<?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-1059089127155783139</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:52:33.112-07:00</updated><category term='Circus'/><title type='text'>| CREATE BY RICC CONNER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-6805542245242241894</id><published>2010-06-07T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:03:56.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Priest Ever!</title><content type='html'>Here is a link to a message I recently did at First Baptist Church, Davenport.  It's a message about Jesus being the best priest ever!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia360704.us.archive.org/1/items/RiccConnerTheBestPriestEver/02_Best_Priest_Ever_1.mp3"&gt;Listen Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-6805542245242241894?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6805542245242241894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=6805542245242241894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6805542245242241894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6805542245242241894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-priest-ever.html' title='The Best Priest Ever!'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-7556205786514275576</id><published>2010-05-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:59:21.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGIVENESS</title><content type='html'>Here's a link to a sermon I did on Forgiveness not long ago!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia360707.us.archive.org/23/items/RiccConnerForgivenessHowOften/01_Forgiveness__How_Often__1.mp3"&gt;FORGIVENESS: HOW OFTEN?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-7556205786514275576?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/7556205786514275576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=7556205786514275576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/7556205786514275576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/7556205786514275576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2010/05/forgiveness.html' title='FORGIVENESS'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-8474853389319346122</id><published>2009-04-13T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:51:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless Love</title><content type='html'>Gosh...my blogs get farther and farther apart.  It is definitely a discipline I don't possess. Was reading my Bible this morning and came across this scripture.  It touched me and so I thought I would share it with whoever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[GOD] relentlessly loves them as they sincerely live in obedience to your way."  1 Kings 8:23 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the word relentlessly and to think that God loves me relentlessly just makes my day.  I think of the things that I love...my daughter, my church, my family.  Do I love them relentlessly?  Unyielding, steady and persistent?  While I love them it doesn't compare the love that God has for me.  Wow...what a honor it is to be loved by the creator of the universe.  I am so grateful today to be relentlessly loved by the King!  Whooo Hooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-8474853389319346122?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/8474853389319346122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=8474853389319346122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/8474853389319346122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/8474853389319346122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2009/04/relentless-love.html' title='Relentless Love'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-164080186552590722</id><published>2009-01-24T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:55:39.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dottie - You Were A Good Dog!</title><content type='html'>You never realize how attached you are to a pet until they are gone.  This past week has been very dramatic for the Conner family as we watched our 12 year old dalmatian go from her normal energetic self on Sunday to paralyzed and helpless in less than one hour.  The Vet says she could have slipped a disc, had a blood clot, or possibly a tumor.  They gave her some drugs and 5 days later there was no improvement.  Friday we had to make a tough decision and put her down.  It was a sad day for me.  I'm not going to lie to you - I cried like a baby.  Dottie left this world doing the one thing she loved to do - eating a Scooby Snack.  Dottie was a great dog.  She was an amazing friend.  I will miss my spotted friend tremendously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-164080186552590722?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/164080186552590722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=164080186552590722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/164080186552590722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/164080186552590722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2009/01/dottie-you-were-good-dog.html' title='Dottie - You Were A Good Dog!'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-125659750142077765</id><published>2008-12-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:20:57.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Powerful Video</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I blogged.  I really need to get back into the habit of blogging.  I was checking out Brock Gill's site and found this video.  It's a very powerful video.  I would encourage you to check it out and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JHS8adO3hM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JHS8adO3hM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-125659750142077765?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/125659750142077765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=125659750142077765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/125659750142077765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/125659750142077765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-powerful-video.html' title='This is a Powerful Video'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-7474689514506586475</id><published>2008-08-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:15:01.