<?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-3213578194335297974</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:22:41.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts Twenty Nine</title><subtitle type='html'>Acts Twenty Nine
The Next Chapter of the Church</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-8615600791802867543</id><published>2010-03-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:59:45.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day in Haiti</title><content type='html'>On May 1st, at New Day we are hosting an event called 'New Day in Haiti'  Only 6 weeks ago Haiti experienced a catastrophic earthquake that left 100,000+ dead, and 1,000,000's more helpless, homeless and hungry.  Haiti may not be on the front page of the paper anymore, but Haiti and her people our still on our hearts and minds.  We want to do our part to help bring healing to Haiti in the name of Jesus.  'New Day in Haiti' is a bagging event, which means from 9 am-1pm we will be bagging some meals to send to the children of Haiti.  When I say 'some meals' I mean 150,000 meals.  150,000!  That was not a typo...so we need your help.  It will take 400 volunteers to make this event a success.  If you have not done so already please get your tickets purchased ASAP!  It is $30 per person, or $75 for a family of three or more.  You can purchase tickets on Sunday mornings at a station in the back of the worship room, Monday-Friday in the church office, or log on to our event website newdayinhaiti.com.  Also, if you would be interested in being a financial sponsor, either personally or corporately, please contact Allen Zeck in the church office at 625-4947.  I hope you choose to make this event a priority, you will not want to miss it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3213578194335297974-8615600791802867543?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8615600791802867543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=8615600791802867543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/8615600791802867543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/8615600791802867543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-day-in-haiti.html' title='New Day in Haiti'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-61823130995606445</id><published>2010-02-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:55:08.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Prediction</title><content type='html'>Saints 31&lt;div&gt;Colts 28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-61823130995606445?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/61823130995606445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=61823130995606445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/61823130995606445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/61823130995606445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl-prediction.html' title='Super Bowl Prediction'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-3949641359941756266</id><published>2010-01-31T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:24:19.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idols</title><content type='html'>Over the last several weeks as a church we have been taking an up close look at idols that we are prone to worship, especially living in 21st century America.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we talked about the idol of success.  Sadly, many of us spend a good portion of our lives doing whatever it takes to make it to the next rung of the proverbial ladder of life.  We are trained to believe that the grass is always greener just one rung up...so we work overtime, get additional degrees, spend time away from the family, cut corners, compromise integrity...whatever it takes to make it to the next rung.  The problem with this scenario is that there is always going to be 'one rung higher', so the pursuit is a futile.  As a follower of Jesus our purpose in life is not about climbing one rung higher, we are called to come down from the ladder and serve the least and the lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we talked about the idol of vanity.  From an early age we are wired to be consumed/obsessed with external appearance.  For many people what they see in the mirror is what determines their value and worth.  What they see in the mirror dictates the direction and purpose for their lives.  The mirror seduces us into believe the 'little more' lie.  Take an inventory of the thoughts that go through your mind when you are standing in front of a mirror and if the truth is told many of them begin with 'If only I were a little more...'  If only I were a little more petite.  If only I were a little more muscular.  If only my complexion was a little more clear.  If only I were a little more...  Everyone can fill in the blanks, but we are all prone to believe 'If only I was a little more, then I would be happy/content/satisfied.'  The 'little more' lie is so deceptive because a 'little more' seems so achievable.  However, just like tomorrow never comes a little more is never enough when it comes to vanity.  We would be more content/stable/satisfied if we spent less time standing in front of the mirror of vanity and more time gazing into the mirror of the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, we discussed the idol of sex.  All other idols stand in the shadow of the idol of sex.  US News and World Reports states that over 8 billion dollars a year are spent on pornographic material in the United States alone.  Sex, which was originally a fine gift of God, has become a cheap substitute for God.  Everywhere you look in our culture you will see the devastating effects that the obsession with sex has had on individuals/couples/families.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope is that after our honest discussion about sexual sin today that men and women will decide to seek help to conquer their addictions and struggles.  