tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456662276942848702012-02-16T18:43:59.752-08:00Truth in the Midst of ChaosThe Bakerboy himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00542840033898256105noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245666227694284870.post-45436289579921337592008-07-12T09:04:00.000-07:002008-12-11T04:00:32.824-08:00

Matt 7:7-11 tells us this...7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: 8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. 9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? 10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? 11 If ye then, being

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For roughly 10 years now I have cut off the ends of chip and candy bags to reduce plastic overage and tidy it up a bit. It doesn't matter if it's a bag of Doritos, bread, or Black Forest Gummy Bears, I'd rather not get all the chip and/or candy residue on my hands or clothing. Plus, it looks better when there is not as much baggage, pardon the pun.A friend of mine thinks I am insane because of

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It's certainly a messy job in a theater, a baseball stadium, football arena, or perhaps even in your own house. I spent an hour debating this very question with a couple of friends of mine last night. I was a little more than shocked at the response. My belief is that we clean up after ourselves whether it be in a theater, stadium, or grandma's house. My kids pick up their toys, their jammies,

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It was my son's birthday today. Nick turns five years old. What a great age. So, I thought, hey, why don't we hit the McD's! Good food, good times! (their next slogan) Anyway, so I pick him up from Joyce's office and he says, "Hey, Dad, I'll beat you to the door". Aha! I thought to myself. A challenge from the young lad. Battle! "I accept your challenge" I said to the ambitious child. He beats me

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I find it rather humerous that we as Americans can so easily and quickly say "It's the world's Biggest, Best, Tallest, Brightest, furriest, deadest cat in the world, in all the worlds, in every world, and on and on. We tend to exaggerate just a wee bit. I once asked my father as we were pasing by the famous Hillsdale fairgrounds in Hillsdale, MI if it was true. There is a ginormous sign on the

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Where did these commercials go? To where have they disappeared? Back when folks used things called VCR's, I would have a tape cassette in the recorder, timed out right, ready to record any good commercials so that I could watch and re-watch whenever I pleased. Now I figure...what's the point, right? Where has the creativity gone? have we run out of good stuff insise of a very short 15 year

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I've had a Jones for Cinnamon lately. I don't get it. All the sudden on a Sunday afternoon my taste buds perk up and start chanting..."Red Hots, Red Hots, send some now! Send some now!" And I can think or focus on nothing else until I can scrounge around and find either red hots or Cinnamon bears...otherwise I go completely nuts, of course my wife would say that I act the same with or without the

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I was sitting at Taco Bell yesterday, writing some notes and munching on some taco grindage when a group of about 7-8 kids walk through the door with two adults. I imagined they were from a pre-school or private daycare out on a lunchtime excursion during Spring Break. I return to my notes fumbling through the child chatter of what they were about to order. I recall my early days growing up and

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I have checking accounts at two different banks, and believe me when I say that I am in no way bragging about that. I just simply have a hard time switching all of my auto-pay, auto-deducts from one account at one institution to my account at the other.I was strolling up to the window at my credit union and rolled down the car window, popped out the capsule, slid in my check and deposit slip,

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We hop in the car to get something to eat and right away he says, "Dad we gotta play our game!" I had to think for a moment as to which one it actually was. Then he follows with, "I spy...something Blue." Before I could answer he blurts out, "It's the sky. Ok, your turn Dad."We went back and forth like that the whole way there. He'd start out saying what he saw, and then tell me what it was

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I was on my way to the office this morning and as usual was thinking about the course of the day...all the important things, I had a good steak breakfast, did I rememer to pack my lunch? What were we having for dinner? Do I need to pick up more Black Forrest Gummie Bears...ya' know, all the important stuff. I turned to look at a sign which read, "Box up your valuables where they can be safe. Rent

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The Komets were playing at the Coliseum this past weekend, and I thought to myself..."Self, did you not have a great time when you went to see a hockey game as a kid?" Absolutely! I asked my two oldest boys, ages 11, and 6, if they wanted to go see a hockey game, somethin different than renting a movie or playing a vid game..."Sure," they said with a spark in their voice. I thought, sweet! Some