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/SLNmtHUPDEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aqYULeFtnpI/s1600-h/flock-logo_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/SLNmtHUPDEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aqYULeFtnpI/s320/flock-logo_thumb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238643716806085698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 10pm at my house, Emma is asleep, Amy's scrap booking and I am bored!  It's too quiet.  I don't know what to do...so I have spent the last two hours playing with a really cool Internet browser called flock.  It's a really cool browser for you networking folks.  It keeps track of Facebook, Twitter, Flickr and others.  I'm digging it and thought I would share it with you!  You can check it out for yourself at flock.com!  Have fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-7474689514506586475?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/7474689514506586475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=7474689514506586475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/7474689514506586475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/7474689514506586475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/SLNmtHUPDEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aqYULeFtnpI/s72-c/flock-logo_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-4502740054013745755</id><published>2008-06-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:18:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Cool Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-4502740054013745755?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/4502740054013745755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=4502740054013745755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/4502740054013745755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/4502740054013745755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-cool-video.html' title='A Really Cool Video'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-5975351572619136116</id><published>2008-05-14T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:53:11.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Smell the Roses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was in one of the local coffee shops with my daughter Emma yesterday. We go there at least once-a-week after school to get an ice cream sundae (don't ask why we get one at a coffee shop).  While sitting there with Emma I couldn't help but over hear the conversation that the owner and some of the patrons were having.  They were talking about how grateful they were.  Grateful for being able to see the sunrise each morning.  Grateful for being able to smell the flowers.  Grateful for being able to walk and see and live life.  I got to be honest, it was refreshing to hear a conversation of gratitude rather then what I usually hear - grumbling.  Grumbling about gas prices, jobs, bosses, spouses, and whatever else you can think of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I left the coffee shop in a better mood than I went in.  It's amazing how when we think on the good things that God has blessed us with how are outlook on life can change from half-empty to half-full!  I really appreciate that coffee shop!  I really appreciate the attitude of those folks.  I really appreciate God for allowing me the opportunity to be an innocent bystander - I needed to stop and smell the roses myself yesterday!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paul was on to something in his letter to the Philippians when he said, "Rejoice in the Lord always...and the God of peace will be with you." (Philippians 4:4-9, NIV)  May the God of peace be with you today, tomorrow and forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-5975351572619136116?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5975351572619136116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=5975351572619136116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5975351572619136116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5975351572619136116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-smell-roses.html' title='Stop &amp; Smell the Roses...'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-6160064283534359652</id><published>2008-05-10T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:55:08.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w210.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w210.photobucket.com/albums/bb110/ricola_2007/Artwork/a20b3896.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i210.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s210.photobucket.com/albums/bb110/ricola_2007/Artwork/?action=view&amp;current=a20b3896.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&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/1059089127155783139-6160064283534359652?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6160064283534359652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=6160064283534359652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6160064283534359652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6160064283534359652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/05/artwork.html' title='Artwork'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-8940563996325507947</id><published>2008-04-16T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:28:28.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, What's Hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My six year old daughter, Emma and I were having a conversation the other night on the way home from church.  The topic of discussion on this particular ride home was Hell.  Emma wanted to know where Hell was, what it was like, and who went there.  After we had a pretty detailed conversation about Hell she finished our conversation with these words as we pulled into the driveway: "Daddy, I gotta tell my friends about Jesus so that they don't go to Hell!"  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The amazing thing was not just that my six year old daughter realized the consequences of a life without Jesus but the truly amazing thing that hit me was her genuine concern over the lostness of her friends.  