If you have or are currently struggling with a pornographic addiction I encourage you to check out xxxchurch.com  When you are typing that in the computer be sure you do so accurately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May we be a generation who will bow down and worship God and God alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-3949641359941756266?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3949641359941756266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=3949641359941756266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/3949641359941756266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/3949641359941756266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2010/01/american-idols.html' title='American Idols'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-9173313679411982984</id><published>2010-01-06T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:02:18.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Mistake</title><content type='html'>My wife and I are in Louisville, Kentucky visiting her parents.  First night of the trip Alex was going to attend a women's aerobic fitness class.  I had planned to relax at a coffee shop until the class was over.  The night took a turn for the worse when on the way to the gym I jokingly said I would take the class with her.  She said, 'Really?'  I recognized this as a chance to win some serious brownie points and so I said, 'Of course.  I would be glad to.'  In my mind I was a little nervous because the name of the class was Bootcamp, but I figured it was a class for middle-aged women surely I would be able to do it.  She asked, 'Do you think you can do it.'  My pride swelled up and I said, 'By the end I will be teaching the class.'  We agreed that as long as at least one other guy showed up I would participate in the class.  Fortunately for me the room was full of ladies and so I began to walk away to read my book...that is when the 'one other man' walked into the room.  There was no way out of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 30 seconds into the 75 minute class I realized I was in big trouble.  Big exercise balls, women lifting heavier weights than me, exercise moves that required much more coordination than I am capable of...not a good combination.  The room was covered with mirrors on all sides, so there was going to be no sneaking out.  Trust me, I looked for every way imaginable to try to escape the torture.  At one point my heart was pounding out of my chest, my face was as white as Casper and so I leaned over and said, 'Alex you don't mind if I stop early right?'  She smiled and said, 'That is fine...as long as you don' t mind being a quitter.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 75 minutes of cramps and wheezing the nightmare finally ended.  I can confidently say that was the first and LAST Bootcamp aerobics class I will ever attend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3213578194335297974-9173313679411982984?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/9173313679411982984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=9173313679411982984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/9173313679411982984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/9173313679411982984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-big-mistake.html' title='One Big Mistake'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-1674440618778975942</id><published>2010-01-04T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:46:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have lost a good one...</title><content type='html'>As you know by now Craig Crynes, who has been serving as Worship Minister at New Day for 2.5 years, has officially moved to Dallas, Texas.  He and his wife Stephanie will definitely be missed. They were very gifted musically, but much more significantly they were serious about following Jesus and helping others to do the same.  We love you, we will miss you and we wish the very best for your growing family as you transition into this new phase of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-1674440618778975942?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1674440618778975942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=1674440618778975942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1674440618778975942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1674440618778975942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-have-lost-good-one.html' title='We have lost a good one...'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-7990516357122157986</id><published>2009-12-14T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:39:12.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>This year as a community of believers we are setting out to restore the scandal of Christmas by replacing consumption with compassion.  We discussed this last Sunday how the 'song of compassion has been drowned out by the chaos of consumption.'  Sad, but true.  Christmas is now all about Presents, instead of The Presence.  So again, we have set out this year to steal back the meaning and the scandal of Christmas.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the challenge:  Buy one less gift this year, set that money aside, and give it to our special offering we are taking on Christmas Eve.  Every penny of that offering is going to partner with Living Water International to dig a clean, water well in the country of India.  Tens of thousands of men, women and children die every year simply because they have no clean drinking water.  We are going to do our part to change that this year by building this well.  It is estimated that it would take nearly 10 Billion dollars to provide clean, safe drinking water for every person living on the face of planet Earth, and yet every year in America alone we spend some 450 Billion dollars on Christmas presents that we will be bored with by summer.  It is time to re-prioritize our resources don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of the day when thousands of miles away, in a remote village in the country of India, there will be a group of people gathered around the village.  In the midst of conversation someone will ask, 'Who dug this well?  Who gave us this water?'  Maybe, just maybe someone will say, 'Jesus dug this well.  