<?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-8163900917628495402</id><updated>2012-02-01T04:53:26.347-05:00</updated><category term='cancer'/><category term='coward'/><category term='doubt'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='death'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='courage'/><category term='art'/><category term='genocide'/><category term='Compassion International'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='risk'/><category term='ecuador'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='hope'/><category term='truth'/><category term='peru'/><category term='family'/><category term='missions'/><category term='plane crash'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Servant'/><category term='patriots day'/><category term='giving taking sharing wealth'/><category term='gas prices'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='God'/><category term='orphanage'/><category term='serve God save the planet'/><category term='free will'/><category term='missionary'/><category term='language'/><category term='Aids'/><category term='faith'/><category term='compassion'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='the shack book'/><category term='africa'/><category term='war on terror'/><category term='Rwanda'/><category term='ChildReach'/><category term='orphan'/><category term='fund raising'/><category term='micro-enterprise'/><category term='myanmar'/><category term='mission trip'/><category term='911'/><category term='poverty'/><title type='text'>the whisper of hope</title><subtitle type='html'>If you're going to whisper to someone you have to be really close to them - close enough to touch.  And that is how God talks to us most times - in a whisper.  And if poverty is more an inward condition of hopelessness than of outward circumstances how about if you and I (the church), instead of taking up the "cause" of poverty, go to the gutter and whisper hope to real people "in" poverty.  Aren't we all hungry for hope?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</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>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4588092417355005213</id><published>2010-05-04T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:22:19.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I drove past Jesus 3 times today</title><content type='html'>So I'm near the University of Akron today heading to a job-site and I see a woman in a wheelchair on a corner with a sign asking for food or clothes ("anything helps......God Bless" the sign notes).  But the light changed and I wasn't going to block traffic and get out of my car........so I drove on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I approached another intersection there's a guy with a similar sign and the light has  just turned red so  I'm thinking "I have plenty of time to get out, or even call the guy over".  But there's this big SUV in the lane closest to the sign guy and I'm in the middle lane, so I pull up beside the big SUV and it hides my car from the sign guy.  Then I sit there and wonder why the  guy in the big, shiny SUV with the chrome rims doesn't give sign guy a little something.  I mean he is CLOSER to sign guy after all.  But he doesn't and the light turns green and ..............I  drive  on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very next light, no kidding, is sign person number three.  So I've noticed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beggars&lt;/span&gt; near the highway at the U of A before and I'm now starting to wonder why they're near a college campus and not downtown near all the big office buildings.  Perhaps panhandling laws?  Or maybe the asking is better  near 20 somethings who work and go to classes and have just enough vs. those of us who have plenty and work hard for it thank you very much?  Okay that's a subject for another posting.  Let's go back to my short story of being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UNchristian&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the very next light is person number three.  But the light is green and I'm on the clock for work anyway so.................I drive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of Matthew 5:42 where Jesus tells us to "give to those who ask".  The sadder part of that is I just listened to a sermon about this teaching last Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet somewhere today, just outside my range of hearing, a rooster crowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4588092417355005213?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4588092417355005213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4588092417355005213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4588092417355005213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4588092417355005213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-drove-past-jesus-3-times-today.html' title='I drove past Jesus 3 times today'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6755222813399086867</id><published>2010-03-05T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:42:47.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UnCommon</title><content type='html'>So what do an RN,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHC&lt;/span&gt;, Pharmacist, Carpenter, Marketing Director and 4 nursing students have in common?  Not much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we arrive in Peru together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days we become fast friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who've been on a mission trip understand this dynamic.  There is something amazing about experiencing God together that binds you to each other.  It happens with every team.  This one will be no  different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are stressed.  Some are unemployed. Some have never volunteered for anything in our life.  Some have had a week that turned them upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it all gets set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, show us your heart for your people and children in Peru."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6755222813399086867?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6755222813399086867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6755222813399086867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6755222813399086867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6755222813399086867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2010/03/uncommon.html' title='UnCommon'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8058396616642024667</id><published>2009-11-23T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:26:05.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 years of Progress</title><content type='html'>We’ve come a long way baby……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email this week with some interesting statistics about 1909:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The average wage was 22 cents an hour&lt;br /&gt;- 95% of all births took place at home&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs were 14 cents a dozen&lt;br /&gt;- 8% of homes had a telephone&lt;br /&gt;- 6% of Americans graduated from high school&lt;br /&gt;- 2 0f 10 adults couldn't read or write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot corroborate any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email also listed the 5 leading causes of death, one of which was diarrhea. So I did look this up (www.cdc.gov) and found that diarrhea was indeed the 4th leading cause of death in 1909. By 1911 it was down to 6th, 8th in 1918, out of the top 10 in 1933 and gone from the top 20 by 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve come a long way baby……………………….or have we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the top 5 culprits in killing 30,000 children under the age of five today (and by today I mean in the last 24 hours): diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow we lose 30,000 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8058396616642024667?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8058396616642024667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8058396616642024667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8058396616642024667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8058396616642024667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-years-of-progress.html' title='100 years of Progress'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5847036806314524845</id><published>2009-11-21T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:35:15.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolate</title><content type='html'>Read Ezekiel 16:49.  Better yet read Ezekiel chapter 16.  It's basically the story of God picking up the nation of Israel out of the the blood and muck after her being discarded and thrown away at her birth.  How God saw her and rescued her and gently and lovingly cleaned her up.   God nurtures her and adorns her with fine clothing and shining jewelry.  He puts a crown on her head and takes her as his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she prostitutes herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in verse 49 God compares Israel to a town called Sodom.  Sodom was completely  wiped out by God because the town was so wicked.  There was constant lewd sex and drunkenness and revelry all day and night.  So God wipes out the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But verse 49 clarifies Sodom's sins some and they sound a lot more broad and general to me.  It says "Sodom's sins were pride, gluttony and laziness, while she closed her borders to the poor and needy, in hopes of protecting her own interests." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it doesn't say that exactly.  My paraphrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Living Translation:  "Sodom's sins were pride, gluttony and laziness, while the poor and needy suffered outside her door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a reader check out "The Last Town on Earth" by Thomas Mullen.  It's a novel set in 1918.  While the country was embroiled in war a plague of biblical magnitude erupts on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home front&lt;/span&gt;.  The town of Commonwealth, Washington decides to isolate itself and keep everyone from coming and going, by all means necessary.  Check this book out and see how it worked out for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5847036806314524845?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5847036806314524845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5847036806314524845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5847036806314524845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5847036806314524845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/11/isolate.html' title='Isolate'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2085356706840963560</id><published>2009-10-28T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:13:31.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hiding Place</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Hiding Place"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Corrie ten Boom.  This story of a family from Holland that hid Jews during the German occupation was incredible.  The faith they lived out makes me jealous and introspective.  My life looks cushy and boring in comparison.  I don't wish their hardships on my life.  But I am jealous of their wild adventure with the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes from the book:  "I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work he will give us to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest story in the book is when the ten Boom family asks a local pastor to care for a Jewish baby that just arrived at their home.  Corrie picks up the story as she pulls back the covers so this pastor can see the baby:  "There was a long silence.  The man bent forward, his hand in spite of himself reaching for the tiny fist curled around the blanket.  For a moment I saw compassion and fear struggle in his face.  Then he straightened.  'No.  Definitely not.  We could lose our lives for that Jewish child!'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, this guy probably missed the adventure of a lifetime.  And didn't a Jewish child lose His life for this pastor already?  Hmmm.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lesson Corrie learned from her sister Betsie:  to give thanks in all circumstances.  When the sisters arrived in Ravensbruck  concentration camp they soon discovered their barracks and straw bedding were flea infested.  Betsie insisted they could give thanks even for fleas.  I read this thinking, as the author did also, that there is no possible way God can use fleas for anything positive.  And as I write this there is a verse that comes to mind that goes something like "my thoughts are higher than your thoughts; my ways higher than your ways" ...........or something close.  And months later Corrie writes that she never could understand the freedom her and the ladies of Barracks 28 had while on knitting duty.  You see, the German guards and officers NEVER entered this area.  Why?  The fleas!  And while the knitters of Barracks 28 worked, the ten Boom sisters were able to read to the others from the bible they managed to smuggle in.  And light shined in the darkest of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may assume, as I did, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Hiding Place"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is where Corrie ten Boom and her family hid and cared for Jews.  A physical place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the book and find out what the real hiding place is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2085356706840963560?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2085356706840963560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2085356706840963560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2085356706840963560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2085356706840963560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiding-place.html' title='The Hiding Place'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5456063533759723777</id><published>2009-10-20T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:40:53.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a person of influence</title><content type='html'>I wanted to encourage any readers of my blog (okay, both of you) to read this one as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathleenfinley.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.kathleenfinley.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen is a high school student that is a great writer, an aspiring actress, and a Jesus follower.  I found her most recent blog, titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tom Hanks!",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very interesting.  She writes about how awesome it was to meet him and spend a day with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you I have met someone way more interesting than Tom Hanks.  I know this young lady, let's call her Kat, that is way more influential than Tom.  She recently spent time in a foreign country learning about God's heart for children on the margins and the poor.  And she came home different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes and blogs about her experiences and life and all kinds of interesting things.  She has hopes and dreams that include building the kingdom of God in her lifetime and not just about how much stuff and money she can collect.  And then she went to a theatre teacher along with her sister (let's call her Liz) and stated her concern about the inappropriateness of the play the class was to learn and perform.  And lo and behold the teacher................changed the play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's leadership!  That's courage!  That's influence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I know this girl with way more influence than Tom Hanks.  A young lady with the hope of Christ in her heart who not only learned from me on a mission trip, but taught me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Finley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5456063533759723777?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5456063533759723777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5456063533759723777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5456063533759723777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5456063533759723777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/10/person-of-influence.html' title='a person of influence'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4410509202183159440</id><published>2009-09-19T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:13:33.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got peace?</title><content type='html'>"You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; are fixed on you!  Trust in the Lord always, for the Lord God is the eternal Rock."  Isaiah 26:  3,4 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust:  reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing;  confidence;  hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is not superficial or easy.  It doesn't happen overnight.  It comes from a deep relationship and time spent with someone.  And trust is a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't, shouldn't even,  trust someone that you met last night.  You can't really know someone that you may or may not even spend an hour with on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we trust God if we really don't know Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chewing on this verse this morning and I notice that the "perfect peace" comes from keeping my thoughts on God and trusting Him.  I have to act.  I have to move toward God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed that perfect peace is a place inside of me and not  necessarily me getting what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4410509202183159440?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4410509202183159440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4410509202183159440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4410509202183159440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4410509202183159440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-peace.html' title='Got peace?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4809134781419888081</id><published>2009-09-14T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:52:40.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Less Toothbrush</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my wife Chris and I moved our 19 year old son (our youngest) to Tennessee. &lt;br /&gt;The state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were a town close to here.  But it’s not.  It’s over an eight  hour drive away.  And I miss him already.  As a father I have secretly looked forward to the empty nest days.  And I think it hit me this summer as we were preparing for Andrew’s move:  I miss yesterday more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drive past soccer fields I think back to the days when both my kids played.  It was drudgery sometimes, that getting up early on a Saturday morning with much of your day planned out.  Not to mention practice a couple  times a week.  And then there was baseball.  Man did we spend lots of time together.  Practice several times a week before the season started and then two or three games a week.  You learn a lot about each other as a father and son.  As I  drive past a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ball field&lt;/span&gt; I have specific memories that stand out for each one.  And the great families and  friends and kids I met along the way.  And more recently the concerts we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; gone to and even driving to the recreation center to work out and play some hoops.  I even miss the thrash metal music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emanating&lt;/span&gt; from his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days.  My dad always told my wife and I to appreciate them.  He said they grow up fast.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get it at the time.  And I can give the same advice to other parents.  But you have to experience a little separation to really get it, I think.  Maybe when they go off to college.  Or if they move away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look forward to some “down time” on the raising kids thing.  And then that time comes.  And suddenly you realize they were not yours alone to begin with.  They were created by God for His glory and you were just a partner in raising them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day every parent will  walk into the bathroom and realize what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s one less toothbrush in the holder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4809134781419888081?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4809134781419888081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4809134781419888081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4809134781419888081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4809134781419888081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-less-toothbrush.html' title='One Less Toothbrush'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2585854890938665821</id><published>2009-09-03T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:29:21.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee and RN life</title><content type='html'>What a difference a year will make in the life of mi familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my wife Chris and I leave for Tennessee to move our son Andrew down there.  He and some old and new friends are forming a band.  They will worship God with their life and their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter Sara just stated her senior year of nursing school at Kent State Stark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time next year Andrew will have recorded and published some music.   Sara will be an RN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time marches on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2585854890938665821?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2585854890938665821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2585854890938665821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2585854890938665821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2585854890938665821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/tennessee-and-rn-life.html' title='Tennessee and RN life'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6565882562330308916</id><published>2009-08-18T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:57:57.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Hope?</title><content type='html'>My Grandpa Evans passed away last night.  My grandma passed away some 25 years ago so it's cool that he finally gets to see her again.  He waited a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as a believer I sometimes wonder if heaven will be boring.  Are we just gonna bow at the throne and worship all day and sniff incense?  And then I remembered that God put over 200 different muscles in a single caterpillar.  If He bothered to be that creative with the earth and everything in it, how much more will heaven rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa was basically blind.  But no more.  A line from a Mercy Me song comes to mind:  "The blind frozen, by colors in view."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming to the party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6565882562330308916?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6565882562330308916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6565882562330308916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6565882562330308916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6565882562330308916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-hope.html' title='Got Hope?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2723440313955236196</id><published>2009-08-08T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:30:03.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed door or Challenge?</title><content type='html'>Our time at Austin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peay&lt;/span&gt;  State Univ yesterday was fruitful.  We learned a lot.  But not what we wanted.  Basically the only way for a student to get in-state tuition is for the parents to move (we're not moving) or to not claim the student as a dependent.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;...... we are kicking Andrew out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were pretty bummed.  Stunned actually.  We thought we knew what the plan was.  We sat around at the University Center wondering what the heck to  do.  Then Jacob called about the church being open so we drove there to unload Andrew's drums.  When we got there most of  the  band members were present so we got to meet them for the first time.  Andrew felt pretty good after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked some and went apartment shopping and found some decent places.  So it looks like the plan right now may be for him to take one year off  school so we can file 2009 taxes without claiming him as a dependent.  Then in a year he can get the in-state tuition rate.  We will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool talking with him late last night about how God works.  And we both wondered out loud if this is a closed door from Him or the enemies attempt to keep Andrew from following God.  Anyone else wonder why He doesn't just speak audibly?  That would make this so much  easier.  But maybe that would take the whole faith equation away.  I  think God is way more interested in us connecting and seeking Him than He  is in just giving us an answer.   It's all about who we are becoming on the journey and not the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noted this quote from Brennan Manning numerous times and it is so appropriate here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Craving clarity we seek to eliminate the risk of trusting God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2723440313955236196?