There was such conviction and compassion in her voice.  She didn't just say this half-heartedly - there was a lot of "umpphh" behind what she said!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That night I was faced with my own lack of concern over the spiritual condition of those that live around me.  I was confronted with my own lack of fervor over the lost in my community.  In one single sentence from a six year old God reminded me of my responsibility as a believer - to tell others about Jesus.  I have resolved to not let my daughter's enthusiasm to share Jesus surpass mine again - but to be more active in sharing Jesus with others.  I am reminded of what John said in 1 John 4:10-11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “This is love: not that we loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.  Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.”    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 John 4:10-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we love others we ought to share the gospel with them.  If you would like to hear more about Jesus I would be happy to share with you all about His love, compassion, mercy and grace for you.  If you want to know more about how to live a life eternally secure in the Salvation of Jesus Christ I would be honored to tell you.  If you need encouragment to share the Gospel with your neighbor - I am praying for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-8940563996325507947?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/8940563996325507947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=8940563996325507947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/8940563996325507947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/8940563996325507947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddy-whats-hell.html' title='Daddy, What&apos;s Hell?'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-3151803005834092610</id><published>2008-03-04T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:25:58.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's so special about March 3, 2008?  It is the day that my daughter asked Jesus into her heart.  Her mom and her were driving back from the Strawberry Festival singing, Here I Am to Worship along with the iPod.  Out of the blue Emma asked her mom to turn down the radio and told her she wanted to pray and ask Jesus into her heart.  After a few minutes of discussion my little girl prayed to receive Christ.  She said she didn't want to live without Jesus, that she wanted Jesus to be with her always and that she wanted to live her life for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cars met side by side at a traffic light on 27 and Emma, with a huge grin on her face, rolled down her window and motioned for me to do the same in my car.  I rolled down my window and heard her shout, "Daddy, I asked Jesus into my heart!"  It was an amazing moment.  You could see the joy in her little heart as she screamed those words out of the car window.  I was so proud of her.  We got home and talked about her decision.  She is so excited and ready to be a follower of Jesus.  March 3, 2008 my little girl gave her life to Jesus and this day has now become one of the most important days of my life!   This is cause for celebration in the Conner home!&lt;/span&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/1059089127155783139-3151803005834092610?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3151803005834092610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=3151803005834092610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/3151803005834092610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/3151803005834092610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-3-2008.html' title='March 3, 2008'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-4925341140841490996</id><published>2008-01-26T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:37:13.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I realize I am always bragging on my daughter but she's just so darn cute and I am so proud of her. Just the other day we were driving home from school and she was telling me about how one of her classmates stopped breathing in class that day. She was really concerned about the little guy and mid sentence she stopped and said, "Daddy, we need to pray for him right now!" I gotta admit, my eyes welled up with tears. Emma was genuinely concerned about her little friend and she wanted to talk to God and ask Him to take care of her little friend. It gets better. She didnt wait for daddy to pray - she just began to pray the most amazing prayer. I am so encouraged by her mountain size faith. The challenge for a dad is to continue to model that faith for her in the years to come. I have been so blessed by my little girl and thank God for her. Emma you rock little girl. Thanks for encouraging your daddy to keep loving God with that giant sized faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-4925341140841490996?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/4925341140841490996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=4925341140841490996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/4925341140841490996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/4925341140841490996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-prayer.html' title='Amazing Prayer'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-6869618007558591655</id><published>2008-01-08T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:19:21.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Truly Is Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I began my new position at First Baptist by visiting a young man who has been in the hospital since August due to a brain aneurysm.  As we drove back from Tampa I was reminded that life is truly short.  You never really know when your card may be punched.  When your time is up.  When game over.  I began to think about that and couldn't help but ask myself - Am I making the most of every moment?  It made life seem a little more surreal.  It made me think about what I am doing here.  Fortunately, the young man I visited is doing well.  He is definitely not out of the woods and has a long way to go but it is obvious that God is not done with him.  