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I remember time and again as a little guy walking into my Dad's office and seeing a mound of paperwork covering what at one time had resembled a desk of some type upon which one would conduct work, but you really couldn't tell it was a desk. It reminded me of our excercise equipment that has now turned into furniture...you know what I'm talkin' about! You buy it in January with every

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I was in my car on the way home from a weary day. My legs and eyes were heavy with a lack of sleep, and late nights. You see I had not been sleeping well due to some financial woes which were keeping me up and we were really feeling the squeeze on the 'ol wallet. I was thinking to myself, "What am I gonna' do?" So there I am, in the car, cruising along, trying to stay awake and

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I was in the kitchen with my son last week and we were cleaning up a little bit....well...ok....we were cleaning up a lot. Whatta-ya-gonna-do? I'm a kitchen guy. I like to cook. When I cook, I like to have a clean kitchen as opposed to my wife who can cook quite comfortably with stacks of dirty knives on the counter and a table full of stuff...but she does make a mean plate of pasta!So, there we

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Who would have thunk it??? The power of the fryer, and oil, and bread, topped off with a rich puddle of hig fuctose corn syrup, sugar, magic powder, and other fatty items that your mamma would turn in her grave if she saw you downing a few handfuls before, after, or during supper...well...I had a little idea!On my way home I stopped off at the video store to check on a flick, when it hit me like

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You get in the mood for certain cravings. You know how it is...chocolate chip cookie dough blizzard, krispy kreme glazed heaven, excuse me...I meant to say donut, and of course...Black Forrest Gummie bears. Again, you know how it is.Something overpowers your mind and while you had full inteded to go directly to the bank, the grocery store, and then home...somehow you get

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A guy pulls out of a Liquor store parking lot with a Santa cap, and Santa Suit hanging out of the trunk of his car. I think to myself...no wonder Santa didn't come to our house last year! Someone had kidnapped Santa Claus mob style, stuffed him in the back of the car, and has been interrogating him ever since. I can just see it now. Santa, tied to a chair with red licorice. sitting in a dark room

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Picture this. I am pulling out of a parking lot in tow, or at least trying to pull out, and this little ‘ol lady is just kind of…standing there in the middle of the road. She’s looking up, down, and around in circles. And there I sit thinking…what is the deal? Do I not have more important things to do than to sit here waiting for the mind of this lady to return? Finally she realizes that she was

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What is it about the wee small hours of the morning that brings about a slew of inspiration for creation on everything from the real of personal realization to the wonderful world of spirituality. Some may argue that they are one and the same. I can see that argument, but that is not what this personal ranting is all about. For years I have been staying up through 1, 2, 3am in the

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For years, I have been watching those 30 second Coke commercials withthe big polar bears and their cute little polar bear cubs flopping around anddiscovering this magical drink we have all come to know so well and lovejust as much as the bears. When they pickup an olde fashioned glass cokebottled filled with the liquid goodness, and then pop the top and drink of thesoda of the gods,

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What in the world is that about? Ok, so we have another kid, acting like a little baby, who bacause his girlfriend dumped him (yup, that's never happened to anyone except him) he lost his job at McDonald's (I guess his life is over, how does someone go on in this crazy little world having been fired from McD's? Oh, the humanity of it all) and he got kicked out of his house for not following

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So, there I was walking through walmart to pickup a few extra things. Cat food, above all else was on the list...placed there by my lovely wife. And thus, I find myself walking through that stupid cat ailse with all the tree-huggin cat lovers. What's worse, it was Thanksgiving Day! Yea. That's right. I am a procrastinator. On a four day weekend, I waited until Sunday night at 9pm

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Have you ever noticed, it doesn't really matter if you are in a hurry or not, but your wallet and your watch, two of the most important items on your person are most likely to be forgotten. Some people have a morning routine which includes cleaning up for the day, throwing your clothes on, and then sliding the wallett in the back pocket, keys in the front pocket, followed by change and