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2723440313955236196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2723440313955236196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2723440313955236196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2723440313955236196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/closed-door-or-challenge.html' title='Closed door or Challenge?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1587362852659971173</id><published>2009-08-07T07:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:00:21.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A big day</title><content type='html'>I'm in Clarksville, TN with my son Andrew.  He is moving here to join a worship band and go to college at Austin Peay State University.  Today is a big day.  No, today is a huge day.  There is about $10,000.00 per year difference in tuition for in-state and out-of-state residents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can not afford the out of state rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need God to come through in a big way.  Not sure what we will do if not.  Andrew needs to be a full time student to have health insurance.  And to not have to start paying back the student loans we already have.  And then there's lodging (we have no idea where he is going to live at this point) and auto insurance and the list goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, are you here with us?  Is this where you want Andrew to be?  We've asked you before and we think the answer is "yes".  I guess that's one way of determining His will.  You walk through doors until they close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm way out on a limb here as a father.  Maybe that's how He felt when He sent His son to die for us.  That is His rescue plan.  There is no plan "B".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1587362852659971173?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1587362852659971173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1587362852659971173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1587362852659971173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1587362852659971173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-day.html' title='A big day'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1668443439864748888</id><published>2009-08-01T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:03:24.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs. grass-eating bull</title><content type='html'>Psalm 106:20 struck me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psalmist is re-capping a little Israeli history.  They havn't been too long from Egypt when they lost patience waiting for Moses to come down from the mountain after his conference with God.  So they melted all their gold and made a calf.  They wanted something to worship.  Something to capture their imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They traded their glorious God for a statue of a grass-eating bull." (NLT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realize I've traded God for trivial, meaningless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any grass-eating bulls in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1668443439864748888?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1668443439864748888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1668443439864748888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1668443439864748888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1668443439864748888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-vs-grass-eating-bull.html' title='God vs. grass-eating bull'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-7114886989239244355</id><published>2009-07-31T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:02:21.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could we be in trouble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the  way in which it treats its children."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nelson Mandela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-7114886989239244355?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7114886989239244355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=7114886989239244355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7114886989239244355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7114886989239244355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/could-we-be-in-trouble.html' title='Could we be in trouble?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2080797615159904853</id><published>2009-07-28T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:04:33.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ministers</title><content type='html'>Last week in Ecuador I met five of THE best ministers I have ever know. Well, actually I already know them. I just got to see them in action like never before last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is who they are not. They are not the preacher from the church we attended. They are not the local missionaries who have been living there for years. They are not employed by Compassion International or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ChildReach&lt;/span&gt; Ministries or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HCJB&lt;/span&gt; or Extreme Response. They are not keynote speakers at a conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is who they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schario&lt;/span&gt; age 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Schario&lt;/span&gt; age 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Schario&lt;/span&gt; age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Schario&lt;/span&gt; age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Schario&lt;/span&gt; age 5 (going on 15 according to her dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them preached a sermon or taught a bible lesson. They were simply present. It was awesome to see Matthew get into the thick of all the soccer action and help out wherever needed. He is also a good writer and thinker. Check out his thoughts at &lt;a href="http://www.schario.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.schario.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. He's also pretty darn funny too. If there is a young person more interested in the animals God created than Adam I have not met them. Adam loves them all and had a hard time tasting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuy&lt;/span&gt; (guinea pig) cause he knew it was once alive. Mallory has the gifts of motherhood and shepherding to the highest degree. To see her with the kids in Ecuador is a real treat. Jon Mark is incredibly affectionate and not afraid to show it. One of the most creative 7 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; I have been around. He loved on the mission team. And then there is Ellie. Can the gift of leadership show up in a 5 year old? It sure can. I have seen it. Ellie will take anyone young or old, rich or poor, white or brown, by the hand and lead them exactly where she thinks they should go. There is no pretense or favoritism in her being. And she already knows way more Spanish words than her dad. Probably comes from all the conversations she has with the Ecuadorian kids. If Ellie is not talking, well............she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch these kids minister to kids was the gospel in action. Real time spent with people. Loving them. Getting to know them. Suffering with them. That is who Jesus was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And a little child will lead them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2080797615159904853?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2080797615159904853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2080797615159904853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2080797615159904853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2080797615159904853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-ministers.html' title='5 Ministers'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8570365180704552036</id><published>2009-07-25T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:55:17.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelin Man</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to leave our lodging for the Quito airport.  CAK tomorrow morning at 11:45 am if all goes according to plan.  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8570365180704552036?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8570365180704552036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8570365180704552036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8570365180704552036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8570365180704552036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/travelin-man.html' title='Travelin Man'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-710248048423784116</id><published>2009-07-25T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:32:02.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador is Burning</title><content type='html'>Well, not the whole country.  Just the 1/2 acre hillside beside the building we are living in for the week.  We came "home" from our Vacation Bible School yesterday to find it charred and smoking.  And Dan Malloy with Extreme Response (the ministry that manages our building), who, amazingly enough, is from Akron, OH, told the story.  He arrived in the afternoon to find the whole hillside in flames.  And no one was putting it out.  So Dan called the fire department and then went on the roof with his daughter, got a hose hooked up, and started dousing the flames.  When the fire departement arrived 30 minutes later...............yes I wrote 30 MINUTES LATER..............Dan, his daughter, and a neighbor had the fire mostly out.  But check this out:  the fire department was 2 dudes on motorcycles with water filled backpacks!  That's crazy and cool all at once.  So these guys &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really took  over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; once they arrived (sarcasm intended).  They went up on our roof and used the hoses Dan and his  daughter had used and made sure the fire was out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either all the buildings in Quito, Ecuador are concrete because they don't have a fire department, or there's not much of a fire department in Quito, Ecuador because all the buildings are concrete.  Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is really burning in Ecuador is the hearts of my mission team for these people and these children, and God inside them.  I am so proud of how they came here open and ready to experience everything and soaked it all in.  Yesterday's VBS/Carnival was a blast with 166 kids from the La Comuna neighborhood.  We had about  a dozen game stations and smiles were to be had all around.   The sister's Finley wrote an incredible skit (performed mimed) and recruited some of the team members to act it out.  It was about a girl who kept trading her heart for the the things of this world and the deceitfullness of wealth.  She ended up with it torn in pieces.  Jesus (aka Tom Valentine) came and blew away her broken heart and gave her a new one.  I really enjoyed watching from the back as all the  kids got silent and stood on their chairs to see.  A sacred moment for me for sure.  Video on youtube to  follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-710248048423784116?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/710248048423784116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=710248048423784116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/710248048423784116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/710248048423784116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/ecuador-is-burning.html' title='Ecuador is Burning'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8647910646140294110</id><published>2009-07-21T07:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:02:58.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGHlights</title><content type='html'>I've been asking the team each night to describe the highlight of each day for them.  And as I think about my response to this several things come to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty amazing to have 4 local families willing to host us for dinner last night.  So we divided into four teams and just happened to have (enter God) four people with enough spanish to get us through and be able to talk with the families.  One group went to a very small home that invited all their relatives over.  Not to eat with them as they couldn't afford to feed that many, but to see the gringos.  Another group went to the home of a single mother and ate with her and her daughter and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Krista said Monday was the best day of her life.  That's exciting for me to hear from an 18 year old college student who spent the day painting, playing soccer with the neighborhood kids, and leading her group in conversation at dinner with her spanish.  I would bet that 90% of the rest of the 18 year olds from the United States would describe the day as their best ever after lounging on the beach or getting an iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will have to answer this question for me with seeing two girls at the Nuevos Amigos site that I have not see for two years.  Carolina and Veronica.  I had lunch with them over two years ago there.  And these are girls with hope thanks to Compassion International and Nuevos Amigos.  One wants to be a teacher.  The other a nurse.  As the day was winding down Christy wanted to pray with the kids and we ended up asking Carolina to pray.  And it was in Spanish and not translated and sounded like beautiful music.  Maybe that's why in Revelation our prayers are described as being like incense to God.  They are transformed into something more than words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they transform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8647910646140294110?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8647910646140294110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8647910646140294110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8647910646140294110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8647910646140294110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/highlights.html' title='HIGHlights'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-245215507734161926</id><published>2009-07-16T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:28:35.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ChildReach'/><title type='text'>mission team dynamics</title><content type='html'>So as usual I am really looking forward to getting my team to Quito, Ecuador this Saturday.  It's the first mission trip for all but one and most have never been out of the country.  We're a part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ChildReach&lt;/span&gt; Ministries (www.childreachministrie.org) and will spend time painting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nuevos&lt;/span&gt; Amigos Christian School, visiting Compassion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internationals&lt;/span&gt; child survival and leadership development programs,  meeting the kids we sponsor, attending a cross cultural worship service, putting on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;/Carnival and seeing poverty on a level that is hard to compare with anything in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my team doesn't realize it yet, but we will become fast friends.  I am always amazed at how this takes years to accomplish when we are all wrapped up  in jobs and school and parenthood and whatever but takes about 4 days on the mission field.  Why is that?  I believe it's because of what we experience together:  incredible joy, deep sorrow, a God who comes on strong and is way bigger than we ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you ready Tom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, Shawn, Krista, Kim, Jeff, Marty, Lisa, Jonathan, Rachel and Karissa?  Ready to meet people who live in extreme poverty but have incredible joy? &lt;br /&gt;Ready to have your heart broken by the beautiful brown haired, brown eyed children of Ecuador?  And ready to make some friends and have an experience you  will remember for the rest of your life?   Here we go............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-245215507734161926?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/245215507734161926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=245215507734161926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/245215507734161926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/245215507734161926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/mission-team-dynamics.html' title='mission team dynamics'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2358373616025472605</id><published>2009-07-11T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:27:11.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>god moments</title><content type='html'>I'm learning that most "God Moments" happen along the way to somewhere else.  They are unexpected, unplanned.  They seem like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interruptions&lt;/span&gt;.  I think I end up missing most of these moments.  I'm a planner and don't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt; to my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was good at this.  Much of his interaction with people seems to have occurred on the way to somewhere.  He was great at being truly present in the moment.  He soaked in every opportunity to be with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the Lock 3 concert in Akron we met a dad and his two daughters.  But not until we were leaving.  It was crowded so my wife Chris told them they could spread out a little into our space (they were sitting behind us on the lawn).  We chatted a bit and were amazed to discover they are driving up from Columbus every weekend for these concerts.  "We don't have anything like this", the dad said.  He told us hid oldest daughter, who looked maybe 12, loves older music like The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I walked away and drove home, I thought about them.  I wanted to connect with them in a deeper way.  Like offering them a place to stay when they come up.  But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss a "God Moment" last night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2358373616025472605?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2358373616025472605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2358373616025472605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2358373616025472605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2358373616025472605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-moments.html' title='god moments'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-7378755030943996873</id><published>2009-07-03T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:30:59.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"ReJesus:  A Wild Messiah for a Missional Church"</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I'm bored with middle-class, good mannered religion. And just like God vandalizing the temple curtain, authors Michael Frost and Alan Hirsch spray graffiti on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; wall. But not out of contempt. They do it in deep love for her, asking her, asking you and I, to turn; to re-turn to the core of the founder. Jesus the Nazarene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the book is somewhat of a difficult read, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; trudging through it. Their sentiment about the church, especially in the West, resonates with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To be sure, we do not like gatherings of strangers who never meet or know each other outside of Sundays, who sit passively while virtual strangers preach and lead singing, who put up with second-rate pseudo-community under the guise of connection with each other, who live different lives from Monday to Saturday than they do on Sunday, whose sole expression of worship is pop-style praise and worship, who rarely laugh together, fight injustice together, eat together, pray together, raise each others' children together, serve the poor together, or share Jesus with those who have not yet been set free. We do not like the church if it's a fractured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; with hundreds of competing creeds, names, and doctrines, teaching a multitude of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;contradictory&lt;/span&gt; beliefs and insisting on compliance with a raft of recently invented traditions. But if it's a family of Jesus followers striving, no matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inadequately&lt;/span&gt;, to be Christlike, holistic, peace-loving, worshipful, devoted, graced, holy and healthy, then we will love it with every ounce of physical and emotional strength we have." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-7378755030943996873?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7378755030943996873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=7378755030943996873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7378755030943996873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7378755030943996873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejesus-wild-messiah-for-missional.html' title='&quot;ReJesus:  A Wild Messiah for a Missional Church&quot;'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8335294624450695713</id><published>2009-06-27T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:38:44.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schario  Family Adventure</title><content type='html'>My friend/mentor/guy I can tell anything to/brutha from anotha mutha and his family are in Quito, Ecuador for the summer.  They are there to give themselves away by serving children in poverty.  They will meet some incredible people.  They will come home filled up with  God and Hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow their summer at www.schario.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8335294624450695713?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8335294624450695713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8335294624450695713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8335294624450695713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8335294624450695713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/schario-family-adventure.html' title='Schario  Family Adventure'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5498057478753151117</id><published>2009-06-24T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:25:05.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peru'/><title type='text'>5 matchbox cars and the early church</title><content type='html'>My wife Chris and I visited the Compassion child my grandparents sponsor while we were in Peru last week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt; was shy and reserved but came out of his shell rather quickly.  His mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merlini&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; brother Dustin came along with him for the visit.  We learned his father, Manuel, is a sewer for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite  part of the day was watching him play with the 5 matchbox cars from the backpack we gave him.  They were his favorite, which made me wonder what would happen when brother Dustin got his hands on one.  Well I was loving the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt; shared right off the bat, just like it was second nature.  They ran those 5 cars over logs and grass and concrete and chairs together, basically everything they could find.   And then they both seemed to  remember the slides they played on earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  soon found myself watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt; and Dustin climb up through the tubes to let the cars go screaming down the slides.  They could have done that all day I think.  Enter 15 other compassion kids and siblings playing in the same area.  I found myself keeping track of those cars for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt;.  It seemed they meant a lot to him and I didn't want other kids taking his property.  All was going well until Luis, a compassion child a few years older than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt;, entered the scene.  He watched the cars go down the slide and then positioned himself at the bottom one time as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt; released the cars from the top.  So I figured this was where I  would get to step in and explain to  Luis that these were not his cars and could you please give them back.  I even pictured Luis running off with them an me chasing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So down came the cars, followed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt;.  When he got to the bottom there was Luis, holding the cars.  I  watched.  I expected an argument at the least and a fight at worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Luis  simply handed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt; the cars and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jhordy&lt;/span&gt; handed one back and they both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;proceded&lt;/span&gt; to race those cars down the slide.  The cars, it seems, were not private property.  They  were to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of something I've read about the early church sharing all their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; so no one was in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Compassion sponsored boys under the age of 8, whose families probably live on less per day than I spend for a cup  of coffee, gave me a Bible lesson in practical life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"........and a little child will lead them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5498057478753151117?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5498057478753151117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5498057478753151117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5498057478753151117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5498057478753151117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-matchbox-cars-and-early-church.html' title='5 matchbox cars and the early church'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1965253229760450608</id><published>2009-06-13T03:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:35:28.