Jesus gave us this water'...and it will be because one small church, in one remote town in Florida decided they could survive with a few less PRESENTS, so they could share the PRESENCE OF GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you be a part of the conspiracy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-7990516357122157986?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7990516357122157986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=7990516357122157986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/7990516357122157986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/7990516357122157986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-conspiracy.html' title='Advent Conspiracy'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-6830144905727713533</id><published>2009-11-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:16:42.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Repentance</title><content type='html'>One preacher said, 'We scream grace, but whisper repentance.'  Unfortunately that is an accurate diagnosis of the church today.  Grace is an easy message to share; repentance not so much.  As a result repentance doesn't get much press in the church, especially from the platform.  We are doing a series of messages through the 7 letters to the 7 churches in Revelation 2 and 3.  I couldn't help but recognize this week that in 5 of the 7 letters Jesus mentions the need for the church to repent of their ways.  Repentance apparently is held in high esteem by Jesus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we had a 10 minute time of repentance during our worship service.  Though it was a bit of an uncomfortable experience, it was one of the most powerful experiences I have been a part of as a preaching minister.  Surely Jesus was pleased to see 500 people repent of their ways.  My prayer is that every individual who repented this weekend will follow it up with intentional life change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we seek to transform our world with the story of Jesus may repentance never again be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-6830144905727713533?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6830144905727713533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=6830144905727713533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/6830144905727713533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/6830144905727713533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-repentance.html' title='Day of Repentance'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-2786573611207282570</id><published>2009-10-31T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:18:10.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway Robbery</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday my wife Alex and I celebrated our 4th anniversary in a bit of surprising way...we went to the 'This Is It' Michael Jackson movie.  I told you it is a surprising.  Before you shake your head at me for not coming up with something more romantic than watching Michael Jackson moonwalk across a stage for our anniversary, please know, it was at my wife's request.  Anyway, when we arrived at the theater she went to get us seats, I went to the concession stand.  I stepped up and ordered a Medium Coke and a Medium Popcorn.  Without smiling the teenage cashier said, 'That will be $12.00 please.'  I said, 'Oh you must not have heard me.  I ONLY ordered a Medium Coke and a Medium Popcorn.'  With a roll of the eyes she said, 'I know what you ordered, $12.00 please.'  $12?  I will say the Medium Coke was so large I needed both hands to carry it, and the Medium Popcorn was so ginormous that a small child could have hidden inside the sack, but $12?  As I walked away from the counter I was thinking....Highway Robbery.  I am pretty sure the Cashier was thinking...Sucker.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good night though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even at 50 Michael still had his moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 4 years Alex is as beautiful as the day I met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I must say,  it was the best $6 Coke I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-2786573611207282570?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2786573611207282570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=2786573611207282570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/2786573611207282570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/2786573611207282570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/10/highway-robbery.html' title='Highway Robbery'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-1001464075263324877</id><published>2009-10-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:10:35.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Table for Four Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1FysYr_MI/AAAAAAAAADk/EaMzHosTmDs/s1600-h/dad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394544665870204098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1FysYr_MI/AAAAAAAAADk/EaMzHosTmDs/s320/dad2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1Ff0QigJI/AAAAAAAAADc/NRTYRkg4Mh8/s1600-h/dad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1FfcLEfUI/AAAAAAAAADU/catwQxWvVrs/s1600-h/daddy3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394544335100607810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1FfcLEfUI/AAAAAAAAADU/catwQxWvVrs/s320/daddy3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1Ff0QigJI/AAAAAAAAADc/NRTYRkg4Mh8/s1600-h/dad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, October 12th, at 5:18 pm, my wife Alex and I welcomed our new son Cruz Alexander Snyder into the world. It is an indescribable experience when you lay your eyes on your child for the first time, even more so when they are placed in your arms. As I stare into Cruz's sleepy eyes my mind races with so many questions about him. What career will he have? A CEO, a Doctor, a Minister, maybe even a musician. Where will he live? Brooklyn, Los Angeles, Haiti, an unknown