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Why would someone do this? You gotta' be passionate about something, otherwise, why get involved? Would it be because if you don't do it, no one will? How many times do we fall into that little trap? I could name quite a few into which I have fallen...but that's not really necessary. Let's just list some random examples...shall we? Steak. Need I say more? Ok, for those of you

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We had a JV meeting tonight that went relatively well, but with some fall backs. It is truly interesting how some things will work in certain crowds and then it has to be completely overhauled for others.For example...we can conduct a small group meeting at two of our schools where at the third...it JUST DON'T WORK! IT AIN'T HAPPENIN'. Why is that? I've heard all my life that kids are alike all

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We just completed our first of many LIVE recordings of the podcast, "The World Gone Mad" this past Wed. night. Things went smooth for the most part. There were a couple of hickups in the techie side of things, but for our first live recording it was a success. We had a large group there for the show and a great number of really good questions come rolling in one right after the other. They were

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NOTE: THE STUDENTS PICTURED ABOVE ARE NOT THE ONES OF WHOM WE SPEAK IN THE FOLLOWING STORY.Many people call them pre-humans because they are in that state of mind in between high School influence and the ropes of their friends tied to the grades before them...middleschoolers. Whatta' ya' gonna' do?We held a small group meeting last night at a local pizza joint with some kids who were funny just

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(PLEASE NOTE: THE STUDENTS LISTED ABOVE ARE IN NO WAY CONNECTED TO THE STORY I AM ABOUT TO TELL) We gave the gopsel last week at one of my schools and tonight we did some follow up to some of the questions they had asked last week in addition to diving a wee bit more in depth to the Bible and some discipleship. Some of these students are ready to go deeper in their walk with Christ and are more

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I overheard my two youngest sons wrestling and play fighting in the backrgound as I brewed my next cup of espresso from HemisphereCoffeeroasters.com. They would lightly smash eachother in the arm, face, leg, whatever body part that would not cause permanant damage to the opponent. It reminded me of my younger years when I would wrestle with my younger brother, and then we would both tackle our

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Ups and downs. It is seemingly difficult to explain and describe the being and person of Jesus to a group of teens whom you would think would care a little bit. Some did, many did not. We discussed who they thought God was, things he had done and not done, and read from Deut. and the book of Psalms which both expressed who God is, was, and how many long to be with HIM.There was somewhat of an

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This is my eldest son, in whom I am well pleased and very proud.He is just like me in many ways...for example. This 10 year old pictured at left called his grandmother and scheduled a week to spend with his grandparents 4 months in advance to be certain to get in in their calendar as well as our own. Aahh...10 years old and is already picking up the fact that with my mother...you have to plan

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One of the best side marketing schemes of the candy industry is the Cadbury Creme Egg. Although, now that I think about it, and perhaps you would agree with me, I believe that the creme egg was inspired by a higher power, however I have sever difficulty deciphering which power that would actually be...from above or down below? The creamy goodness surounded by a thin Milk chocolate shell just

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We have a dog that needs diapers! Is that not the strangest thing that you have ever heard. Talk about the effects of getting older. What in the world is happening? You wear diapers when you are young, you grow into big boy underoos, then underwear, and when you become to cool for that word, its...draws, then you get older, hair falls out and your wearing diapers again???We haven't had the best

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Who would have thought that we could find so many wasteful things to do with our time. I couldn't possibly teel you haw many people I have heard talk about the fact that TIME is our most important commodity...not money...oil...or carabu in Alaska which we absolutely should not kill...so that we may spend more money on foreign oil for the fat cats that already control most of the world's wealth..

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We decided to take a short break from a world gone mad and neglect to turn on the tv. This of course meant no tv, no movies, no tivo, no Oscars, and alas...no GodFather. Our feble attempt soon became a sour reality of, "Whatdo you do when you don't flip on the boob tube?" We cleaned, organized, swept, talked, played games, slept, and that took care of Wednesday. Now what?By Friday my fam had

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