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peru</title><content type='html'>Long travel day to Peru starts now (3:30am) and completes about midnight tonight............or is that tomorrow night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1965253229760450608?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1965253229760450608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1965253229760450608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1965253229760450608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1965253229760450608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/peru.html' title='peru'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4840452138310930054</id><published>2009-05-28T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:00:59.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 6 +31 = ?</title><content type='html'>? = sweet, beautiful chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 movie (monsters &amp;amp; aliens in 3D at Great Escape) plus 6 adults (and I use that term loosely) plus 31 Hands of Hope kids was an interesting adventure yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected poor kids from the projects to  be a little awed by a  movie at a theatre on a big screen, especially in 3D.  Which really means I expected them to sit and be quiet and "good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted more popcorn and something to drink and to sit in a different seat and beside someone else and to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water and they talked over the movie and.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This in one difference I notice in these kids compared to the poor in Ecuador and Peru.  Here in the United States we seem to  all be born with an innate desire to get more for numero uno, ourselves.  The kids in Ecuador and Peru are incredibly generous.  Yes, these observations are oversimplified generalizations, but there is truth therein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I notice the Hands of Hope kids have in common with South American kids:  I love them deeply.  They are loud and obnoxious and somewhat ungrateful and incredibly beautiful and made in the image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a kick out of helping D'marco navigate the sink and automatic electric hand dryers  in the restroom.  He had no idea how to get soap out of that stainless steel arm hanging over the sink.  It was neat watching him figure out the dryer.  He pushed it on all sides until figuring out it came on automatically as he put his hands under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two dryers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran back and forth between them trying to keep them both running at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4840452138310930054?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4840452138310930054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4840452138310930054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4840452138310930054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4840452138310930054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-6-31.html' title='1 + 6 +31 = ?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4029136901491324288</id><published>2009-05-23T08:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:19:06.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in 3504</title><content type='html'>My journal entry from last Sunday 5.17.09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30PM, Aultman Hospital, Palliative Care Unit, room 3504.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Royer has hours, or less, on this earth. She is heavily sedated. She is very thin and 89 and ready to die. She's been lonely and misses her husband dearly since Grandpa's passing in March 2008. She always said she would scold him for leaving her so unexpectedly when she gets to heaven. Please go easy on him Grandma, it was not his plan to leave you. Maybe you could just beat him in a game of tennis with your cancer free body. Enjoy it my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what it will be like to touch the wounds of our savior. You shall know very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today may be your last day here. A cool but sunny day in the spring time. Chris and I got here about 7:30AM. Your pulse rate is rapid and your breath shallow. Sara and Andrew made it to say their "good-bye" to you. I hope you could hear them. They took Chris to get some lunch so it is just you and I here in 3504. Morphine is dripping in your veins. Oxygen hisses through the tube. Water bubbles constantly, adding moisture to your breaths. Your hands and feet are cold as your body struggles to supply them with blood. Your feet especially are ashen. Your eyes are closed, your mouth hangs open, your body skeletal and motionless. And you are beautiful to me. I watch the pulse in your neck to see if you are still with me here in 3504. Classical music plays on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go if you want, Grandma. I'm sure heaven prepares for your arrival. Perhaps your husband and your mother have been summoned to the gate to escort you into the King's presence. But probably not. Even though the King has a kingdom and a throne, He seems most like Himself as He serves. So maybe upon your arrival there will be just one there at the gate to greet you. And He will begin to take you toward the throne. And you will look at this one and know there is something about him. "But no", you'll think, "he can't be the King. He's dressed in commoners clothes." And yet your heart will burn within you. "Could it be him?", you think. You consider asking him. But you don't. "Surely the King would wear a crown and flowing robe and have an entourage. Would a king open and close the city gate like this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you get to the throne. And the one you walk with sits on it and says "welcome home, Carolyn". And his light illuminates the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma went home Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into marvelous light I'm runnin', out of darkness out of shame. By the cross you are the life you are the truth you are the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4029136901491324288?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4029136901491324288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4029136901491324288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4029136901491324288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4029136901491324288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-in-3504.html' title='Here in 3504'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8840850541197668458</id><published>2009-05-09T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:07:44.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the pinning</title><content type='html'>Spent the afternoon at Malone University yesterday watching the class of 2009 receive their nursing pins.  There were about 70 students.  I had the honor of spending a week in Peru with 15% of them.  It is  truly amazing how you can spend one week on a mission trip with someone and be friends for life.  Those of you who've done this  know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jessica, Jon, Alyssa, Braedyn, Brannyn, Stephanie, Elisabeth, Ashley, Rebecca, Rachel and Bethany begin a new chapter in their lives.  They will move on, move away.  My prayer for them all is that they stay connected to the one who made them and  his  will for their lives.  May their time in Peru continue to be a part of their  life and  lifestyle decisions.  May they spread out through the world and be salt and light and advocates for children at risk.  May they have a radical faith willing to follow the Man/God from Nazareth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time next year I'll write the same post.  And I'll pray the same prayer.  And the names will be different.  Right Dana, Ashley, Shane, Jacoby, Sarah, Alexandra, Corie, Tabitha, Kathleen, Amanda, Brooke, Melissa and Nikki?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8840850541197668458?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8840850541197668458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8840850541197668458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8840850541197668458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8840850541197668458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/pinning.html' title='the pinning'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6520116073331832303</id><published>2009-05-02T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:19:13.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tears in a bottle</title><content type='html'>Imagine a friend that would never leave you  or forsake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend that believes in you just because it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One willing to celebrate your achievements and sit with you in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a God like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You keep track of all my sorrows.  You have collected all my tears in your bottle.  You have recorded each one in your book."  - Psalm 56:8 (NLT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  matter what you've done, or where you've been, God is catching and recording every single teardrop.   He's recording them in His book.   And yet He is willing to keep no record of wrongs.  Incredible.  I really don't get that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6520116073331832303?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6520116073331832303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6520116073331832303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6520116073331832303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6520116073331832303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tears-in-bottle.html' title='tears in a bottle'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1578366052294546828</id><published>2009-03-30T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:50:58.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lamb for THE Lamb?</title><content type='html'>Jesus the Nazarene, light of the world, holy Lord, mighty to save, the Lion of Judah, the perfect Lamb of God and sacrifice for  sin, once and for all, King of kings, Lord of  lords.  Your parents were so poor they couldn't afford to  give the standard burnt offering for a first-born son:  a young lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to give the smaller offering of two turtledoves or pigeons (Luke 2:24; Leviticus 12:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents of the Lamb of God couldn't afford a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something upside down about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1578366052294546828?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1578366052294546828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1578366052294546828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1578366052294546828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1578366052294546828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/lamb-for-lamb.html' title='A Lamb for THE Lamb?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5460628603938578214</id><published>2009-03-16T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:42:22.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ON the VERGE</title><content type='html'>Reading in Numbers chapters 13 and 14 this morning.  It's the part of the story where the people of Israel are on the edge of the promised land.  They are on the verge of entering it.  Moses sends out spies to case the place and see if the land is fertile, whether the towns are fortified, what the crops are like and how populated the place is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spies report about the land indeed flowing with milk and honey.  But they say the walled cities are impenetrable and the people are giants ( two of the spies say they should go and take the land - but that's a different story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people become so fearful they cry all night.  They consider deposing Moses and appointing a new leader.  They want to go back to Egypt; back to slavery.  Incredible!  The promised land, their freedom, is right in front of their face.  How stupid!  What cowards!  And how just like me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  What sins and addictions and selfishness and stuff do you need freedom from?  Our God wants to free us from those things.  That's Jesus Christ's self proclaimed mission:  to set captives free.  And we follow that path for awhile.  We confess and are forgiven and come to the edge of really getting free.  But we turn back.  To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brokenness&lt;/span&gt;.  To Egypt.  To slavery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God gets ticked off at them.  And they get to spend the next 39 years wandering the desert.  And no one alive at that time (except the two spies that wanted to go take the land right away) get to see the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are Israel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5460628603938578214?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5460628603938578214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5460628603938578214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5460628603938578214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5460628603938578214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-verge.html' title='ON the VERGE'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2256425622382785000</id><published>2009-03-10T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:34:09.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Campaigna Medica</title><content type='html'>Today the nursing team I  am with here in Peru went to the town of Chilca for a free medical clinic.  We worked under 2 medical doctors, a pediatrician, social worker, psychologist, lawyer (giving free legal advice), gynecologist and a dentist.  Over 250 people were served with needed medicines, clothing and good old fashioned attention.  I had the honor of giving a video  interview with the local police and mayor about why we were there.  It was cool to tell them we come down to Peru to be a blessing and end up getting more than we give.  And that it's all because of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day the ChildReach staff in Peru talked to the lawyer, who is also the area director for the Canete region of Peru.  He asked us to consider coming to Canete to do a medical clinic in the near future.  He said the need is great.  Over 15,000 people are in need of medical help in the area as well as the suffering that continues following the 2007 earthquake.  So without making any promises we said we would consider brining our January nursing team there for a clinic.  He said that would be nice but  wondered if we could consider coming sooner.  He reinforced how great the need is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any nurses or doctors out there that want to us their skills and blessings to help the people of Canete?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2256425622382785000?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2256425622382785000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2256425622382785000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2256425622382785000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2256425622382785000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/campaigna-medica.html' title='Campaigna Medica'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2063254667368107898</id><published>2009-03-09T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:32:51.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>airport run</title><content type='html'>Made another airport run last night (today technically) to pick up Nikki.  She got there on time.  No luggage.  So another 2:00am bed time but all  is well.  Medical clinic #1 today at Hogar de Ninos Orphanage.  It will be a chaotic, beautiful  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and saw some friends at the airport last night.  I met Jack and Patricia on the last trip down to Peru and there they were.  I couldn't believe it.  I've really been thinking about whether I should stay in contact with them and I guess when God puts someone in your face like that you get your answer.  So there we are talking and catching up and they introduce me to their friend, who grew up  in Stark County!  It truly is a small world.  And God is way bigger than I ever imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2063254667368107898?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2063254667368107898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2063254667368107898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2063254667368107898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2063254667368107898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/airport-run.html' title='airport run'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2502237167197508561</id><published>2009-03-06T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:46:32.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho The Dairyooooooo</title><content type='html'>The farmer in the dell.  Okay I have no idea what a dell is.  I know, I know - a computer you idiot.  Somehow I  don't think that's what the old fairytale nwriter meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the farmer is leaving the dell.  This  trip to  Peru I  have the honor of meeting a dairy farmer who raised an architect who is now a missionary building an orphange.  Dad the farmer will see the architect son's work in real life for the first time this coming Sunday.  I  can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group is also 13 Malone University nursing students, 2 Compassion International sponsors, a pastor, an RN, a living machine engineer, and me.  We will set up some free medical clinics, tour a hospital, do some construction work and learn what God is up to.  And I think  it's something big.  I can't wait to see what He does in these lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2502237167197508561?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2502237167197508561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2502237167197508561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2502237167197508561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2502237167197508561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-ho-dairyooooooo.html' title='Hi Ho The Dairyooooooo'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4020355362479796634</id><published>2009-02-28T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:55:55.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>enigma</title><content type='html'>Reading in Matthew 26 a few days ago something struck me about Judas the Betrayer.  Matthew writes about Judas going to the chief priests to betray Jesus  right after an incident where a woman came to the meal Jesus was having with his disciples.  She had an expensive jar of  perfume and she used the entire thing up on Jesus' feet.  This account says the disciples were indignant (translation:  pretty ticked off) about this, thinking it a waste.  This expensive perfume could have been sold and the money given to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my thought about Judas:  he was accountant for the group.  This might have upset him even more than the rest as money manager.  Maybe he hadn't been plotting his betrayal all along.  Maybe he just snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Steven James wrote another poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;judas betrayed you for thirty pieces of silver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgive me for all the times i've done it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet you've chosen to call me friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me to live like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm both captured and set free by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mystery of your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enigma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4020355362479796634?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4020355362479796634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4020355362479796634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4020355362479796634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4020355362479796634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/enigma.html' title='enigma'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8482496345474850960</id><published>2009-02-24T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:56:02.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>las palabras bonitas</title><content type='html'>Author Steven James wrote a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"lover of my soul, i've been unfaithful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flirting with the lurid promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of fortune and glory and passion and fame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of lust and pride and greed and comfort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've followed them into the bedroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   where i think no one will find me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   where i hope you're not watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   where we live out our fantasies together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've slept in the arms of so many lovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they've left me hollowed out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a corpse and an empty casing tumbling in the wind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've cheated on you again and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the red-light district of my soul."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8482496345474850960?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8482496345474850960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8482496345474850960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8482496345474850960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8482496345474850960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/las-palabras-bonitas.html' title='las palabras bonitas'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2676135265031700888</id><published>2009-02-21T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:58:05.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I'm not even going to comment on what Hillary Clinton said below, as quoted on CNN.com's  homepage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has broached the issue of human rights with Chinese leaders, but said that the world economic and other crises are more pressing. "Human rights cannot interfere with the global economic crisis, the global climate change crisis and the security crises," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am going to comment.  And it goes along with the last post somewhat.  It seems to me that empires do what's best...........for the empire.  So let's just go and overlook human rights so we can all hoard more and push down the oppressed even futher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2676135265031700888?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2676135265031700888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2676135265031700888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2676135265031700888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2676135265031700888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-857454606294874091</id><published>2009-02-14T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:47:12.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus Wants To Save Christians"</title><content type='html'>Author:  Rob Bell &amp;amp; Don Golden&lt;br /&gt;Rating:  ***½&lt;br /&gt;This book will not allow me to read the Bible the same again, ever.  I think I’ve always read it with a bent toward God’s favor and blessing on me and my country.  The authors write a lot about empire in this book.  About how Israel was delivered from the hands of the oppressive Egyptian empire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they became one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My America is an empire.  So I am now reading the Bible from the perspective of the oppressor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that changes everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and appreciate the United States.  I am grateful for clean water, abundant food, the right to vote and a relatively safe life.  I am grateful to the men and women who serve and die for this.  But maybe my lifestyle, my consumption, my empire is perpetuating the suffering of millions.  Think about this:  one billion people in the world (roughly 1/6th of the population) do not have access to clean drinking water while today I used between 100 and 150 gallons of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.  Maybe Jesus came to set people free……………..from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quote from the book:  “At the height of their power, Israel misconstrued God’s blessings as favoritism and entitlement.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm……….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-857454606294874091?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/857454606294874091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=857454606294874091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/857454606294874091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/857454606294874091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesus-wants-to-save-christians.html' title='&quot;Jesus Wants To Save Christians&quot;'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3029633778377067612</id><published>2009-02-06T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:51:27.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little mind bender:</title><content type='html'>I need to chew on this one awhile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellence that feels it  has to be proclaimed, by the mere fact of its proclamation admits the doubt of its existence." - CleoMae Dungy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3029633778377067612?