tribe in Africa...? Who will he marry? Will he marry? Will he prefer pizza like daddy, or veggies like mommy? (alright I think I know the answer to that one, but don't tell Alex.) Will he love early mornings or late nights? What will make him laugh? What will make him cry? What will make him smile? So many questions like these and many more. I am interested in learning the answers to all of these questions, but really there is only one question that matters to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whom will he serve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can choose to live in Miami or Madagascar and we will be content. He can become a truck driver, marine biologist, or Chef and we will be thrilled. He can become a millionaire or make minimum wage and as long as he is happy we will be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As parents our one desire for both of our sons, Cy and Cruz, is that they will choose to serve the Lord God Almighty with all of their heart, soul, mind and strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as Cruz and Cy are loving and serving Jesus, the rest is just details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-1001464075263324877?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1001464075263324877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=1001464075263324877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1001464075263324877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1001464075263324877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/10/table-for-four-please.html' title='A Table for Four Please'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/St1FysYr_MI/AAAAAAAAADk/EaMzHosTmDs/s72-c/dad2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-7838834762688005866</id><published>2009-09-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:47:52.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know, my bride Alex is pregnant.  Very.  Like 10 months pregnant.  In the midst of all the discomfort that pregnancy can bring, or so I am told (I have felt fine), she has had such a great spirit of joy and has maintained a sense of humor.  We have noticed that when people see a pregnant woman it is almost as if they cannot resist asking a question, making a statement or both...and everyone says the same things over, and over, and over again.  Some of them are very polite and encouraging, others, well not so much.  With that said last week Alex came up with a list of 20 things you DON'T say to a pregnant woman!  Hopefully these give you a good laugh they did us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You are so BIG! Enormous, HUGE, any adjectives that fit- Don't use them!&lt;br /&gt;19. Yep that's a boy for sure I can tell how you are carrying him.&lt;br /&gt;18. Oh yep- it is a girl- I carried my daughter the same way.&lt;br /&gt;17. You will NEVER make it to your due date!&lt;br /&gt;16. You still haven't had that thing! (especially not 3 months before the due date)&lt;br /&gt;15. When is your due date? They must have miscalculated!&lt;br /&gt;14. When is your due date? Oh yea- my birthday is on the 12th, and my neighbor's is the 13th, and my bank teller's is the 18th, and my ......etc.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you mind if I touch your belly? (complete stranger)&lt;br /&gt;12. I can't believe you are having your children so close together! How will you ever do it?&lt;br /&gt;11. I have never seen a belly so big before! (thanks Annie, hopefully I'll win the blue ribbon at the state fair)&lt;br /&gt;10. Was it planned! (there are no mistakes in the miracle of birth!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you gonna eat ALL that?&lt;br /&gt;8. Enjoy your sleep now, you'll never get any when the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;7. You look so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you still tired?&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you STILL eating?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you gonna get 'fixed' after this one?&lt;br /&gt;3. You look like your gonna pop!&lt;br /&gt;2. Any unsolicited story about the worst labor experience ever. (I've already been there, done that and don't plan on a repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUM ROLL PLEASE...&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever, ever, ever&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask if there's more than one! This is the most common, and the worst of them all! Are you sure there aren't two in there- you know it happens, There's no way that's just one- well I guess he could be a 14 pounder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after she completed this list a few more comments were made that just could not be left off of the DO NOT list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We could just knock your legs out from under you, and you would be like a rollie pollie that just can't get up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Is it hard for you to balance? I mean how do you even walk with out falling forward?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it hurt? (to which I said a simple YES!)&lt;br /&gt;4. If you get any rounder... (I was waiting for the next phrase, then what!) The threat never came!&lt;br /&gt;5. And quite possibly the best- Are you scared? (NO! do you know how many women have gone before me? Including myself?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people really did make these statements.  By the way when people ask, 'Is it twins?' which we are asked at least 20 times a day, with all seriousness we say, 'No, it is triplets.'  We get the most sympathetic looks...sometimes we tell them we are kidding, sometimes we get the last laugh as they walk away shaking their head in disbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-7838834762688005866?