explore unknown worlds? We just might. Would we boldly go where no man has ever gone before? Probably not. But what we would do is go to the park. Yea you heard me, the park.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it doesn't sound like much but, you did not see the smile and glow come to my wife's face when I mentioned the plans I had for this very day. You did not see the twinkle in my son's eye or witness him do his little dance when he discovered that I would be taking him to the park and playing on the playground with him. No it doesn't sound like much, but a moment of imperfect clarity changed the outcome of an otherwise typical Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for my family and thank you for the opportunity to take time to spend with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-8738046297879015017?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/8738046297879015017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=8738046297879015017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8738046297879015017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8738046297879015017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-in-park.html' title='Saturday , in the park, ...'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4oIyy6jD4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CSixYYfxn4k/s72-c/Charles+Russell+Mullis+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-1303547283934614948</id><published>2008-01-11T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:14.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Got Net?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4db1y6jD3I/AAAAAAAAABw/Wax9wj3C968/s1600-h/ponapefisherman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4db1y6jD3I/AAAAAAAAABw/Wax9wj3C968/s320/ponapefisherman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154189278307356530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christ walked up to Peter and Andrew as they were casting their nets, He asked them to follow Him and they would catch so much more than fish.&lt;br /&gt;Christ has done the same thing for us. He has asked us to follow Him and we would do well to follow Peter and Andrew's response.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 4: 20 says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; they left their net and followed Him. No questions asked, no excuses. There was no hesitation. They knew in their"gut" that they needed to follow Him and they did.&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly given opportunities to follow Christ and everyday we don't because we have a "net" that we're not willing to leave behind. That net is our security blanket. We know what the net will do for us and we put our trust in the net looking for it to provide us with the security and satisfaction that we are longing for. We all have a net and it does just what a net is meant to do.  It traps us and ties us down.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Night I appealed to my youth to leave their net at the altar. Give it up to God and follow His path and they would receive so much more than what they were holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;God wants all of our very beings to follow Him. You can't follow Him and hold onto your net, it will keep dragging you down and restrain you from fully receiving what God has in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;Got net? Give it to Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-1303547283934614948?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/1303547283934614948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=1303547283934614948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/1303547283934614948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/1303547283934614948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-net.html' title='Got Net?'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4db1y6jD3I/AAAAAAAAABw/Wax9wj3C968/s72-c/ponapefisherman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-4005576524781807548</id><published>2008-01-06T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:15.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>My View on Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4DJxy6jD1I/AAAAAAAAABg/zInwVQ1Mdvk/s1600-h/1869299_a96476631c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4DJxy6jD1I/AAAAAAAAABg/zInwVQ1Mdvk/s320/1869299_a96476631c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152339831029960530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-4005576524781807548?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/4005576524781807548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=4005576524781807548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/4005576524781807548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/4005576524781807548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-view-on-math.html' title='My View on Math'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R4DJxy6jD1I/AAAAAAAAABg/zInwVQ1Mdvk/s72-c/1869299_a96476631c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-1654590465577384319</id><published>2007-12-30T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:15.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Acts 1:8... Challenge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R3eRkC6jD0I/AAAAAAAAABY/6BEQ5wML_ME/s1600-h/acts_1_8_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R3eRkC6jD0I/AAAAAAAAABY/6BEQ5wML_ME/s320/acts_1_8_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149744747365207874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi you know that Acts 1: 8 was a challenge? Here I thought it was a command but according to the GBC (Georgia Baptist Convention) it's a new program we're going to guilt people into telling others about Christ.We're supposed to sign up and go to a conference and learn How we can carry out Acts 1:8, not only that but they want us to pay for it as well. Why do we need a flippin challenge? Why can't we see the greatness of what God has done in our lives and be so excited and relieved that we can't wait to tell others what He has done in our lives? Accepting Christ is a life changing event. Are we that paranoid and lazy or is apathy taking the place of excitement. Let's get off our bollocks and give people the good news; You don't need to feel guilt in order to take action like Nike says " Just Do It"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-1654590465577384319?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/1654590465577384319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=1654590465577384319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/1654590465577384319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/1654590465577384319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/12/acts-18-challenge.html' title='Acts 1:8... Challenge?'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R3eRkC6jD0I/AAAAAAAAABY/6BEQ5wML_ME/s72-c/acts_1_8_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-134080915197865095</id><published>2007-12-25T06:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:15.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Gift That Keeps On Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R3DvVS6jDxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lrDaGWXA5mQ/s1600-h/forgiven.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R3DvVS6jDxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lrDaGWXA5mQ/s320/forgiven.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147877523218173714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It always amazes me that no matter how much of a bonehead I can be people still forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;Especially the One who loves me in spite of what He knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-134080915197865095?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/134080915197865095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=134080915197865095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/134080915197865095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/134080915197865095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/12/gift-that-keeps-on-giving.html' title='The Gift That Keeps On Giving'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R3DvVS6jDxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lrDaGWXA5mQ/s72-c/forgiven.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-7598397206168030067</id><published>2007-12-25T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T06:11:14.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well I'm thirty years old this year and nothing much has changed in the past 28 years. It's 5 am and I can't sleep on Christmas morning. The excitement in the air is too much to take and for once the excitement is not for me but for my son. He's nestled in the bed cradled next to his mother unaware that in a couple of hours he'll be so excited that " Santa " left him some toys but forgot to eat the Cookies. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite Christmas memory is of the year that my sister and I got up at 12:30 am and began playing with all the toys Santa left and our mom getting up @ 2 am to get on to us and make us go back to bed. But we got up an hour later and played until dawn anyway. What a great memory! The next year though Santa left all our presents in our Mom's room and locked her door until 6 am. &lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are this Christmas day, I hope it is most enjoyable and memorable. I look forward to experiencing all the Christmas memories with my family and I hope you do with yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-7598397206168030067?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/7598397206168030067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=7598397206168030067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/7598397206168030067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/7598397206168030067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-6191286184658457779</id><published>2007-12-11T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:15.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>HUBBA HUBBA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R157EzPtrDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/33o6MPk9scM/s1600-h/solomons+girlfriend.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R157EzPtrDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/33o6MPk9scM/s320/solomons+girlfriend.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142683146909494322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-6191286184658457779?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/6191286184658457779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=6191286184658457779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6191286184658457779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6191286184658457779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/12/hubba-hubba.html' title='HUBBA HUBBA!!!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/R157EzPtrDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/33o6MPk9scM/s72-c/solomons+girlfriend.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-3698099414054307624</id><published>2007-12-11T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:49:31.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>DIE HERETIC SCUM!</title><content type='html'>I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. So I ran over and said:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Stop! Don't do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Why shouldn't I?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Well, there's so much to live for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Well... are you religious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I said, "Me too! Are you Christian or Buddhist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Me too! Are you Catholic or Protestant ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Protestant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Baptist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Baptist Church of God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Me too! Are you original Baptist Church of God, or are you reformed Baptist Church of God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Reformed Baptist Church of God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Me too! Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He said, "Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I said, "Die, heretic scum", and pushed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (Emo Philips)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-3698099414054307624?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/3698099414054307624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=3698099414054307624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/3698099414054307624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/3698099414054307624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/12/die-heretic-scum.html' title='DIE HERETIC SCUM!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-8097623601633025800</id><published>2007-12-01T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:07:20.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Opportunity?!</title><content type='html'>Several months ago I began praying for an opportunity to do more in the ministry. Maybe something full time or part time, but some kind of working, life changing ministry where I could be used to minister and change lives. I considered starting men's organizations or a outreach to young married couples, anything that would give me an opportunity to preach, teach, and give me some exposure( I say ever so humbly).  I have been frustrated with my responsibilities @ church because I feel that just about anyone could do what I have been doing and I can do much better than that. Put me out front, let others see what I can do (I can't believe how arrogant and egotistical I have become in my own mind).&lt;br /&gt;    So last weekend in my praying and wallowing in self-pity I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt;(yeah, like it was me) that I needed to focus and pray more fervently about what direction the Lord was going to lead me in. I concluded that I needed to give up  some things this week and focus on my prayer needs/wants.(I always tell the youth that God is not our cosmic Santa Claus ) This week I have not listened to the Radio @ work or while I have been driving (a major accomplishment) neither have I watched television. My time has been spent praying, reading and thinking about what direction I need to go in. (I'm never happy , always looking for direction)&lt;br /&gt;    Miraculously( not really, it was just God being God)I was given an answer!!!  I know which way I'm headed. I have been given the ministry that I have been praying for. One that will allow me to minister to others, one that will give me an opportunity to teach/preach and change lives. I am so excited that I can hardly stand it!&lt;br /&gt;     In my time of fasting this week it has come to me. The opportunity that I have been praying for, has been sitting in my lap for the past 2 years. What!?! Yes, I have been blessed with an opportunity to change lives and minister. I am not bound by anything and can take this ministry as far as the Lord wants me to take it.  I can not believe how darkened my eyes have been to the opportunity, waiting for me to grab hold of it and let the Lord use me to grow both the ministry as well as myself.&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes I can't believe how ignorant I can be. I haven't just been teaching Sunday School and  Wednesday nights for the past two years. I have been laying foundations for a ministry that was waiting for it's Earthly leader to wake up and smell the coffee(Preferably a dark roast breakfast blend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On. God is Good. Start a Revolution &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-8097623601633025800?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/8097623601633025800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=8097623601633025800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8097623601633025800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8097623601633025800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/12/opportunity.html' title='Opportunity?!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-8945369309445011373</id><published>2007-11-23T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:48:18.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanksgiving is not my favorite time of year however there is something to be said for nostalgia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember going to my grandmother’s house in Georgia and the times that were spent there. My grandfather was alive then, so were both of my uncles. My cousins would be there and it was a time that I couldn’t wait for, neither could I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;wait for Christmas time there either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After our Thanksgiving meal everyone would usually lay around and nap, at least all of the grown-ups would anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was usually off in my grandmother’s woods exploring or hunting with at least one of my cousins. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The morning after Thanksgiving, My dad, his brothers, my cousins, and I would all get up early and go hunting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the hunt we would gather around my grandmother’s table and eat breakfast and tell deer stories/lies (whichever you prefer) and I remember looking at the men seated around that table and wanting to be just like them. Burly, strong, hunters, and well maybe not overweight, but definitely like them in most attributes. That’s how I remember Thanksgiving. It was only like that for one year that I can remember but I wish that’s how it always could be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I hope your Thanksgiving has been one of memory and thankfulness. Ours was this year, and as long as I have my wife and son with me it will always be a fond memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-8945369309445011373?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/8945369309445011373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=8945369309445011373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8945369309445011373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8945369309445011373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-8458172285922271712</id><published>2007-11-20T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:52:39.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Discipling</title><content type='html'>Who's your man and Who's man are you?  Discipling is not something that you wait to go to church to do. We call it discipleship training and all we do is show up for  another bible lesson, listen to it, go home and forget about it. Where's the application?  What are we doing in our daily walk that is equipping other people to become better disciples of Christ. We need to get off our lethargic, apathetic bums and start evangelizing and discipling like we've been commanded to do.&lt;br /&gt;    Why does discipleship have to be a program? Maybe Discipleship is just living your life like God wants you to and helping others along the way.   Bro. Robby said it well last night. Witness is not a verb, its you. Discipling needs to be done with God's people( even the ones who don't know they are yet) and it starts with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-8458172285922271712?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/8458172285922271712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=8458172285922271712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8458172285922271712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/8458172285922271712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/11/discipling.html' title='Discipling'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-2545991455770713612</id><published>2007-11-17T07:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:15.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, Everybody Needs a Pep Talk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/Rz7erwbchtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fRrpeMIe4zE/s1600-h/xtreme+sports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/Rz7erwbchtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fRrpeMIe4zE/s320/xtreme+sports.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133785468564702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am." - message remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-2545991455770713612?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/2545991455770713612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=2545991455770713612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/2545991455770713612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/2545991455770713612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-everybody-needs-pep-talk.html' title='Sometimes, Everybody Needs a Pep Talk!'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/Rz7erwbchtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fRrpeMIe4zE/s72-c/xtreme+sports.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-7140483571972240561</id><published>2007-11-17T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:15.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Justice!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/Rz7cAgbchsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXvI8CGdQWw/s1600-h/bondsrookiecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/Rz7cAgbchsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXvI8CGdQWw/s320/bondsrookiecard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133782526512105154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And it's 1,2,3 strikes your out at the OOOOLLLD BBAALLLLL GAMEEE! Well I can't say that I'm sorry to hear that old Bonds is gonna need a bond to get his butt outta jail. I am not the biggest baseball fan but I do believe if you cheat, that should be grounds for removal from the record books. with everything being said about this situation I went back and pulled his rookie card. Don't tell me by looking @ this photo that he hasn't juiced up. You decide. Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-7140483571972240561?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/7140483571972240561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=7140483571972240561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/7140483571972240561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/7140483571972240561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/11/justice.html' title='Justice!?'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWcL2LyJfQM/Rz7cAgbchsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXvI8CGdQWw/s72-c/bondsrookiecard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-3920637554897905758</id><published>2007-11-12T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:10:34.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Children's Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Back in June the responsibility of children's church was shifted and given to me to organize. Which was fine with me. instead of teaching every Sunday I had a list of volunteers(God bless em) that rotated out every week and taught them. Yesterday was my turn on the list and I forget how enjoyable it is to teach the young ones.  Their faces are vivid in my memory as I recall the facial  expressions they give when they don't comprehend or when they do. Children are brutally honest as well. I believe anyone desiring to teach should start out with children, because of these reasons. It will require you to explain your teaching in a relative manner while capturing their interest. They'll also let you know when you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;boorrinnggg.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    Jesus said to enter the kingdom we must be like the little children. This thought comes to mind as I recall back to what it was like when I was in children's church and my mental state back then. It wasn't clouded with all the junk and preoccupations that are in my mind now. How good it is to know that we can focus on Him, forget about everything else, stop worrying, and just be like a little child towards Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-3920637554897905758?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/3920637554897905758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=3920637554897905758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/3920637554897905758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/3920637554897905758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/11/childrens-church.html' title='Children&apos;s Church'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762353883322222925.post-6367763195209752564</id><published>2007-11-11T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:06:40.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomn thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lord's Day Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today is the Day of the Lord and Everything we do is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Coram Deo(Before the face of God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and that is truly a sobering thought.  To know that there is a Heavenly Father that loves and accepts me, warts and all and smiles at me and has blessed me before I even knew Him. Praise be to God on this Lord's Day morning. I hope that you enjoy your day reflecting on all that He has done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762353883322222925-6367763195209752564?l=chuckmullis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/feeds/6367763195209752564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2762353883322222925&amp;postID=6367763195209752564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6367763195209752564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2762353883322222925/posts/default/6367763195209752564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuckmullis.blogspot.com/2007/11/lords-day-morning.html' title='Lord&apos;s Day Morning'/><author><name>Chuck Mullis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191835604216932682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wxs0L3jPZk/TY8b8i_hLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wn3ilDnK62w/s220/100_0560.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