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3029633778377067612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3029633778377067612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3029633778377067612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3029633778377067612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-mind-bender.html' title='a little mind bender:'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5665347837602444911</id><published>2009-01-27T06:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:35:03.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more ancient relevance</title><content type='html'>So if you're reading along and caught up you read/will read in Matthew 18 today.  And I love how Jesus raises the value of children in these writings.  I peeked ahead a little and he does the same thing in chapter 19.  Jesus answered his disciples' question about who was the greatest in the kingdom of heaven by showing them a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I love so much about this.  I looked back in chapter 17 to see where Jesus was.  And I'm not sure.  It notes he was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Capernaum&lt;/span&gt; and I think he and the disciples were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; house.  So when the questions gets asked, Jesus doesn't need to go out looking for a kid.  He was hanging out with them!  He simply calls a little child to him.  Sounds like close proximity to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks ago I'm sitting in church and when my buddy Pastor Dave gets up at the end of the service to give the benediction ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...........that's where he tells us the service is done and we should get out ) he says the most holy thing I've heard for awhile.  There had been a little child fussing a little during the service.  I remember that.  I remember what Dave said.  I don't remember what songs we sang or much about the sermon.  I'm not even sure who gave the sermon (sorry giver of the sermon).  But here is what Dave said.  He said he just wanted us all to know that kids are so very welcome in church!  He raised the value of little ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the radical and relevant Jesus, the kingdom is theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5665347837602444911?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5665347837602444911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5665347837602444911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5665347837602444911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5665347837602444911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-ancient-relevance_27.html' title='more ancient relevance'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4776436085779264343</id><published>2009-01-24T08:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:50:06.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ancient Relevance</title><content type='html'>I love the vivid descriptions of creation and nature as God sort of rips into Job in chapter 38. 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Can you direct the sequence of the seasons or guide the Bear with her cubs across the heavens?" By the way the reference to the Bear is most likely Ursa Major. It means "Great Bear" in Latin. The seven brightest stars form the Big Dipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what strikes me: I've always love a good sunrise. And while I'm not much into astronomy, I try to watch a lunar eclipse or a meteor shower if possible. I always thought of these things being on auto-pilot so to speak. I see God as having created them and then sitting back with a good cup of coffee and then just watching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that's how it works. I believe God creates the sunrise new every day. When it's time, it's like He says "Okay, now do it again." And like a symphony director, he orchestrates the movement of the stars across the sky. That makes these events sacred rather than automatic. 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Relevance'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</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/_TGj9C947fDI/SXsXRXcyiKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EhhcnJrgL6Y/s72-c/sunrise%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1324387875606532232</id><published>2009-01-16T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:16:45.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Relevance</title><content type='html'>So I'm a member of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; group called "The Ancient Relevance".  We are following a reading plan that takes us through the entire Bible in 2009.  And by what I'm about to write my fellow ancient revelers, no that's not right (although some of us probably were), my fellow ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relevanters&lt;/span&gt;,  that can't be right either,  my.........ummm............those of you reading along with me this  year, will be able to tell that I'm a bit behind the reading plan.  I will be catching up this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read through the Bible every year and it seems almost new every time.  I love that.  And this is especially true for me this year as I am reading the New Living Translation.  I've been an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NIVer&lt;/span&gt; for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job chapter 2 really struck me this morning.  Job has boils from head to toe.  And his friends have heard about him losing most all of his possessions and how all his kids have died in a tornado.  So they are traveling from their homes to comfort him.  When they arrive they are shocked.  They hardly even recognize Job.  And I love what they DON'T do in verse thirteen.  There's no false comfort, no empty greetings, no words about hanging in there till things get better, no attempt to explain his tragedy and circumstances away.  They just sit with him.  For days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and nights.  No one said a word to Job, for they saw that his suffering was too great for words."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our word "compassion" comes from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; words "com" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;passio&lt;/span&gt;", literally meaning to "suffer with."  Compassion, then is not just a feeling.  It is action.  To have compassion for someone is much more than loving them with head and heart.  It is to suffer with them.  It is to sponsor a child with Compassion International.  It is to take a mission trip with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ChildReach&lt;/span&gt; Ministries and hold an orphan in your arms.  It is to travel to the Ukraine and give teenagers a forever family through adoption.  It is to sit in the gutter with someone and say absolutely nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1324387875606532232?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1324387875606532232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1324387875606532232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1324387875606532232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1324387875606532232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/ancient-relevance.html' title='The Ancient Relevance'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3188212345501847442</id><published>2009-01-15T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:03:53.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>Last week I left Peru, with warm, no hot, 80 degree temperatures, which I love................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And came home to shovel 10" inches of snow.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wake up to single digit temps today..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a forecast of -27 degree wind chills tonight..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3188212345501847442?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3188212345501847442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3188212345501847442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3188212345501847442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3188212345501847442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha Ha'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2887278397650257211</id><published>2009-01-03T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:40:03.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a divine redirection</title><content type='html'>We have nurses down here on this trip to Peru from Kent State Stark and Malone University.   But the project was not planned as a medical outreach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the team was doing various construction jobs today at the Hannah's site we got a visit from an elderly lady named Julia.  The Peterson family met Julia while walking to church last Sunday.  They "went the wrong way"  and met her on the street.  Julia has a terrible infection on her foot that was not being tended or medicated properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Elisabeth and Jessica spent time with her, tenderly cleaning her wound and giving her some medication.  2 nurses who came to Peru to not be nurses were caregivers today.  Julia left with tears in her eyes as she thanked them for their care, their concern, their touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another great day in Peru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2887278397650257211?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2887278397650257211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2887278397650257211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2887278397650257211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2887278397650257211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/divine-redirection.html' title='a divine redirection'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6416613578242120298</id><published>2008-12-30T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:27:15.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peru</title><content type='html'>So a long day of travel begins by getting out of bed on new years eve at 3:00AM.  The team and I will land in Lima, Peru at 10:50PM if all goes as planned.  Yea right.  I'll just be happy if all the luggage makes it with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will all be worth it.  We'll do some construction work at Hannah's Home and Orphanage.  I have a feeling the Christmas parties we are hosting will be the highlight.  We expect to have over 1,000 kids and will play games, face paint and just have fun.  Then a little dancing and singing anda skit to share the gospel message.  All hosted by local churches.  So we have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege to not only tell 1,000 kids about Jesus, we'll see the international church at work and lift them up to their local neighborhoods.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;On my first trip down to Peru I thought I was taking Jesus to a third world country.  But I discovered He was already there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6416613578242120298?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6416613578242120298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6416613578242120298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6416613578242120298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6416613578242120298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/peru.html' title='Peru'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2637444619368569180</id><published>2008-12-25T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:46:15.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Birth</title><content type='html'>We’ve been talking a lot about the birth of Jesus in Church the last few weeks.  How the uncreated one came to be a man.  The one who set the sun’s distance and moon’s gravitational pull and  the earth’s orbit and our atmosphere’s oxygen concentration just so as to  perfectly sustain life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  but was this God born in a manger or a cattle feeding trough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  was he wrapped in swaddling clothes or filthy rags from the barn floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  did the shepherds find a cooing, smiling baby or a screaming, freezing  newborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  who cut God’s umbilical cord and with what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  if Joseph was catching the Savior of the world who  was  holding Mary’s hand and moping sweat from her brow as she screamed from labor  pains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds to me like the uncreated one chose to enter  our mess in a mess.   But as author Rick McKinley puts it…….this beautiful  mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a few moments today and read the Christmas Story.  It's in Luke 2:1-20and Revelation 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2637444619368569180?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2637444619368569180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2637444619368569180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2637444619368569180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2637444619368569180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/birth.html' title='THE Birth'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1913305769974468838</id><published>2008-12-20T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:53:03.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genealogies Contradictive; Bible Declared Invalid</title><content type='html'>Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But read Matthew 1 and  Luke 3.  These texts are giving the genealogy of Jesus.  Notice they completely contradict each other in the generations between Jesus and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.  I wanted to know more so I did  a little research.  I would encourage you to do the same  but here is a link to an explanation that makes a lot of sense, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgg.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/Library.sr/CT/BQA/k/184/Why-Does-Jesus-Have-Two-Different-Genealogies-Matthew-11-16;-Luke-323-38.htm"&gt;http://cgg.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/Library.sr/CT/BQA/k/184/Why-Does-Jesus-Have-Two-Different-Genealogies-Matthew-11-16;-Luke-323-38.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1913305769974468838?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1913305769974468838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1913305769974468838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1913305769974468838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1913305769974468838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/genealogies-contradictive-bible.html' title='Genealogies Contradictive; Bible Declared Invalid'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6666002619421893828</id><published>2008-12-13T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:05:38.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my neighbor?</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting conversation last week sparked by my family's upcoming mission trip to Peru.  A family member was asking my wife and I questions about it and I appreciated her honesty in the  middle of it.  She said she thinks we should help people in our  country  before others.  She even stated that she refuses to give to any offerings at church that support foreign missions.  I told her I understood that opinion but deep down I  was saddened.  That thinking seems to represent much of  the United States.  And while I do think I am to care for my family and neighborhood and co-workers and city, I believe the Bible raises the benchmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Revelation 5.  Note the song being sung in verse 9:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....and with your blood you purchased men for God from every tribe and language and people and nation."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is a scene in heaven where there are apparently a lot of diverse people.  So who is my neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Matthew 28: 16-20.  Jesus instructs his followers to go and make disciples of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all nations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is my neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Genesis 12:1-3.  Abraham is  going to be made into a great nation (Israel).  And God tells him that he will be blessed and he will be a blessing and all peoples on earth will be blessed through him.  He is going to be blessed, not to kick back and enjoy it and keep it to himself and his nations, but to bless others.  Blessed to be a blessing.  So who is my neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the big one.  Read Jesus' parable of the Good Samaritan in Luke 10:  25-37.  Notice the very question of "who is my neighbor?" is asked by an expert in Jewish law in this story.  But for the story that Jesus tells  to make any sense you must understand who a Samaritan was.  They were second class citizens.  Jews of  Jesus' day would not associate with them.  Remember the Israel that Abraham was the father of?  Well at one point in history they separated into the kingdoms of Israel and  Judah.  The kingdom or nation of Israel left Jerusalem and set up shop in............Samaria.   So Jesus  tells  a story to answer the question and uses a second class citizen as en example of being neighborly.  So do you have an prejudices?  I do.  And I believe that if Jesus told us  this story today, the one we hold prejudice against would be Jesus' example of a Good Samaritan: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but an illegal alien, as he traveled, came where the  man was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but a man with a turban on his head, as he traveled, came where the man was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but homeless man, as he traveled, came where the man was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but a citizen of  the state of Michigan...........okay there's no way anything  good came out of ......oops, I was born in Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is my neighbor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6666002619421893828?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6666002619421893828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6666002619421893828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6666002619421893828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6666002619421893828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-is-my-neighbor.html' title='Who is my neighbor?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6961666592061522679</id><published>2008-12-09T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:15:28.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Bang</title><content type='html'>A few things I learned from the sermon at church this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air we breath is 21% oxygen.  Change that ratio just an little and..............we're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's distance from the earth is just  right.  A little farther away and................we freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's distance from the earth is just right.  A little closer and.........................we're toast(ed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity is perfect.  A little less and............................................we float away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity is perfect.  A little more and.........................................we're crushed by our own weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cell in our body contains our complete DNA code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the evidence of an expanding galaxy does support some  sort of explosion.  But that explains it all?  I don't think so.  I choose to believe that The Creator put it all together to work the way it  does.  That a baby made it all.  Was there some sort of pyrotechnics  involved?  Maybe so.  A holy bang of a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6961666592061522679?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6961666592061522679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6961666592061522679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6961666592061522679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6961666592061522679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-bang.html' title='The Holy Bang'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5797097923389618511</id><published>2008-12-05T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:10:30.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>Doubt will try to crash vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly and continually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of this will come from family and friends trying to talk sense into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the God who created seas and stars and sex and selenium put on human flesh and was born in a feeding trough for livestock.  And he was homeless.  Try to make sense out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprehension kills a spititual buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,  give your people courage to go and do  where you want us to.  Make us an example of what YOU can do with a life commited to you.  Help us follow through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5797097923389618511?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5797097923389618511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5797097923389618511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5797097923389618511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5797097923389618511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3671300883832826991</id><published>2008-12-03T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:47:00.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purchase</title><content type='html'>Soooooo............I bought em (see previous  post).  And I could have gone to the  self-serve checkout.  But that would have felt like cheating.  So I went to a real cashier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said:  Will that be all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:  I dunno, does anything else go with em?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3671300883832826991?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3671300883832826991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3671300883832826991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3671300883832826991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3671300883832826991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/purchase.html' title='The Purchase'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-7984925299347722990</id><published>2008-12-02T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:58:37.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PDMMBT</title><content type='html'>Pastor Dave Made Me Buy  Tampons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiverTree Church Hartville has been collecting food for The Fish food pantry in Hartville. When the shelves were stocked there was one shelf that was empty: feminine hygiene products. So Pastor Dave told all the guys they had to go out this week and put aside their manhood for a moment and buy some. Want to join this group? Here are the steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read Mark 5: 25-34. No really - don't read #2 yet. Go and read this passage in Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Notice what Jesus does. He heals a woman who hasn't been touched for 12 years and hasn't been to church for six hundred twenty four (624) Sunday's (a woman who was bleeding in Jesus' day was unclean and not allowed in the temple). Jesus touches a nobody and shows her she is somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Go buy a box of feminine hygiene products and take it to The Fish food panty or RiverTree Christian Church Hartville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-7984925299347722990?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7984925299347722990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=7984925299347722990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7984925299347722990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7984925299347722990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/pdmmbt.html' title='PDMMBT'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-709493644017646235</id><published>2008-11-24T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:03:42.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreligion</title><content type='html'>Went to Guardian Angels Catholic Church yesterday for my nephew's baptism.  I am sorry for my critical spirit.  I was uncomfortable, which in many ways is a good thing.  But uncomfortable in the sense that I expected to feel welcome among other Christians.  I did not understand many things about the service and had no idea what they believe about communion.  It is my understanding that it is only for confirmed Catholics.  So I did not go forward.  It is also my understanding that divorced people may not take it.  That is what I thought of when I saw one woman remain kneeling in the pew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus first announced his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Messiahship&lt;/span&gt;  to a Samaritan woman who had been divorced multiple times.  He offered her living water.  Water he asked her to draw from the well.  Water that, according to the religion of the day, was defiled because she, a Samaritan, had touched the bucket it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another critical thought:  many of the people entering the church made the sign of the cross on themselves after dipping their finger in some water.   Holy water I presume.  Maybe Jesus' miracle of turning water into wine was a statement against ritual cleansing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please forgive my critical spirit.  I am not ant-catholic.  Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anit&lt;/span&gt;-religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-709493644017646235?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/709493644017646235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=709493644017646235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/709493644017646235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/709493644017646235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/unreligion.html' title='Unreligion'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-657432419624793952</id><published>2008-11-15T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:33:17.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UNchristian</title><content type='html'>This book by David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons is an important read for all church leaders, elders and any one who gives a rip about where this whole Jesus thing is going.  I've always felt like most churches I've been to were more concerned about what they (we) are against than what we are for.  The research in this book seems to confirm that.  From the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In our national surveys we found the three most common perceptions of present-day Christianity are antihomosexual, judgmental, and hypocritical.  These "big three" are followed by the following negative perceptions, embraced by a majority of young adults:  old-fashioned, too involved in politics, out of touch with reality, insensitive to others, boring, not accepting of other faiths, and confusing.  When they think of the Christian faith, these are the images that come to mind.  This is what a new generation really thinks about Christianity."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many of these traits in myself.  I do not see them in the Jesus I claim to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this book is not to rage against the church and Chrisitians.  It is to let us know how the next generation views us.  And I am concerned that we are in a little trouble here.  Nextgeners are tired of us trying to sell Jesus to them.  They need to hear about him as if we had just spoken to him on the phone last night.  And our conversations with them mostly won't take place inside our church building.  We've already become too irrelevant for that.  We must move outside our walls to their neighborhoods:  coffee shops and college campuses, bars and bistro's,  the grocery store and the gutter.  But the great news about this next generation is they are hungry for authenticity, relationship, and for their life to mean something, to be a part of something way bigger than themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly find it so easy to complain about what we (I've) done wrong as a church.  It is easy to sit back and find fault with the Church and my church.  But it is time I (we) move beyond that. &lt;br /&gt;It is time to quit condeming lifestyles and love the people in them.  It is time the church (you and I) really get this one thing:  that the opposite of sin isn't virtue;  it's grace (thank you author Philip Yancey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaelangelo once said "critique by creating." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-657432419624793952?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/657432419624793952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=657432419624793952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/657432419624793952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/657432419624793952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/unchristian.html' title='UNchristian'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8389532706810371609</id><published>2008-11-04T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:22:39.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>while we were sleeping</title><content type='html'>This verse (Ezekiel 16:49) has been in my head and won't leave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom:  She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned;  they did not help the poor and needy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by the prophet Ezekiel to the city of Jerusalem and her people.  I always thought Sodom was destroyed because of the sexual sins of her people.  This is where we get our term "sodomy".  But the way Ezekiel puts it there was much more going on (or not going on) than that.   And it makes me wonder if this is how God sees me and my city and my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily be accused most days of being arrogant, overfed and unconcerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter who runs this beautiful land when we wake up in the morning..........we will wake up.  And the sun will still rise and the air will still allow me breath and Jesus will still be risen from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but wonder how God sees US.  Do we look allot like Ezekiel 16:49 as a nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with the words of a song by Casting Crowns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little town of Bethlehem / looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;Above your deep and dreamless sleep / a giant star lights up the sky&lt;br /&gt;And while you're lying in the dark /  there shines an everlasting light&lt;br /&gt;For the King has left his throne / and is sleeping in a manger tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bethlehem what you have missed while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;For God became a man / and stepped into your world today&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history / as a city with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping / while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little town of Jerusalem / looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;The Father gave his only Son / The Way, The Truth, The Life had come&lt;br /&gt;But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem, you will go down in history / as a city with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping / while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America / looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;As we're sung to sleep by philosophies / that save the tress and kill the children&lt;br /&gt;And while we're lying in the dark / there's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky&lt;br /&gt;For the Bridegroom has returned / and has carried His bride away in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, what will we miss while we are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Will Jesus come again / and leave us slumbering where we lay&lt;br /&gt;America, will we go down in history / as a nation with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;Will we be sleeping / will we be sleeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8389532706810371609?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8389532706810371609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8389532706810371609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8389532706810371609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8389532706810371609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-we-were-sleeping.html' title='while we were sleeping'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-75715887634586032</id><published>2008-10-19T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:00:00.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>I'm in Wisconsin this weekend and heading to Lambeau field for the Packers/Colts game this afternoon.  Factory tour of one of my suppliers Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a conversation with Elaine over breakfast.  She is from Deleware and came here to Manitowoc, WI to visit a nun who was one of her teachers in grade school.  I told her about a book I'm reading by David Crowder called "Praise Habit".  The book is not about making praise a "habit" as in ritual.  Crowder writes about how a nun's "habit" (as in the hat she wears) identifying her as a person of Christ.  And how we should be the same, wearing Christ in our every day.  As in putting him on in the morning.  I love that.  Elaine appreciated the conversation and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear Christ everyday and have it be obvious I follow Him by the way I live and love and act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-75715887634586032?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/75715887634586032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=75715887634586032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/75715887634586032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/75715887634586032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/wisconsin.html' title='Wisconsin'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8788794278697615039</id><published>2008-10-09T22:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:44:54.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare night</title><content type='html'>Being almost empty Nester's it's becoming rare that Chris and I get to spend an evening with our college student kids.   Thank God for a rare night.  We went to Red Robin for dinner.  Just the four of us.  No friends or neighbors and no one missing.  The 4 Royer's solo.  We ate too much,  considered beating up the dressed up Robin (called Red),  left a good tip and then went to Wal-Mart for some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up spending like 45 minutes checking out every funny card they had.  We laughed and had a blast and drew some stares.   Who cares - it was fun.  Have you ever seen those cartoon ones with music that sound like the chipmunks?  You've got to check them out.  Some of them are hilarious.  We listened to every one of them I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Andrew and I head to Nueva York to help our friend Dave move there.  Friday we're&lt;br /&gt;"3 men and a truck".   Unloading and unpacking Saturday will be followed by Sunday in New York City with worship at the Brooklyn Tabernacle.  We fly home early in the afternoon Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8788794278697615039?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8788794278697615039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8788794278697615039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8788794278697615039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8788794278697615039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/rare-night.html' title='A rare night'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-806181564226946890</id><published>2008-10-07T12:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:16:53.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog silence</title><content type='html'>Can you hear it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-806181564226946890?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/806181564226946890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=806181564226946890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/806181564226946890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/806181564226946890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-silence.html' title='blog silence'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6573878023858906237</id><published>2008-09-11T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:24:09.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriots day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='911'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war on terror'/><title type='text'>Patriots Day</title><content type='html'>Passing by a local elementary school early this morning I noticed the marquee was silhouetted in fog and lights and it said that today is Patriots Day.  That makes me sad.  For me it conjures up images of war and closed borders and exclusivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad for all the pain the memories of today cause for the people who lost friends and family on the planes and in the buildings that was 9/11/01.  I'm sad about the tens of thousands who have been killed in the name of "battling evil" and in "the war on terror".  I'm sad for the soldiers who've done the killing.  I'm sad for the soldiers who've been killed.  I'm sad about the deep divisions and hate between nations and peoples that war brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if our president and the people of the United States would have answered the 9/11 attacks with forgiveness instead of war?  What if we invaded Afghanistan and Iraq with love and food and forgiveness and the good news of the gospel we claim to have as a Christian nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that if George Bush would have suggested that, he would probably have been impeached for treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you, the reader, with the following two thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  "The war on terror is wrapped up in the war on poverty." -Colin Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  A terrorist wrote most of the new testament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6573878023858906237?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6573878023858906237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6573878023858906237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6573878023858906237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6573878023858906237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/patriots-day.html' title='Patriots Day'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5761295429014187000</id><published>2008-09-10T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:37:52.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>children of illegal immigrants</title><content type='html'>According to the Urban Institute there may be over 3,000,000 children in the United States who have one or more parents that entered the country illegally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're being rounded up and deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't departments of Health and Human Services promote the opposite of destroying families?  Don't they promote, teach and train families staying together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a better way?  Check out this story: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/09/10/citizen.children/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/09/10/citizen.children/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5761295429014187000?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5761295429014187000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5761295429014187000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5761295429014187000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5761295429014187000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/children-of-illegal-immigrants.html' title='children of illegal immigrants'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-626033749058017276</id><published>2008-09-06T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:48:27.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>consider this</title><content type='html'>"One often meets his destiny on the road to avoid it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Master Oogway in the movie "Kung Fu Panda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he's the turtle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-626033749058017276?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/626033749058017276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=626033749058017276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/626033749058017276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/626033749058017276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/consider-this.html' title='consider this'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1979260328732241042</id><published>2008-08-31T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:43:15.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-enterprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><title type='text'>The End of Poverty</title><content type='html'>I recently read a book called "The End of Poverty:  Economic Possibilities for our Time" by Jeffrey Sachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's not an exciting read for the non-economist I did enjoy his economic history lessons.  But it left me disappointed in that his main focus was attacking poverty from a macro-economic angle.  Not that this is wrong.  But we have been at this top-down, macro, big money scale for a long time and it hasn't seemed to make much of  a difference.  Does it ever really  trickle down to the poorest of the poor? Here are a couple of  points that  did  resonate with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The problems in urban areas revolve around empowerment and  finance."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 9/11/01 through 2005 ( a little over 4 years ) the United States has spent $450 billion on the military and $15 billion on the plight of the world's poor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The key to ending poverty is to create a global network of connections that reach from impoverished communities to the very centers of world power and wealth and back again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's an interesting statement from Colin Powell noted in the book:  "The war on terror is wrapped up in the war on poverty."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not saying that big aid from big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NGO's&lt;/span&gt; (non-governmental organizations) and rich countries should be abandoned.  Maybe it's time for that aid to come from the bottom-up.  In the form of micro-loans:  small loans to poor entrepreneurs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we empower single mothers to earn money from a micro-enterprise and help them lift themselves out of extreme poverty.  Can you  imagine the pride and self-worth that comes from that?  And guess who gets released from poverty with them?  The kids.  So one micro-loan to one woman ends up impacting an entire family.  Maybe that's something of what Jesus had in mind when he announced he had come to give good news to the poor, release prisoners and set captives free.   Free from the lie of poverty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1979260328732241042?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1979260328732241042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1979260328732241042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1979260328732241042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1979260328732241042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-poverty.html' title='The End of Poverty'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4129171985592739688</id><published>2008-08-20T07:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:18:38.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time fly's when..........</title><content type='html'>Remember back in grade school when summer was sweetly long and seemed to last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remeber back in high school when summer seemed to end right after it started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday that my kids were in dance lessons and playing little league baseball and crying from a cut knee and fishing in the creek and practicing for the school play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my youngest goes off to college.  It seems like the curtain just went up on this raising kids life and today the play is ending.  Not really.  But it feels like it.  They will always be my kids.  Not really.  They're God's.  I am/was just his partner is raising and releasing them to be who he created them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4129171985592739688?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4129171985592739688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4129171985592739688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4129171985592739688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4129171985592739688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-flys-when.html' title='time fly&apos;s when..........'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-143438387023538494</id><published>2008-08-09T16:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:43:51.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Prisoner Of Birth"</title><content type='html'>I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; a novel titled "A Prisoner Of Birth" by Jeffrey Archer. It was a great read and well worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the title got me thinking: Is this how the poor see themselves? Trapped by their birthplace and the circumstances they find themselves in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why Jesus, when announcing his mission on earth, quoted Isaiah 61: 1,2:&lt;br /&gt;"The Spirit of the Lord is on me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor." (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........to proclaim freedom for the prisoners..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent time with the poor. I have met my compassion children from Ecuador. I've stood in a shack of a home of thin plywood walls with tape at the ceiling, nothing but plastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tarping&lt;/span&gt; for a roof.............and therein seen deep joy and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe these poor with hope aren't the prisoners of birth needing freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'm the one held captive..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;by chasing the "American Dream"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by my debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by my lifestyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by the lie of always needing to improve my lot/climb the corporate ladder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by my apathy and selfishness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'm the one Jesus was thinking about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-143438387023538494?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/143438387023538494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=143438387023538494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/143438387023538494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/143438387023538494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/prisoner-of-birth.html' title='&quot;A Prisoner Of Birth&quot;'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6386775152270151708</id><published>2008-08-03T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:54:51.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Up Abroad</title><content type='html'>No..........not  me.  It's this cool show  I stumbled across on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NatGeo&lt;/span&gt; (National Geographic Channel).  Ever seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch much  TV but this is definitely my new favorite show.  And I'm not sure why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it appeals to my sense of adventure.  And it seems that at least half of the episodes I've seen  so far are missionaries that get kidnapped.  Now I'm not saying I want this to happen to me nor am I minimizing the personal challenges and tragedies that have befallen some of these people.  But I do get jacked up on adventure (and Mountain Dew) and going to other countries........especially those of the third world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, deep down, I wonder if I've got what it takes to survive something like this.  Physically AND spiritually.  I think at my very core I wonder if I have the faith to endure.   I want to be challenged,  but not in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colombian&lt;/span&gt; or Bengali jail.  Last year I flew from Ecuador to Peru via Bogota, Columbia.........alone............on an airline I'd never heard of.  But I guess I'd prefer to see if I've got what it takes right here in the safety of my own little village thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you get a chance check it out.  New episodes are Mondays at 9:00pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6386775152270151708?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6386775152270151708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6386775152270151708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6386775152270151708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6386775152270151708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/locked-up-abroad.html' title='Locked Up Abroad'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4048785405066912392</id><published>2008-07-29T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:58:52.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ex + ploit + ed</title><content type='html'>...........to make use of selfishly or unethically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I saw the most glaring example of this I have ever seen in my life.  I  took the mission team to the Quito dump.  When my wife visited  there in 2005 the dump "workers" were living there with their children.  They would  sort through the garbage with babies on their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 they are no longer allowed to live at the dump.  But the government is still happy to "employ" them.  Okay so what's with "workers"  and "employ" being in parenthesis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 300 workers at the dump.  The day shift is from 7:00am to 6:00pm;  the night shift goes from 7:00pm to 6:00am.  A long work day by any standards.  They sort through the garbage for recyclables like plastics and aluminum.  And when I say "sort" I don't mean they stand by a conveyor belt plucking off the material.  They literally stand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the garbage.......up to their knees or higher.........all the while watching they are not run over by the front end loader or the next truckload coming in.  Oh and for those of you who have never been to Ecuador?  You can't flush toilet paper there.   It goes in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt a long, difficult, dangerous daily task.  Disease and feces all around.  So a rough day but why the "exploited" title?  After all, it is a job.  A way to feed their families, right?  Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These workers are required to show up day in and day out and do the work,  just like any other  job.  