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7838834762688005866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=7838834762688005866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/7838834762688005866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/7838834762688005866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-those-of-you-who-do-not-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-1414138996298244960</id><published>2009-09-03T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:05:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin better all the time...</title><content type='html'>Today I had the privilege of preaching the funeral service for Alex's grandfather, Howard Priddy.  He was and is a great man of God.  Over the last several years he experienced physical suffering as his body was attacked by Parkinson's.  Though his mind stayed sharp, his body was losing the battle.  Even though he was trapped in a deteriorating body, his joy never diminished.  Even in these final months when someone asked him how he was doing he would always say, 'Getting better all the time.'  From a worldly perspective that would just seem like a foolish thing to say.  After all he couldn't walk on his own, his hearing had faded, his vision was blurry, and he began losing the ability to swallow...getting better all the time?  Yes.  The Apostle Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 'Therefore, we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For these are light and momentary troubles compared to the eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  Therefore we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.'  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Howard is in Jesus' presence in heaven.  I often find myself wondering what it will be like.  I know that John says there will be no more death, or mourning, or crying, or pain, but really, I wonder what it must be like.  At the risk of sounding a bit on the mystical side, though Howard is no longer living physically, I wish I could ask him one question.  I would be tempted to ask him, 'What is it like?', but instead I would simply ask, 'Howard, how you doing?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I know what he would say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting better all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-1414138996298244960?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1414138996298244960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=1414138996298244960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1414138996298244960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1414138996298244960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/09/gettin-better-all-time.html' title='Gettin better all the time...'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-4896277404025475375</id><published>2009-09-03T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:30:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I will point you in the direction of some teaching you just have to hear.  This is one of those times.  One of the Christian leaders I respect the most is Jon Weece, Senior Minister of Southland Christian Church in Lexington, Ky.  He is blazing a trail for churches who are serious about 'being the church' instead of 'doing church.'  He, along with his congregation, are ruthlessly, recklessly, unconditionally loving the city of Lexington in the name of Jesus. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently they have been doing a series of messages entitled 'IT'  When you get some time listen to the teaching at &lt;a href="http://www.southlandchristian.org/"&gt;southlandchristian.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT will mess up your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-4896277404025475375?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/4896277404025475375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=4896277404025475375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/4896277404025475375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/4896277404025475375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/09/it.html' title='IT'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-8622716438329275768</id><published>2009-08-26T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:48:57.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASP!  (Let me set the record straight)</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, my beautiful bride Alex is scheduled to deliver our 2nd baby boy on or around October 11th.  Though he is still in the womb we already refer to him as our son.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as I have learned many times already as a communicator everything you say is up for interpretation.  Two weeks ago in my message I said, 'I am the father of two boys...'  I didn't notice it at the time, but after the service several people came to me and said did you hear the gasp of surprise in the audience when you mentioned your 'two sons?'  They were inquiring about how he was doing, and when he had been born.  I was totally confused.  Finally the light bulb turned on and I realized the confusion  I had unintentionally and unknowingly created...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me set the record straight.  Our 2nd son, Cruz Alexander, is still living inside his mothers womb.  You will be the first to know when he is actually born.  By the way my official prediction is...October 5th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-8622716438329275768?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8622716438329275768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=8622716438329275768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/8622716438329275768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/8622716438329275768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/08/gasp-let-me-set-record-straight.html' title='GASP!  (Let me set the record straight)'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-4209488941578466130</id><published>2009-08-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:20:29.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furious Love</title><content type='html'>...so that phrase probably seems a bit confusing.  Furious love?  Those two words don't seem like they belong next to each other, in fact that may even seem to be contradictory.  