If you get the chance pray for Derek today.  I am grateful for yesterday.  For the reminder in my life that each day is a precious gift from God and I should use each day to make a difference in this world.  Derek I am praying for you bro.&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/1059089127155783139-6869618007558591655?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6869618007558591655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=6869618007558591655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6869618007558591655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6869618007558591655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-truly-is-short.html' title='Life Truly Is Short'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-5174406334513910158</id><published>2008-01-06T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:46:01.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circus'/><title type='text'>What Happened to the Clowns?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/R4F1moeTTAI/AAAAAAAAADE/sr0tCgnd76k/s1600-h/clownemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/R4F1moeTTAI/AAAAAAAAADE/sr0tCgnd76k/s200/clownemma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152528755248548866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day between a father and a daughter.  Emma and I had the opportunity to go see the Ringling Brothers Circus yesterday.  It was so amazing to see the circus through the eyes of a 5 year old.  Emma had the opportunity to try out the trapeze and try on some genuine circus costumes.  We saw some amazing things.  I gotta admit that I was bummed that there was only one clown in the entire show!  How can you have a circus without 12 clowns coming out of the little car?  I am disappointed in the lack of my face-painted friends.  Please Ringling Brothers...send out the clowns.  Clowns aside, Emma and I had the most amazing day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-5174406334513910158?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5174406334513910158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=5174406334513910158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5174406334513910158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5174406334513910158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happened-to-clowns.html' title='What Happened to the Clowns?'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/R4F1moeTTAI/AAAAAAAAADE/sr0tCgnd76k/s72-c/clownemma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-3559658895231165353</id><published>2007-10-11T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:31:06.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting Churches - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Planting a church is hard.  There, I said it.  There is so much to do, so many people to love on, and visions to share.  It can become so consuming.  It can consume you.  Not to mention the disappointments along the way.  People will let you down.  They will make empty promises.  They will bail on you.  They will be human.  Someone asked me the other day for some advice on planting a church and three things came to mind immediately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't do it if God hasn't called you to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; If God has not welled up within you a passion, a desire and a calling to plant a church do NOT go down that road.  Birthing a church is painful.  It's labor intensive.  It drains your spirit.  If God isn't in it you will crash and burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Protect Your Marriage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  The last thing that the evil one desires is for a missional church to be birthed.  It's the most dangerous kind church.  It's alive.  It's living on mission.  It's becoming a refuge for the lost.  So the evil one will do whatever it takes to destroy God's leader so that the birthing never happens or dies soon after birth.  We all know that the evil one hits below the belt and there is nothing more devastating to a baby church than a marriage that is crippled.   Guard your marriage.  Make it a mighty fortress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not for the faint at heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Birthing a church is not for the squeamish.   It's like walking among hungry lions at feeding time.  It's the most treacherous roller coaster known to man.  It take "kahunas" to give birth to a church.  Make sure that you've got what it takes to survive the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's my top three.  My good friend Hal warned me of each of these.  I thought he was crazy.  two years later I can say with absolutely no hesitation he was definitely right!  Thanks for the warning bro!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus told his followers to consider the cost to roll with Him.  If your contemplating giving birth to a new church - no matter what it looks like - you might want to consider the cost now rather than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-3559658895231165353?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3559658895231165353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=3559658895231165353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/3559658895231165353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/3559658895231165353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/10/planting-churches-part-1.html' title='Planting Churches - Part 1'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-2345032403331722577</id><published>2007-09-20T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:37:56.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;" styleclass="style_PromoText"&gt;This week has been an week full of blessings.  Amy and I got to go out on a date Monday night - just the two of us as one of our friends offered to watch Emma for us.  On Tuesday I got to spend the afternoon with Emma at Disney World and she rode Space Mountain for her very first time and loved it!   Then last night we had a very packed Community Group as two community groups combined into one for an evening of fun.  It was a really sweet night as we gathered around one of our church families and prayed for their needs!  