If not they are fired.  But they have no salary or hourly rate.  They get no pay.   They work and sort eleven hours a day just for the right to sort, collect and take recyclables.  Most of the workers are family units that hand the days' take over to the family head who cashes in and splits up the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a racket this government has going here.  Free labor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they can claim to the international community they are recycling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team and I stood briefly on a platform about a hundred feet above the activity.  It looked like ants scurrying below.  I am ashamed to even say it that  way.  I  was embarrassed to view them.  I felt like I was invading a sacred space of God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was exploiting them by my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He lifts the poor from the dust and the needy from the garbage dump.  He sets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;them among princes, placing them in the seats of honor.  For all the earth is  the Lord's, and he has set the world in order."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(1 Samuel 2:8 NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  Sorry Lord but the world didn't look in order at that garbage dump.  It looked to me like  the  cycle  of poverty is alive and  well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4048785405066912392?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4048785405066912392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4048785405066912392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4048785405066912392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4048785405066912392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/ex-ploit-ed.html' title='ex + ploit + ed'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3338060372074869385</id><published>2008-07-26T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:53:13.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas prices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>The team and I got home about 8:45 last night safe, healthy and only one hour late with all our luggage.  Not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in an inexpensive place to live?  May I suggest Quito, Ecuador?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have to put up with viewing snow capped volcanoes and the sun rising above the mountains everyday.  Your friends and work associates would expect more than a passing "hello, how are ya?" each day too.  You would most likely hug, touch.  And the cost of living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese dinner for 11 including beverages and tip:  $45.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minute taxi ride for 4 people:  $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gallon of gas:  $1.48 (no kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the warm and wonderful people of Ecuador:  priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3338060372074869385?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3338060372074869385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3338060372074869385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3338060372074869385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3338060372074869385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3455342834383511738</id><published>2008-07-24T07:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:46:02.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The father Of Lies</title><content type='html'>The bible says Satan is the father of  lies.  And he is using poverty to tell children on the margins they don't matter to God.  That's really the first thing poverty works on:  killing the heart.  Many children on the margins here in Ecuador are getting a moderate amout of food and are surviving, but they're not thriving.  And poverty is telling them that they don't dare dream. That they are nothing and can be nothing and can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day with Karen and Richard yesterday, the kids my wife and I sponsor through&lt;br /&gt;Compassion International.  It was a great day and lots of love was shared.  Great conversation and fun and food.  A blast saying hello and a bummer saying good-bye.  Karen wanted to recite a bible verse and she repeated John 3:16 to me.  I told her I have Jesus  in my heart and asked her if she did too.  She said YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day for me but a couple of other great moments too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Richard have dreams.  Karen wants to be a police officer, Richard a telecommunications engineer.  Sounds to me like the lies have been exposed to The Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we left my new friend becoming Anne prayed for the group.  Lots of tears.  Then we had all the compassion children and siblings sing "Jesus Loves Me" in Spanish.  We gringos followed that up with our version in English.  Then we all sang together.  And I am convinced there was silence in heaven, cause we experienced it here on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3455342834383511738?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3455342834383511738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3455342834383511738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3455342834383511738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3455342834383511738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/father-of-lies.html' title='The father Of Lies'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5653971062868868093</id><published>2008-07-23T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:54:45.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was to be an all work day at Nuevos Amigos School after walking the La Comuna neighborhood.  The team worked on tile and painting and then broke for lunch.  We invited our bus  driver Luis and his ten year old daughter Sophia to join us and were glad they accepted.  Nancy had made twelve sandwiches in the morning and with Ricardo and Eric joining us also we had exactly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach mission teams in the pre-trip meetings to be flexible and expect surprises.  Today there were some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  We went to Ricardo's house for a tour.  It is a very nice house that he and his  wife Maria are proud of and rightly so.  He has been working on it for 14 years.  Then they invited us all to sit for a drink and we gladly drank Naranjilla juice.  Tan delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  After we got back from touring Ricardo's home the teachers from La Guardaria day care approached me and asked if the team would like to ride the trolley cars up the mountain.  Okay that sentence took me one minute to write but this discussion took probably fifteen minutes with my limited Spanish.  At first I thought they were asking if  we were taking our compassion kids  there with us.  Then I realized they wanted us all to go "ahora mismo" (at this moment).  My first thought was "no" becasue we had work to get done.  And I'm afraid of heights.  Duh!  That thinking is the very opposite to what I taught this team:  to be flexible and expect schedule changes and this trip is about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , not tasks.  I almost blew it.  Thank you God for leading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed to go and had a great time.  Six teachers from the school,  our team of eight, Ricardo and his wife Maria and son Zacharias, seventeen in all.  It was good relationship building as I had a chance to chat with Rosio, director of La Guardaria.  I explained the  union of ChildReach Ministries and Nuevos Amigos.  She said she and her son could go back to the states and I could stay in Ecuador.  I said that would  work for me if my wife were here (no kidding Chris).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we walked the path after we got up the mountain and I realized I can't run fast or far at 13,451 feet above sea level.........in a t-shirt............at about 45 degrees!  Brrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5653971062868868093?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5653971062868868093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5653971062868868093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5653971062868868093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5653971062868868093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3442994650332798568</id><published>2008-07-21T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:17:04.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The UNsponsored</title><content type='html'>Dear readers and especially friends of RiverTree Christian Church,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day at Compassion project EC124 in the south of Quito, Ecuador.  My team experienced a lot today about which we have written and will continue to write  about at &lt;a href="http://www.childreachministries.org/08ec0718/"&gt;http://www.childreachministries.org/08ec0718/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the project with a very unusual request from the project director and the Compassion staff.  I have a list of 23 children from this project still needing sponsors.  Not all that unusual in that there are about 49,200 children in the country in the program, 10,000 of which are unsponsored.  This  request is a bit unusual as Compassion does not usually work like this.  But on this list there are children that have been waiting for 3, 6, even 8 years for sponsors!  The pastor and director are simply desperate for the wait to end for these children.  God is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he waiting for you/me to take one of these kids?  Can we, as a church, step up and solve this?  Will 23 of you be willing to be the answer to this prayer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3442994650332798568?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3442994650332798568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3442994650332798568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3442994650332798568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3442994650332798568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/unsponsored.html' title='The UNsponsored'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-207069445707760557</id><published>2008-07-20T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:28:17.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a day!  Great worship service at San Pablo in La Comuna, Quito, Ecuador.  It was the first cross cultural worship service for many in the group.  They loved it.  Anne said she never experienced God  like  she did  today.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The highlight for me was a pick up soccer game with my team and a group of street kids.  These kids are sent out by their families to work the streets selling goods, washing car windows, shining shoes.  Today Brian and Giermo put  down their shoe shine boxes and got  to be 9 year olds for awhile.  Kicking a ball, laughing, running, free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una bonita dia ( a beautiful day)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-207069445707760557?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/207069445707760557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=207069445707760557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/207069445707760557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/207069445707760557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/ecuador-day-2.html' title='Ecuador day 2'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8868469886062768276</id><published>2008-07-18T04:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:42:56.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing in the Gap</title><content type='html'>Ezekiel 22:30 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I looked for a man among them who would build up the wall and stand before me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found none."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was looking for his people to stand up and be an advocate for the nation of Israel so he would not have to send them into exile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is looking for his people today to stand in the gap for people in poverty; for children on the margins of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my new friends becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Gary, Anne, Jen, Jane, Nancy, Rob and I will begin a nearly 20 hour journey to Quito, Ecuador with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ChildReach&lt;/span&gt; Ministries (&lt;a href="http://www.childreachministies.org/"&gt;www.childreachministies.org&lt;/a&gt;) to do just that.  We do have some construction tasks to do.  But our main focus will be to see what God is up to there.  We will meet some incredible people.  We will spend the day with the children we sponsor through Compassion International (&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;www.compassion.com&lt;/a&gt;) showing them just by our willingness to be there that they matter deeply to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be obedient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8868469886062768276?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8868469886062768276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8868469886062768276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8868469886062768276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8868469886062768276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/standing-in-gap.html' title='Standing in the Gap'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6072326929981285188</id><published>2008-07-14T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:38:18.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Critical Spirit</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting on the patio at Panera the other day with a spinach and bacon souffle and a steaming hot cup of coffee, with smooth jazz playing in the background............reading a book about poverty.  That's a contrast I can't seem to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sitting there  and I watch this guy walk in the door with an empty "to go" coffee cup (there's free re-fills at Panera).  No way he was outside drinking his first cup and going back in for more cause the place just opened.   Besides, I'm sitting near the front door and I know who's been here and who hasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can probably see where this is going.   I'm already assuming this guy is bringing back an empty cup from a previous days purchase to get free coffee today ( the java is self serve).  I've accused him of stealing coffee.  There's really no other scenario that fits, right?  So I walk up and ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a "what if" came to mind:  what if he's into recycling (the cup was Styrofoam) and he went to the counter to pay?  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm either highly judgemental..........or into making excuses for thieves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6072326929981285188?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6072326929981285188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6072326929981285188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6072326929981285188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6072326929981285188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-critical-spirit.html' title='My Critical Spirit'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2848618920636357596</id><published>2008-07-09T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:28:42.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the shack book'/><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Shack:  Where Tragedy Confronts Eternity &lt;/em&gt;by William P. Young is one of the best novels I have read in awhile.  Simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unputdownable&lt;/span&gt;.  It may shatter your image of what God looks and acts like; of what he/she/they really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though a novel by nature is untrue they are often woven with truths.  Here's a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we must learn to live loved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God speaking in the book:  "...just because I work incredible good out of unspeakable tragedies doesn't mean I orchestrate the tragedies.  Don't ever assume that my using something means I caused it or that I need it to accomplish my purposes.  That will only lead you to false notions about me.  Grace doesn't depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if anything matters then everything matters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love God?  You'll love this book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't love/mad at God?  You'll love this book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theshackbook.com/"&gt;www.theshackbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2848618920636357596?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2848618920636357596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2848618920636357596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2848618920636357596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2848618920636357596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3071076801344421892</id><published>2008-06-28T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:20:01.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a family affair</title><content type='html'>Today our entire household joined The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Junky&lt;/span&gt; Car Club (&lt;a href="http://www.junkycarclub.com/"&gt;http://www.junkycarclub.com/&lt;/a&gt;). We all got free membership since we drive cars that are paid for. The whole premise of this is to get people to live with less and give more, namely by sponsoring a child through Compassion International (&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;http://www.compassion.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife Chris and I sponsor Richard and Karen from Ecuador and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laufu&lt;/span&gt; from Tanzania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Sara sponsors Rosita from Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Andrew sponsors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jhenny&lt;/span&gt; from Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the incredible honor of visiting Richard and Karen in Ecuador when I lead a team down there in July. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard it said that "the family that prays together stays together." Well I must admit that we don't do that nearly as often as we should. But maybe the family that sponsors together stays together?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3071076801344421892?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3071076801344421892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3071076801344421892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3071076801344421892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3071076801344421892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-affair.html' title='a family affair'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-3924349984264441568</id><published>2008-06-20T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:04:32.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>I think I heard the best telling of the gospel ever last night.   And it was done in only a  few sentences.  I was at the Alive Festival in Canal Fulton, Ohio watching the  group  "Casting Crowns".  Mark, the  lead singer, was speaking.  He said he could think of a lot of people  he would  be willing to give his  life for.  I can too.  And then he said  this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I can't think of anyone I'd be willing to give my son for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me neither. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me realize how deep and desperate is God's love for  us.  He's willing to shout it from the mountain top.  He's whispering it in our ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-3924349984264441568?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3924349984264441568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=3924349984264441568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3924349984264441568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/3924349984264441568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-7056045322677098180</id><published>2008-05-31T08:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:04:41.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success -or- Significance</title><content type='html'>Maybe  this is not an either/or proposition.  What if it's more like both/and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.  It is finished.  My son Andrew's high school career.  He graduated last night with an honors diploma and as a member of Sociedad Honoraria Hispanica ( Spanish National Honor Society).  Thank you God!  It was a happy  sad night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time marches on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as it does he becomes less and  less my son and more and more  God's.  Andrew can get along fine without me now, but not without God.  Jesus, I am asking you to give him a wild, dangerous, wonderful encounter with you.  One that makes him  pursue you and  significance for your kingdom over success (at least as the world defines it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the superintendent of  Jackson Schools spoke last night she cited a study of 1,500 college graduates.  They were put  into 2 categories:  group  A said  they were pursuing wealth first and would do something they loved later in life (this  group had 1,245 in it).  Group B (255 strong) were going for their passions right off the bat.  At the end of 20 years there were 101 millionaires.........................and only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of  them  came from group A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that incredible?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  Over 2,000 years ago a man gave the same  advice.  It was even put in a book for us to read.  It's a way that is upside-down, inside-out, inverted, backward, upturned, chaotic and confusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;find life by losing yours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live by dying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrew my son, my prayer for you is that you continue to follow Jesus of Nazareth and find "life that is truly life."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-7056045322677098180?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7056045322677098180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=7056045322677098180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7056045322677098180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/7056045322677098180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/success-or-significance.html' title='Success -or- Significance'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4369577522963818508</id><published>2008-05-17T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:52:52.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>born banished</title><content type='html'>I love the Old Testament.  It's so full of  rich history and amazing stories.  I love how these stories reveal God's plan to redeem us through his son Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King David's son Absalom kills David's other son Amnon and Absalom flees.  Over time David gets over mourning Amnon's death and begins to mourn Absalom's absence.  David's friend and army commander Joab realizes this and  devises a plan to bring Absalom back.  He gets a woman (a wise woman from Tekoa according to 2 Samuel 14) to go to David and claim she has the same type of story (one son has killed the other).  And the story is important because in those days someone accused of murder could be struck down on the  spot by a dude with the job title of "Avenger of Blood".  To stay away from this  guy until you get a trial you had to run and make it to a city of refuge.  You were banished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So David finally realizes Joab put her up to this and agrees to let Joab go get Absalom and provide him safe passage back to Jerusalem.  Check  out this wise woman's words in 2 Samuel 14: ".......But God does not take away life; instead, he devises ways so that a banished person may not remain estranged from him."  So way back then (and way before that) the plan was in place.  God was revealing his nature of giving us safe passage back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born banished from a kingdom.  But the King is looking to adopt.  And not just take us into a family.  But to also make us  heirs of the kingdom.  Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross Jesus hung on is "so that a banished  person may not remain estranged from him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for your inheritance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4369577522963818508?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4369577522963818508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4369577522963818508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4369577522963818508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4369577522963818508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/born-banished.html' title='born banished'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8125768553491369850</id><published>2008-05-09T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:01:38.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myanmar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>Myanmar is seizing the very aid sent to help its people after the recent cyclone.  Today I heard a report that a plane carry aid and search &amp;amp; rescue workers was turned away because there were also reporters on board.  Apparently the government has something to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a movie isin't truth but the latest Rambo movie is based on the premise of sneaking missionaries into this very country, formerly known as Burma.  