Do a little word association....when you read 'furious' what is the first thought that comes to your mind?  It is likely that you associate 'furious' with anger, or rage, or hate, or animosity...so 'furious love' just doesn't seem to make sense.  Furious can be defined in a variety of ways, yes most of those have a negative connotation, but it also can simply mean 'unrestrained.'  With that definition in mind 'furious' may be the best adjective to describe the love of God.  The love of God is wild, irresponsible, irrational, limitless, white-hot, intense, reckless and unconditional.  It is a furious love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brennan Manning (I highly recommend his books to anyone who would like God to mess up their life in a good way) said it this way, '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The wild, unrestricted love of God is not simply an inspiring idea.  When it imposes itself on mind and heart with the stark reality of ontological truth, it determines why and at what time you get up in the morning, how you pass your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, and who you hang with; it affects what breaks your heart, what amazes you, and what makes your heart happy.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3213578194335297974-4209488941578466130?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/4209488941578466130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=4209488941578466130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/4209488941578466130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/4209488941578466130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/08/furious-love.html' title='Furious Love'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-1416960054784088658</id><published>2009-08-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:40:06.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Brimstone...well just Fire Truck actually!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday morning, 8:58 am, two minutes before first service was set to begin I was standing back stage with the worship team praying when the fire alarm went off.  Isn't it interesting that when a fire alarm goes off the first response is, 'Who has the keys to turn it off?'  Fortunately it was not a real fire.  A fan in the duct work had burnt up or yada, yada, yada.  Not really sure what happened, but it was an interesting sight to see 200 men, women and children standing outside the church building as the fire truck pulled up.  After a short walk through the fire personnel gave the 'A-okay' to enter the building.  We had to cut two or three songs on the fly (of course I wasn't going to make cuts in the sermon), but it was a  powerful time of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know what might happen on a Sunday morning.  Someday I may tell you about the day I was preaching in a small country church in Kansas when a bird flew right through the front door and made a beeline for my forehead.  Well I guess I just told you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-1416960054784088658?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1416960054784088658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=1416960054784088658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1416960054784088658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1416960054784088658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/08/fire-and-brimstonewell-just-fire-truck.html' title='Fire and Brimstone...well just Fire Truck actually!'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213578194335297974.post-1600531197961760972</id><published>2009-05-30T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:14:13.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan vs. Follower</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I begin a series of messages entitled 'Not a Fan.'  It is an often overlooked question, but one that must be asked by any person claiming the name Christian...are you a fan of Jesus or a follower of Jesus?  To some this question seems to be nothing more than an issue of semantics, but it is so much more.  Fan is simply defined as 'an enthusiastic admirer.'  A fan goes to the games, wears the gear, quotes the stats...but being a fan does not require sacrifice, service or surrender.  Fans of Jesus want to get close enough to receive the benefits, but not close enough that would require any kind of sacrifice.  Sadly, when you study personal morality statistics and lifestyles patterns it seems that church buildings every Sunday morning are full of 'Jesus fans.'  Many polls would indicate that when it comes to personal morality there is no distinguishable difference between those who claim Christ as Lord and Savior and those who do not.  A George Barna study found that only 3% of proclaimed Christians live with a Biblical world view.  For many of us it seems that it is time to get out of the stands and get on to the field.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope for New Day Christian Church is that when God looks down on us he does not see an auditorium full of fans, but he sees a group of people covered in a thin layer of dust because we have been following Jesus so closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213578194335297974-1600531197961760972?l=actstwentynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1600531197961760972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213578194335297974&amp;postID=1600531197961760972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1600531197961760972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213578194335297974/posts/default/1600531197961760972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actstwentynine.blogspot.com/2009/05/fan-vs-follower.html' title='Fan vs. Follower'/><author><name>Jamie Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03352394232582002839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZPMPeoI2Ug/SiHx31GtpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/hbasbg87PZ0/S220/IMG_5334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