It was so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to see what tonight brings!  I don't know about you but I am learning how to find so much joy in the little things that God does in my life.  These little things are 'miracles'.  They are gifts from God.  I believe that Highlands is one of those 'miracles'.  It is a church that is becoming.  I hope that you are a part of the miracle!  Hey, birthing a church is painful, just like any birth, but the rewards following makes it so worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing what kind of church Highlands becomes!  I believe that God wants it to grow, to be about changing lives, and to multiply into many churches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-2345032403331722577?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/2345032403331722577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=2345032403331722577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/2345032403331722577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/2345032403331722577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/09/miracles.html' title='Miracles!'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-6870298598565483997</id><published>2007-09-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:46:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Courage Of My 5 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/RvCFaYnCc0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iV5-FLm2Vxg/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/RvCFaYnCc0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iV5-FLm2Vxg/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111732265394795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight was an amazing night.  Tonight was one of those nights that makes you proud to be a dad.  Tonight was all about a father and his daughter spending time together at Disney World.  But this night was extra special.  For this was Emma's first time to ride Space Mountain and guess what?  She loved every second of it!  I was so surprised when the coaster came to a screeching stop that she was grinning ear to ear.  I thought for sure she would be so scared that we would never get on a coaster again.  She was so courageous.  I was so proud of her.  Oh, by the way, it was her idea to ride Space Mountain.  Honestly there was no coercing or even bribery on my part.  She ran through the line, jumped in the seat and launched into space all on her own!  Needless to say I am pumped...my daughter is just like her dad - a roller coaster junkie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the ride home I was thinking about Emma's courage and asking myself - why is it so hard for us to have that kind of courage when it comes to our journey with God.  Why am I so afraid to share my story with others.  Why do I hesitate to ask my waitress what I can pray for?  Why do I not talk to my neighbors more often?  Why is it that my 5 year old daughter can get on a huge roller coaster (for a 5 year old) and not think twice about it and sometimes I find myself struggling to share my story with the lady that cuts my hair?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then it came to me - I don't have the courage of my 5 year old.  What did Jesus say?  Come as a child (Matthew 18:3).  I have so much to learn from my little girl.  Her passion for life.  Her amazing trust in God and her fearless heart.  I want so much to be like my 5 year old daughter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, today was a great day...a milestone in her little life - today was the day my 5 year old daughter rode Space Mountain for the first time and loved it!  You know what her first words were when we got off the ride were?  Let's do it again!  Let's do it again!  Maybe I will begin to have that kind of passion after I share my story tomorrow.  Let's do it again!  Let's do it again, God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-6870298598565483997?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6870298598565483997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=6870298598565483997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6870298598565483997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/6870298598565483997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/09/courage-of-my-5-year-old.html' title='The Courage Of My 5 Year Old'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/RvCFaYnCc0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iV5-FLm2Vxg/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-3469714968327840139</id><published>2007-09-04T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:00:17.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Page Out of My Journal</title><content type='html'>"Deny Self" 9-4-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"This is one of the only requirements that you made to follow you - deny myself, take up my cross and follow you (Mark 8:34).  How does one live on the narrow road in Matthew 7:13 that always leads away from self - my road tends to lead me straight back to me.  How do I get off this train wreck of self-gratification?  How do I reflect everything to you in this very selfish culture?  I want to submerge - no, I want to drown myself in you - dying to my self - and brought back to life with the true mark of one of  your followers - self denial.  So much to die to - my fears, my pride, my stubbornness, my "I can do it" attitude, my selfish desires.  Could this dying to self be the home of joy?  Does that fruit of the Spirit called joy live in this land of denying self? If so, I am ready, I am ready to dive in to the pool of denying self.  I am ready to drown my selfishness and rescue my life of joy by taking up my cross, denying my self, and following You!  Here I go - one, two, three - splash!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-3469714968327840139?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3469714968327840139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=3469714968327840139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/3469714968327840139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/3469714968327840139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/09/page-out-of-my-journal.html' title='A Page Out of My Journal'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-8681237427260960031</id><published>2007-09-03T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:44:21.