It's a real blood and guts guy movie.  I recommend it.  If there's any fact at all in that movie this county definitely has something to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the thing about truth.  If you tell it and live it you don't have to remember what you say or do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8125768553491369850?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8125768553491369850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8125768553491369850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8125768553491369850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8125768553491369850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2664154092048955843</id><published>2008-04-29T17:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:07:34.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGj9C947fDI/SBeOmvVZtcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4irIruiW1EE/s1600-h/New+tryke-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194777491387561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGj9C947fDI/SBeOmvVZtcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4irIruiW1EE/s320/New+tryke-5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Franc was on the national wish list for this tryke and his wish was granted by an anonymous donor. This is the thank you note we sent to all who were instrumental in making this possible.&lt;br /&gt;Franc’s Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born without a brain,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I’m very smart.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do what most kids do,&lt;br /&gt;But I can steal your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My progress may seem very slow,&lt;br /&gt;But I do know what I like.&lt;br /&gt;Being outdoors in the warm sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;And riding on my trike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of children’s voices&lt;br /&gt;Ringing through the air&lt;br /&gt;I crane my neck to find them&lt;br /&gt;I love when kids are near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And music playing all around&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;I feel the rhythm in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can’t forget my time at school&lt;br /&gt;And all I do each day&lt;br /&gt;Crafts and stories and then it’s therapy&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I just want to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blessed in this life to have with me&lt;br /&gt;People who really care&lt;br /&gt;They love me unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;I know that’s why I’m here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my life’s not full&lt;br /&gt;Because of how I am&lt;br /&gt;But God’s the one who gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;So I know I’m in His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ready smile&lt;br /&gt;For each person that I meet&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can’t say “hello”&lt;br /&gt;But I would if I could speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I’d say a mouthful&lt;br /&gt;If I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I’d start with thank you for your gift&lt;br /&gt;And end with GOD BLESS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&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/8163900917628495402-2664154092048955843?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2664154092048955843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2664154092048955843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2664154092048955843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2664154092048955843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-nephew.html' title='My Cousin'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</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/_TGj9C947fDI/SBeOmvVZtcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4irIruiW1EE/s72-c/New+tryke-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6828095899930658284</id><published>2008-04-16T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:32:02.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The safest place on earth............</title><content type='html'>Dictionary.com defines "safe" as "secure from liability to harm, injury, danger or risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this  quote from a guy named Barry Mosier:  "We know that  the safest place in the world to work is where the Lord wants you to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds nice but it takes on a whole new meaning when you know about Barry.  And this is why I think Jesus taught that the kingdom of God is upside down.  You see, Barry and his family are missionaries who walked away from the recent plane crash in Africa.  That quote from Barry is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out his story here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/africa/04/16/congo.crash.survivors/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/africa/04/16/congo.crash.survivors/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6828095899930658284?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6828095899930658284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6828095899930658284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6828095899930658284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6828095899930658284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/04/safest-place-on-earth.html' title='The safest place on earth............'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5560853089623201499</id><published>2008-04-09T19:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:15:17.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Purpose?</title><content type='html'>You may think the following words are reckless.  I think they're packed with wisdom.  They're  by author Erik Mirandette from his book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Only Road North:  9,000 Miles Of Dirt and Dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The most horrible and terrifying thing that I can imagine isn't that I would put all that I am on the line for a cause I believe in and then be called on it.  The most horrible and terrifying thing is the thought that I could spend my whole existence minimizing the risks I take, living ignorantly convinced of my  safety, rejecting the purpose I was created for, and then someday wake up an old man and see that life has passed before me, and now with death knocking on my door realize that in all my years I have never truly lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We each have a destiny, a legend that only we can live.  To embrace it is scary and dangerous, and most choose not to.  Most put it off until tomorrow, until after high school, until after college, until after establishing a financial base.  Can't they see?  We only get one shot at this life.  Tomorrow may never come.  The time is now!  Not to drop everything and move to Africa, but to find the passion that is inside us and embrace it, to listen to its subtle whispers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what purpose were you created for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you embracing it or ignoring it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think God usually talks to us in subtle whispers.  Not audible mind you, but to our heart.  And if we are busy enough, we can easily drown that out.  God probably won't start shouting either.  He'll probably continue whispering, and the less we pay attention the quieter that whisper will become.  Until what we have and the life we're making and the tomorrow that we claim will be the time to follow Him, fades away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5560853089623201499?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5560853089623201499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5560853089623201499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5560853089623201499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5560853089623201499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-purpose.html' title='Got Purpose?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8732681669198859905</id><published>2008-04-01T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:44:10.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grief and belief</title><content type='html'>While traveling home from vacation Sunday I got a call that my grandfather had passed away the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd be able to make it through speaking at his funeral tomorrow so here is a little memoir that I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter to my grandfather by Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Royer&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community you lived in was better because of your leadership. For that I thank you. But even more, I’m thankful for you passing on family values to your son, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Thank you also for the example of a great marriage. Sixty-six years ago said “till death do us part” and you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember and cherish those summer trips we took. Canada, Gettysburg, Kings Island, New York City where we stood on top of the world trade center towers. A little bit of business with a lot of fun mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud of you and Grandma for sponsoring a little boy from Peru named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jordy&lt;/span&gt; through Compassion International. Thanks for giving him the opportunity to eat everyday and hear about Jesus. I plan to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jordy&lt;/span&gt; on a not too distant trip down there and will tell him all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Sunday night, as I arrived home from vacation, I realized you left me one final gift. There on the kitchen counter was an envelope. You had addressed and mailed it just before your surgery day. I ran my fingers across those letters, and I could almost feel your pen writing. Inside was my birthday card and a present in the form of a check, again with your handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not cashing the check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will I miss about you most grandpa? One thing for sure is the carryout dinners from Jimmy Johns with a little bit of ice cream and a lot of reminiscing afterwards. Mostly I think I’ll miss your phone calls at work. Just a quick call to see if everyone is well, to ask about an upcoming mission trip, about how the kids are doing, or to see if we can get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can definitely get together. Because we believe in the same Jesus who died to set us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of the Bible is in Revelation 21 where the new heaven and new earth are being described. And then verse 4 says “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death and mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8732681669198859905?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8732681669198859905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8732681669198859905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8732681669198859905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8732681669198859905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/04/grief-and-belief.html' title='grief and belief'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1766525947456756537</id><published>2008-03-22T07:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:27:14.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of King.................</title><content type='html'>God could have ridden in on a buff white stallion with an army to redeem his people and kingdom by force.  Instead he rode on a donkey, alone, and died to do it.  What kind of king is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus was arrested and brought to trial he knew everything but said nothing.  He had more power available to him than any other man to ever walk this earth, yet he was whipped and beaten, undefended.  What kind of king is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this rescue plan of his?  He stakes everything by paying for my sin with his death and gives me the free will to choose or reject him (and to ignore him is to reject him).  What kind of king is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God announces forgiveness in advance and allows continuous and repetitive forgiveness.  What an incredible risk!  I wonder if my sin hurts just as much as the beatings and crucifixion he endured.  Maybe even more?  What kind of king is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm challenged to do thing that I know I can, I do it.  I'm more than eager to prove a point.  Not Jesus.  When he hung on the cross near death he was challenged:  "Come down from the cross  if you are the son of God."  He stayed there.  What kind of king is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of king walks around homeless for three years teaching that we are to serve to be great?  Doesn't he know that's not exactly how we measure success here in the United States?  And where is this kingdom he talked about?  Author Rick McKinley argues that this kingdom is breaking in all around us.  I recommend his book titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This Beautiful Mess"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1766525947456756537?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1766525947456756537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1766525947456756537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1766525947456756537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1766525947456756537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-kind-of-king.html' title='What kind of King.................'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4575159969365628751</id><published>2008-03-21T07:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:18:15.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good" Friday</title><content type='html'>Good for me.  Painful for you Jesus.  I believe that, as you hung on the cross and asked "My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?" you were, in that moment, completely separated from the Father.  I believe in that moment, every sin I have and will commit flowed through you, or rested on you somehow.  And since God is holy and can not sin, you were keenly aware of being separated from the Father....................so I wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I offer you in return?  To know that I can't adequately repay you is actually freeing.  It takes the pressure to perform off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what a gift is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4575159969365628751?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4575159969365628751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4575159969365628751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4575159969365628751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4575159969365628751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday.html' title='&quot;Good&quot; Friday'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4895795806825413800</id><published>2008-03-18T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:42:24.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Verge</title><content type='html'>In Numbers 14 the Israelites were on the verge.  They had just spent the last 40 days in the desert.  Just 40 DAYS before this they had seen all the plagues God sent against Egypt for their rescue.  They saw the ark of the covenant made.  They saw God in a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night.  They saw a dry path appear in the middle of the sea.  They saw their pursuers drown in that sea.  They made a cast idol, worshipped it, were given the ten commandments, drank water from a rock, ate manna for free, complained about the manna and were given quail till they got tired of that, and kept right on grumbling.   All in 40 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Moses sends out a group of leaders on a spy mission.  They were to go to the promised land, check it out, and report back.  After just 40 days the nation of Israel is camped out on the edge of this land.  A land flowing with milk and honey the Bible says.  It's the land of their destiny.  And the spies come back and report that this land is indeed awesome.  Except for one problem.  All but two of them (Joshua and Caleb) say the people living there are too big and powerful to depose.  Joshua and Caleb's disagreement with this assessment nearly got them stoned to death.  And the whole community starts grumbling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of taking possession of their destiny on day 41 this community of believers/doubters/grumblers/rebels began another journey.  One that would last 40 YEARS and see everyone over 20 years of age die in the desert, except for the two nearly stoned to death,  Caleb and Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel was on the verge, but fear replaced faith.  What are you on the verge of?  What might it cost if fear or sin or ego get in the way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is writing an epic story.............and we're in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4895795806825413800?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4895795806825413800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4895795806825413800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4895795806825413800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4895795806825413800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-verge.html' title='On The Verge'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8664930064985017292</id><published>2008-03-14T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:02:31.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La  Catacumbas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I toured The Monastery San Francisco in the historical district of Lima, Peru. It was built in the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century for the Franciscan friary. I saw paintings from 1691, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sevillian&lt;/span&gt; tiles dating from 1621 and books as old as 1571. I was amazed to find the library holding these books to be open, without any climate control, and natural sunlight pouring in from the windows and skylights. The paintings were on a portico area on the outside of the building......just hanging there. Incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The catacombs were amazing. Discovered in 1943, they are believed to hold some 25,000 bodies. It was the burial grounds until the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; was opened outside Lima in 1808. It also had crypts where wealthy benefactors are buried. They are just like something you see on TV. Skulls and femurs everywhere ( they are the most dense and take the longest to decay ) and most North Americans are too tall to fit, so I had to hunch over for most of this part of the tour. If you would like to take a virtual tour go to &lt;a href="http://www.museocatacumbas.com/"&gt;http://www.museocatacumbas.com/&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/8163900917628495402-8664930064985017292?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8664930064985017292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8664930064985017292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8664930064985017292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8664930064985017292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-catacumbas.html' title='La  Catacumbas'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5001585107854425673</id><published>2008-03-12T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:52:09.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church</title><content type='html'>Last weeks mission to Peru with the Malone College nursing students was over the top for me.  We had planned and tried to plan this trip to go to Ecuador for  over two months.  We prayed and asked God to open that door but it didn't happen.  We were all disappointed but decided to follow God to Peru.  There is no doubt this was His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did 3 solo clincs at which we saw over 250 patients.  We plugged into one clinic with the Ministry of Health and probably saw 100 patients at that one alone.  Many lives were touched, some were changed (right Alyssa, Stephanie, Jon, Rachel, Rebecca, Jess, Breadyn, Brannyn, Ashley and Elisabeth?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday the governments of Ecuador and Columbia were talking war, and we were glad we were not in Ecuador.  But Monday, day three of the trip, was God's reason for changing our venue to Peru.  That day we met Luis.  He's the six year old boy with the soon to be fixed colostomy.  We committed to getting this surgery taken care of for him and these nurses have apparently been talking about him alot.  Ashley's friend from work is donating, Elisabeth has some friends interested, Brannyn's mom has a work associate donating, Stephanie's aunt already sent a check.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  starting to wonder if Luis will be a healthcare worker someday, caring and curing the people of Peru.  All because a group of twentysomething world changers took spring break to the gutter where people are hurting.  It was a privilege watching God work through them.  Way to &lt;strong&gt;BE&lt;/strong&gt; the church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5001585107854425673?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5001585107854425673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5001585107854425673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5001585107854425673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5001585107854425673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/church.html' title='The Church'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8667416361869100740</id><published>2008-03-07T07:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:45:58.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Organized</title><content type='html'>Today we will battle another day of sunny and  80 in Peru.  My heart goes out to my family and friends in Ohio who will battle yet another winter storm this weekend.  We are hoping it does not delay our arrival back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to visit a local nursing school and tour a hospital today.  The nurses are pretty tired and I'm not sure we could handle another neighborhood clinic  today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's clinic was another great day but started out questionably as our bus broke down on the way.  Our bus driver, Americo, showed me we had thrown a belt and then he immediately got  to work fixing it.  Success after only about 15 minutes and we were on our way to Hogar de Ninos orphange for our clinic for the neighborhood of Pape Leon.  We planned on two doctors...............and we got one.  Our concern melted as we soon realized we were dealing  with a very organized, effecient la doctora.  We are also getting good at this and soon had all our stations set up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station # 1:  Triage and vitals.&lt;br /&gt;Station # 2:  Doctor&lt;br /&gt;Station # 3:  Pharmacy and injections&lt;br /&gt;Station # 4:  Free clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that we served more people than any previous clinic:  127.  We had no major surprises but did  see a little boy with six toes.  We see a lot of kids with worms and parasites according to our doctors.  As our time  here in Peru winds down I  am so  honored to be here with these world changers from Malone College.  I am convinced that each and every one they served will come up to them in heaven to say "gracias" one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8667416361869100740?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8667416361869100740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8667416361869100740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8667416361869100740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8667416361869100740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/organized.html' title='Organized'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-1857378204845880410</id><published>2008-03-06T06:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:47:32.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Pharmaica</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the group spent the day doing odd jobs at Hannah's Home.  It is getting soooo close to opening.  We played with the kids  at Hogar de Ninos Orphanage in the afternoon and then came back for dinner.  We went to Norky's for the best fire broasted chicken in the world.  No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to church at El Shalom in Villa El Salvador.  I wanted the team to see the hospital there so we stopped by so they could  take a few photos.  It's in the median of the street and is made from cargo shipping containers.  Very unique and resourceful.  Church rocked.   Really rocked.  The team was up in front dancing by the end of the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my day was a trip with Felix and Diana to the pharmacy.  We needed more supplies for today's clinic.  We bought a lot and and as our clerk began boxing up our supplies the rest of the employees gathered around to see what all this  was for.  After Diana explained what we were doing they started bringing out stuff to give us.  And not just one token donation.........lots of stuff.  We spent about $220 on our list of medine.  Diana, my translator and also a nursing student ( how appropriate ) estimates they gave us about $150 worth in free meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-1857378204845880410?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1857378204845880410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=1857378204845880410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1857378204845880410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/1857378204845880410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-pharmaica.html' title='La Pharmaica'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8629027814923471815</id><published>2008-03-04T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:57:52.