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Your Storytelling Going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we wrapped up the Network two weeks ago yet the mission remains - to become an avid storyteller.  Last week at Community Group we spent some time talking about where we were in our storytelling.  A lot of us are nervous and that's okay.  I want to encourage you to practice telling your story regularly.  Grab some coffee with a friend and practice sharing your story with them.  What's that saying, "Practice makes perfect."  While I wouldn't worry about perfection, I would definitely encourage you to practice.  This week at our community group we are going to take 15 minutes to practice our stories on one another.  I truly believe God has called us to be a church made up of people who willingly share their story.  That's one of the marks of a follower of Christ - one that shares the story!  I hope you will share your story. I would love to hear about your experiences in sharing your story as well.  If your not sure how to share your story or need help sharing your story I would love to help!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1059089127155783139-8681237427260960031?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/8681237427260960031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=8681237427260960031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/8681237427260960031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/8681237427260960031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/09/hows-your-storytelling-going.html' title='How&apos;s Your Storytelling Going?'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-5817326713439682671</id><published>2007-08-30T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:46:02.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Tattooed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/RtydC7vhMCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wgV5k9MK3JQ/s1600-h/themarkinvertlogoicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/RtydC7vhMCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wgV5k9MK3JQ/s320/themarkinvertlogoicon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106128751253598242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been awhile since I last entered a blog, huh?  Yesterday me and three of my pastor friends spent the day in Orlando visiting a variety of Tattoo shops as "research" for our upcoming message series called, The Marks of a Disciple.  I know you are wondering right away, did anyone get a tattoo?  Ricc, did you get a tattoo?  Well, I'm not saying I did and I'm not saying I didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So while we were visiting the shops one of the tattoo artists said this, "if you believe it then why don't you wear it?"  What a statement.  If we believe we are followers of Christ then why don't we wear the markings of a follower of Christ.  Woooo hoooo, that's good stuff.  Paul said it this way in Galatians 6:17, "Finally, let no one cause me trouble, for I bear on my body the marks of Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been spending the morning asking myself, "Ricc, do you bear the marks of a follower of Christ?"  That is where the journey begins...defining what those marks are.  I am sure there a few and just like tattoos they should become a part of who we are.  "If you believe then why don't you wear it?"  That tattoo guy was right.  Do you believe? Do you bear the marks of what you believe?  By the way, my friend Joel got to share His story with that tattoo artist.  Maybe one day soon he will bear the marks of Jesus.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till next time keep running the race and keep sharing your story!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1059089127155783139-5817326713439682671?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5817326713439682671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=5817326713439682671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5817326713439682671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5817326713439682671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-tattooed.html' title='Been Tattooed?'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/RtydC7vhMCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wgV5k9MK3JQ/s72-c/themarkinvertlogoicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-1126342597615788063</id><published>2007-07-09T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:35:39.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Out The Salt Shaker</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I was asked to speak at one of our sister churches.  The topic that was given to me was from Matthew 5:13-16.  You probably know it you just don't realize it.  It's the message that Jesus gave on Salt and Light!  I thought to myself, "Man, why do I have to do Salt and Light?  That's so cliche'!  Nobody wants to even hear it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as I was preparing for the message I began to read the scripture in Matthew 5:13 where Jesus says, "You ARE the salt of the earth."  That's as far as I got.  I read it again. "You ARE the salt of the earth."  Notice he didn't say,  "you MIGHT be the salt of the earth."  He didn't say, "someday you will become the salt of the earth."  Jesus told us believers that WE ARE the Salt of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called by Jesus to be Salt.  What does that mean?  I remember when Amy and I first started dating.  She put salt on everything.  We would go out on a date to Olive Garden and she would put salt on her bread-sticks.  Then we would go to the movies and she would put half the salt shaker on her popcorn.  I thought to myself, "Man this girl really likes her salt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for salt to do any good it must be added to something.  It must make contact with the thing that we want to be salty.  In my wife's mind that is most kinds of foods.  In our spiritual world that is people, specifically those people that do not have a relationship with Jesus Christ.  To be salt, we must rub shoulders with those that have no salt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is so powerful for us.  Jesus took the time to tell us what our relationship with the rest of the world should look like.  Guess what?  It involves us getting out of our shells and rubbing shoulders with the world.  I sat at Popeye's today (healthy right?) and as I looked around at all the people in the Popeye's I was reminded by the Spirit to be salt.  So, I was very intentional in my conversations.  Nothing of significance happened.  But I am determined that I am going to be a man of salt.  This is a good verse.  This is a great verse. This is a verse that can transform our communities and we haven't even gotten to the light bit yet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, let's not just say, "Be Salt.  Be Light."  Let's BE salt and let's BE light in a dark and spiritually bland world.  Pray for me as I strive to be saltier and I will pray for you that you will do the same!  I have a new respect for Matthew 5:13.  It's no longer just some cliche' - it's a verse that I need to hear in my life daily!  Till next time, let's keep sharing our story and hey - be careful out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-1126342597615788063?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/1126342597615788063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=1126342597615788063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/1126342597615788063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/1126342597615788063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/07/break-out-salt-shaker.html' title='Break Out The Salt Shaker'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-5137090784235800076</id><published>2007-06-05T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:31:09.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songwriter You Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Any songwriters in the house?  I've written a few tunes in my day.  None that will ever be on the Top Ten Billboard but that was never the purpose.  They were songs written to God for God.  My daughter, Emma, loves to write songs in back seat of the car on our way home from school.  She comes up with some pretty good ones too!  The amazing thing is that most of them involve God.  I cherish her song writing moments.  They make me so proud.  Speaking of song writing - I came across this verse today and wanted to share it with you - hope you enjoy and happy song writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Sing to the Lord a new song, for he has done MARVELOUS things;"  Psalm 98;1 - emphasis mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh how he has done MARVELOUS things in my life alone, not to mention the rest of the world and all of history.  He has done GREAT things.  As I look back on my own life I realize just how long the list of things he has done for me is and that doesn't even include the gift of Salvation.  God has protected me, he has saved me, he has corrected me, he has faced the consequences of my choices with me, he has comforted me, he has loved me in my rebellion, he has guided me through the darkness, he has nudged me through my fears, he has carried me through the dessert, he has refreshed me when I can go no more, he has done so much for me.  Oh how he has done so much for me.  Then there is the gift - the greateast gift ever given to any one person - the gift of salvation.  The gift of eternal life with the Creator.  He has truly done MARVELOUS things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I find myself feeling so good about all those MARVELOUS things and yet a part of me feels shame because at times I feel like I have taken those MARVELOUS things for granted.  I haven't sang a new song to the Lord.  I haven't said those simple words that I work so hard at teaching my daughter to say, "Thank You."  Oh God, Thank you for the countless and MARVELOUS things you have done.  I will sing to you a new song.  I will praise you, I will give you credit, I will do that one thing that I was created to do - worship and glorify you.  It is your kindness that has led me to repentance (Romans2:4)!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How MARVELOUS you are Lord - How great is your name and worthy to be praised.  You are truly amazing and worthy to be praised.  Most of all, thank you for your gift of salvation!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;May you be encouraged today to sing a new song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1059089127155783139-5137090784235800076?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5137090784235800076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=5137090784235800076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5137090784235800076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5137090784235800076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/06/songwriter-you-are.html' title='Songwriter You Are?'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-5194825596890462247</id><published>2007-05-31T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T06:02:20.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Idleness Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are two kinds of people in this world - those that encourage and inspire and those that sit back and suck all the encouragement out of you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was reading this week in 2 Thessalonians I was reminded of Paul's advice to the church of the Thessalonians and to us today.  He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, we command you, brothers, to keep away from every brother who is idle and does not live according to the teaching you recieved from us."&lt;/span&gt; (2 Thes. 3:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first hint that this was some pretty strong advice was in the way he began..."In the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ".  I don't know about you but that got my attention.  There a people in the church that are doing nothing but waiting around for the second coming of Jesus Christ.  They are not working, they are not encouraging, they are doing nothing but as my friend Sam Glen once said, "leaving butt prints in the sand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, they were excited about Christ's return, so excited in fact that they seemed to have just stopped doing anything.  