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UNchaos</title><content type='html'>Well, almost. Clinic # 2 was a lot better organized. We had 2 doctors (thanks to Dr. Steve Lohr) and we saw about 70 people today. We had 2 triage stations with a doctor and nurses. Another station was la botica ( a pharmacy ) where more nurses were stationed to dispense the vitamins and medicine. After the the doctor was done our patients then went to the final station to get some free clothing. The kids smiled, the moms were thankful, one woman cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little friend Luis came to see us again today. He is the little guy with the colon on the outside of his body. His mom had a diaper wrapped around it today. There was excrememt all over his belly. It was amazing to watch Brannyn and Ashley clean him with kid gloves, like he was there own son. We bought colostomy bags and showed his mom how to apply them and clean the area. And then we had the honor of telling her that the surgery he needs to fix all this will be paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  pretty sure Luis is at least one of the reasons  this group is in Peru.  If we had gone to Ecuador we would never have met Luis.  But God has plans for this  little life.  Wouldn't it  be cool if he grew up and worked in healthcare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God  is good.  All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8629027814923471815?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8629027814923471815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8629027814923471815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8629027814923471815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8629027814923471815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/unchaos.html' title='UNchaos'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-520792742252151045</id><published>2008-03-03T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:56:09.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>The clinic today was one of the most unorganized, chaotic beautiful days ever.  We had one doctor with us and we set up in the house of a resident of Lomas de Marchan.  The house had a dirt floor with roosters in the back.  Not the most sterile environment.  Welcome to Peru.  We served about 60 patients.  I  thought we would just give some basic, easy medical care.  Not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little girl come in named Andrea who was about three years old.  She had  burns all over her chest.  A couple of the nurses debrided her scabs.  That means they scraped them with a knife.  Yikes!  We expected her to scream.  Instead she just wathed.  I thought that was amazing.   But we learned if the burns are second degree the chance is she didn't even feel it.   She was alone.  No parent came with her.  Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day we met Luis.  Luis is a six year old boy.  Part of his colon was on the outside  of his stomach.  He had a colostomy but the family could not afford the bags needed.  His mother had a t-shirt tied around him to catch his waste as it exited his body.  We are going to purchase some of the bags he needs.  For  about $1,000.00 he can get an operation to fix his condition.  So the nursing students decided they wanted to use the extra few hundred dollars from their trip money to help pay for  Luis' operation.  Tomorrow we will be able to tell his  mother the operation will paid  for.  We need to raise a few hundred dollars to close the loop on this need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Ashley, Braedyn, Stephanie, Jon, Alyssa, Brannyn, Rebecca, Jess, Elisabeth and Rachel just changed the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-520792742252151045?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/520792742252151045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=520792742252151045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/520792742252151045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/520792742252151045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-8995574899464064474</id><published>2008-03-02T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:11:56.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday I had an interesting conversation in the Houston airport.  We were at our gate waiting to depart from Peru.  So I sat down next to a guy and his wife.   He is from Peru, which is no surprise as the plane  we were both about to board was bound for there.   But  as our conversation continued it got  pretty interesting.  Turns out he (Batista) was raised in Pucusanah.  It's a fishing village very close to where Hannnah's Home and Hope is being built in Chilca.  We talked about what my group of  nursing  students was going to do in Peru and we were both pretty amazed that he used to live very  close to our propety in Chilca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batista talked about knowing Chilca and said his mother  lives in a neighborhood in Chilca called Papa Leon.   That's where our property is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His  mother lives on the exact same street as our property.  He said his mother had told him about the orphanage that ChildReach is  building.  He is going to visit us this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's clinic went well for the group.  We were able to plug right into a clinic the government (Ministeria de Salud) was doing and the nurses did everything from blood pressure  reading to  injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to church and experienced a 2 hour service.  In the small towns of Peru you are unable to leave without greeting every single person.  Today's service was no different.   Everyone hugged everyone.  After our sermon each children's Sunday school class went up front and told the church  what they learned.  When the oldest ones were done we thought the service was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults ( all of  us ) had to go up front and be quizzed by Pastor Jorge about what we learned while  the kids watched.  It wasn't too bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another clinic in the village of Lomas Marchan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-8995574899464064474?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8995574899464064474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=8995574899464064474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8995574899464064474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/8995574899464064474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-i-had-interesting-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-6228349714546694474</id><published>2008-03-01T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:31:20.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived</title><content type='html'>Last night I stood in the longest customs line I have  ever seen in the Lima, Peru airport.  It took  us two hours from the time we exited the plane to get through and claim our equipaje and get on the road.  We arrived at Ola Grande at about 2:30AM...........umm........today I guess.  And we hit the ground running soon with a clinic in Chilca at 9:00 am.  I woke up around 6:30 so I'm "running" on about 3.5 hours of sleep.  But all in all the travel day went well.  All flights  were fine and on time despite a good bit  of snow in Cleveland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-6228349714546694474?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6228349714546694474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=6228349714546694474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6228349714546694474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/6228349714546694474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrived.html' title='Arrived'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-9116278160525559101</id><published>2008-02-29T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:29:07.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten</title><content type='html'>Late tonight I'll be landing in Lima, Peru with Alyssa, Stepanie, Jon, Rachel, Rebecca, Jess, Braedyn, Brannyn, Ashley and Elisabeth. These "the ten" are nursing students at Malone College in Canton, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be doing clinics in the neighborhoods around the town of Chilca where ChildReach Ministries (&lt;a href="http://www.childreachministries.org/"&gt;http://www.childreachministries.org/&lt;/a&gt;) is building a home for pregnant street girls as well as an orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are on their first ever mission trip. All will be exposed to a level of poverty they've probably never before experienced. And we will all be changed, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are excited about putting their nursing skills to work to help the less fortunate. I am excited to see what God does in their life too. I think they will experience a God way bigger than they ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back on this blog if you're interested in what we're up to. Updates will also be at the ChildReach website by following this link: &lt;a href="http://www.childreachministries.org/08pe0229/"&gt;http://www.childreachministries.org/08pe0229/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-9116278160525559101?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/9116278160525559101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=9116278160525559101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/9116278160525559101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/9116278160525559101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/02/ten.html' title='The Ten'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-5752428380649489812</id><published>2008-02-23T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:43:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban the Bible</title><content type='html'>Last night my wife and I met Mark Fashevsky from Tiraspol, Transnistria.  Transnistria is a small area between the countries of  Moldova and Ukraine.  And that probably helped about zero of the adults my age (yes, I had to look it up too).  It's been an independent state, in its  own eyes, since 1992.  In its own eyes?  They have their own currency, president, military, flag, coat of arms, postal system, banking, national anthem, police but  no recognition from the international community.  Igor Smirnov has been their president for 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark works with Summit Missions from Akron, OH and has set up a foster care program there called Help The Children (&lt;a href="http://www.htc.tiraspol.info/"&gt;www.htc.tiraspol.info/&lt;/a&gt;).   It  seeks to get orphans out of depressed and underfunded state run programs and into a christian home.  Mark was inspired by a recent trip to Texas where he learned about the concept of fostering for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark presented a slide show about his country and the foster care program.  He spoke of government corruption and a country of very poor people.  He said you could not set up and succeed at business in his town, Tiraspol, without paying  a bribe to the mayor.  When he finished I was struck by how similar the story is to where I take mission teams to Ecuador and Peru.  Kids starting life with nothing.  Parents with little opportunity for work.  Families break up.  Alcohol and drugs rule the day.  Kids pay the price.  The cycle repeats.  Hope is neither spoken or dreamed.  But Mark is helping to break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark told us his testimony about coming to faith in Jesus at 17 living in Russia.  The Bible was a banned book and he said this  naturally made everyone want it.  He had been taught that Christians were dangerous and sacrificed children to their god.  But  a friend invited him to a Baptist church and he went.  Mark described feeling different when he walked into this church and said "he knew there was something to this."  He went home and prayed for repentance.  I loved hearing him describe his youth and how the Bible was banned and how that generated incredible interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me how the early Christians, even though their religion was illegal, continued to meet and worship and serve.  Then everything got messed up when Constantine legalized it.  Maybe we need to be subversive and illegal again to really storm the gates of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-5752428380649489812?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5752428380649489812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=5752428380649489812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5752428380649489812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/5752428380649489812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/02/ban-bible.html' title='Ban the Bible'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-2792526408304830862</id><published>2008-02-19T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:00:20.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Disobedience</title><content type='html'>Hebrew midwives Shiphrah and Puah did it.  You can read their story in the book of Exodus.  Pharaoh ordered them to kill all the males born to Hebrew women to control the Israelite population growth.  Perhaps the intent was to wipe out the Hebrews?  But these women lied to Pharaoh when asked why they let the boys live.  And God blessed them with families of their  own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the mother and sister of Moses.  Since Pharaoh's first try at genocide fails he then orders all Hebrew baby boys thrown into the Nile river.  Instead, Moses' mom hides him for three months.  When she can no loger keep him quiet she puts him in a basket and puts it on the bank of the river and posts her daughter at a distance to observe what happens.  Apparently Moses' sister is brave enough (no mention of  her age here) to approach as Pharaoh's daughter finds the basket.  She is close enough to offer to find someone to nurse this new found baby as Pharaoh's daughter is discovering the contents of the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the ultimate twist of fate Moses' mother not only gets to nurse her son, she gets paid to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this time of nursing is over she takes Moses back to Pharaoh's daughter.  Talk about obedience!  How difficult was this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was Moses' father in all this?  Tradition says Moses wrote this  book of the bible and I would think he would  include his father...........if he was around.  The women seem to be doing all the disobeying here.  Way to go girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-2792526408304830862?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2792526408304830862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=2792526408304830862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2792526408304830862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/2792526408304830862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/02/civil-disobedience.html' title='Civil Disobedience'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-928380448489143367</id><published>2008-02-09T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:08:28.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Prayer:  Does It Make Any Difference?</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading this  book by Philip Yancey.  It was a bit of  an ardous read to go straight through but well worth the time nonetheless.  Yancey writes , not from a claim of expertise on the subject, but as a fellow pilgrim seeking to answer such questions as why pray?  Does prayer change God?  What difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it an excellent little trip of discovery as much about the nature of God as prayer.  But is that  the same thing?  Maybe that's  one of the best reasons to pray, to spend time getting to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  often fallen asleep at night while praying.  I wake up in the morning feeling guilty that I didn't stay awake to talk with God.  And I wonder what God thinks about that.   Reminds me of Jesus' experience with some disciples who couldn't stay awake to pray.  Then I read an essay in this book by a woman named Susan.  She noted:  "I used to worry about falling asleep during prayer.  Now, as a parent, I understand.  What parent wouldn't wand her  child to fall asleep in her arms?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, and for reasons I really don't understand, prayer  sets God  loose on earth.  When we meet Him face to face I think it will resume its rightful place as conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-928380448489143367?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/928380448489143367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=928380448489143367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/928380448489143367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/928380448489143367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-does-it-make-any-difference.html' title='Prayer:  Does It Make Any Difference?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-480891305439196380</id><published>2008-02-05T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:50:46.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of  venue</title><content type='html'>One thing we at ChildReach Ministries always try to impress upon our  trip participants is to be flexible.  We set up an itinerary but are subject to what God wants to do, when God wants to do  it.  Well, I recently got a taste of my own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote awhile back about a group of nursing students I  am taking to Ecuador on a mission trip to do cross cultural clinicals.  Only I'm  not taking them to Ecuador.  After over two months of trying to set this up to no avail we decided to give  Peru a try.  Within a week we have what looks like an incredible trip shaping up.  We will work out of the hospital in Chilca and set up neighborhood pediatric clinics to distribute medicine and work with kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, one of the Malone nursing students going on this trip and my new friend becoming, told a pretty cool story last night as we were leaving our meeting about Peru.  She was in a store hoping to buy  a video camera for the mission trip.  She got into a conversation with the salesperson about why she wanted one and another patron overheard them.  This  guy comes over and tells Ashley he overheard her talking and tells her he is a doctor who just moved to the area from Wisconsin;  he tells her he thinks what she is doing (a nursing mission trip) is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He buys Ashley a $300.00 video camera right on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God has already shown up on the trip in a big way and  we haven't even left yet.  He completley changed our venue from Ecuador  to Peru and was certainly involved in a video camera transaction.  And we are still 3-1/2 weeks away from departure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get there and see what God does through, and to, these 10 students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-480891305439196380?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/480891305439196380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=480891305439196380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/480891305439196380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/480891305439196380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/02/change-of-venue.html' title='A change of  venue'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-4123139940364703843</id><published>2008-01-29T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:07:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan Freeman as God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGj9C947fDI/R5_Za5PrpAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3leUIah-MOw/s1600-h/photo_13_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082754056299522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGj9C947fDI/R5_Za5PrpAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3leUIah-MOw/s400/photo_13_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife and I watched the movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALMIGHTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the other night. I absolutely love how God was portrayed in this flick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was serious and "on mission" and had a great sense of humor. Just like God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He didn't do his work through "religious" people. He chose available people who, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;, became willing and obedient. Just like the 12 Jesus chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was loving and allowed a time of suffering to get people where they needed to go (Read about guys like Moses and David and Joseph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He responded to simple, quirky, honest prayers.  Like kids would pray ( and maybe how you and I should too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He didn't choose to work through "a" church. He chose "the" church; a "regular Joe" so to speak (sorry Joe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He came to earth in human form and "prodded" people to do what He wanted but never messed with free will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great scene from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVAN ALMIGHTY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan's wife has taken their three kids and left him. She is having a conversation with a waiter in a restaurant, who turns out to be "God". Check out Morgan Freeman's name tag as the waiter in this scene ( Al Mighty ). They start talking about prayer and "God" tells her something like "do you think God gives people patience when they ask for it, or an opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; patient? Do you think He gives them courage when they ask for it, or an opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; courageous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favorite scene is toward the end when Evan is walking through a meadow with his family. He sees "God" standing under a solitary tree and goes over to talk. "God" tells Evan he did a good job (that would be cool in and of itself ? ) and then they dance a little jig together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little glimpse of heaven I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-4123139940364703843?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4123139940364703843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=4123139940364703843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4123139940364703843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/4123139940364703843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/01/morgan-freeman-as-god.html' title='Morgan Freeman as God'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGj9C947fDI/R5_Za5PrpAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3leUIah-MOw/s72-c/photo_13_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163900917628495402.post-9040861107503923913</id><published>2008-01-24T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:26:21.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Ventanas (The Windows)</title><content type='html'>A somewhat humorous story from Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 14, 2008  5:15AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was to be my final  day in Peru on this trip.   I usually wake up early on my own, but not that early.  I awoke to the  sound of clanking outside my window at the hostal I was staying at (Ola Grande).  Our bus was parked right outside of our room and  in fact about 5 feet away from my roommate Larry's head.  Our window was open and so I thought maybe our bus driver, Edgar, was doing some early morning cleaning or  maintenance.   I drifted off to sleep but awoke a few minutes later to  the same sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was strange so I woke Larry and said to him "let's look out the window."  Much to our surprise we see all the windows gone from the side of the bus facing us and two guys busy stealing one from the other  side!  After Larry said "hey what are you guys doing?" they took off, jumped in their car and sped away.  We were both laughing and dumbfounded at the same time!  Not only  did  this  happen right under our noses but what are they going  to do with bus windows?!?  But in a country where 54% of  the population is  poor,  everything is valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Larry and I go out in our sandals and shorts to investigate.  And we both notice la policia sitting in a car not 200 yards away so Larry whistles them over (Larry can whistle in Spanish).  Since I speak the most Spanish  I  walk toward the police car as it approaches thinking about how I might be  able to explain to them what just happened and  try to describe the get away vehicle.  As the police car stops and the one in the passenger side gets out with a rifle that  looks six feet long I start to wonder what this guy might be thinking as he looks at two gringos in sandals and shorts in Peru at five in the morning!  I also notice that it's hard to remember what little Spanish I know looking at a rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to tell them there were "dos personas en un blanco coche con una luz" ( that  was supposed  to  mean there were two people  in a white car and there was only one tail light ). &lt;br /&gt;Larry and  I laugh like......ummmm........heck for a bit and then he goes back to sleep!  I'm  up for the duration and that's the end of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163900917628495402-9040861107503923913?l=rickroyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/feeds/9040861107503923913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163900917628495402&amp;postID=9040861107503923913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/9040861107503923913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163900917628495402/posts/default/9040861107503923913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickroyer.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-ventanas-windows.html' title='La Ventanas (The Windows)'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091972473239564908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