Stopped working, stopped sharing, stopped encouraging, stopped period.  They became idle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I read this I thought to myself that Paul must be writing this because there was great potential in this church for idleness and possibly even complacency.  I believe the potential for this is even greater today and that's when the light bulb went off.  I must, we must, surround ourselves with people who are motivated, excited, engulfed by the cause of Jesus Christ.  That kind of ferver is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But idleness is contagious also.  It's like a dog with fleas.  If you hang around it long enough your gonna get fleas...your going to become idle.  I don't want to become idle.  I don't want to be yet another impression of butt prints in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote this in my journal this morning and hope it will be some encouragement to you..."I must surround myself with fools for Christ.  Those that have a ferver beyond the average - it's contagious but so is idleness - it's contagious also - I must stay away from idleness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't that what Paul said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep away from every brother who is idle..&lt;/span&gt;."?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord, your ways are SO not mine.  Yet I learn more and more about you!  I pray that I might be surrounded by radicals in the faith - those that are excited to serve you!  May I be aware of that that lack ferver and stay clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059089127155783139-5194825596890462247?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5194825596890462247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=5194825596890462247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5194825596890462247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/5194825596890462247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/05/caution-idleness-ahead.html' title='Caution: Idleness Ahead'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059089127155783139.post-7573032477930239223</id><published>2007-05-22T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:16:49.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(kindness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This morning I rode my motorcycle to have breakfast at Cracker Barrell with a good friend, Tom.   What a great morning.  I had an amazing breakfast (double meat platter - lots of bacon, don't tell my wife!) , our waitress (Reta) was amazing and Tom and I  had a great time sharing life with each other.  Once breakfast was over Tom left to go to an appointment and I took my time and made my way to my motorcycle.  I put my helmet and gloves on and went to start the bike and I got nothing...I tried again and got the same result ...nothing.  No big deal - I'll just push it off and get it started.  Nothing...I tried again and got the same result....nothing.   I even pushed it up the hill - turned around and rode it down the hill trying to get it started...nothing.  So what did I do next? I kicked the motorcycle of course and got the same result...nothing.  Then I called a few friends for help.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My friend Joel came right over to give me a ride home and my friend Steve came from Mt. Dora with a trailer to pick up my ailing bike and take it home.  I share all this to say that today I got to see KINDNESS in action.  This past week I have thinking about that word kindness a lot because our next message series, Change Your World, is all about kindness.  I found a quote about kindness that said, "Is it not the kindness of God that leads to a radical life change."  I've browsed many websites sharing ideas for random acts of kindness.  But today I experienced Kindness and let me tell you something - it was good.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It  changed my attitude.  It made a difference in my great morning gone bad.  It was just what I needed.   I needed to experience kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess I share this because I am all about transforming the community in which I live and today I was ever so reminded that it can begin with kindness.  Kindness towards people you know and kindness between you and a complete stranger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God has been so kind to me.  He has redeemed me from an eternal life seperated from me.  He has been a source of hope and encouragement for me in my darkest times.  He has been a perfect example of kindness to me.  Now I have been challenged by God to take my level of kindness to the next level and begin to share that kindness with others just as Tom, Joel and Steve did for me today!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wow!  I am so blessed to be where I am and to experience the kindness of God through those around me.  Thanks Tom, Joel, and Steve.  I hope to be KINDNESS to someone else today.  I hope someone may blog tomorrow about the kindness they recieved today from God through me.  Why not be KINDNESS for someone today!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;kindness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;, humility, gentleness and patience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Colossians 3:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1059089127155783139-7573032477930239223?l=riccconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/feeds/7573032477930239223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059089127155783139&amp;postID=7573032477930239223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/7573032477930239223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059089127155783139/posts/default/7573032477930239223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riccconner.blogspot.com/2007/05/kindness.html' title='(kindness)'/><author><name>Ricc Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462012592570105756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CFG60lP2MOM/TA5SPHqMQ3I/AAAAAAAAANs/X6pWV_Fs_tA/S220/Rice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
