<?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-286992889505098297</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:07.746+10:00</updated><category term='marriage'/><title type='text'>i'd rather laugh than cry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3448808603972225351</id><published>2008-10-07T23:11:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:15:13.491+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Kious Jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SOtSJYlxr2I/AAAAAAAAAqM/f_hFA4bgzx0/s1600-h/liabilities0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SOtSJYlxr2I/AAAAAAAAAqM/f_hFA4bgzx0/s320/liabilities0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254383711431012194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing Olivia Kious Jolly (formerly known as Squiggle-Brick).  Her expected birthdate is mid to late February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an odd experience for Mike to see her squirm about on the screen this morning.  She has the sweetest face and the most darling pair of rosebud lips.  I think she has Mike's spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are curious about her middle name, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kious&lt;/span&gt; (which rhymes with "pious") is a family name.  I was very honored when Mike suggested we grace the middle of Olivia's name with Kious.  It was my mother's maiden name and my middle name.  The earliest Kiouses we are aware of were Hessian (German) mercenaries who fought in the American colonies for the British.  There is a document containing the name Jean Kaus who became John Kious when he decided to settle in the United States following the War for Independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family has issued the following statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is clear from the scan that Olivia has inherited her mother's psychological aversion to the color pink.  Although it cannot be 100% percent certain, it is relatively probable that she may also have a slight allergy to the color purple.  Family members have already been warned about her medical/mental condition.  Due to her sensitive condition, they have made the necessary adjustments to make Olivia's life as comfortable as possible.  Her mother, Christine, sadly was not diagnosed with the condition until she was in her 20s.  We do not wish for Olivia to experience the same problems throughout her life as her mother.  Others should be aware that if they wear pink or the slightly less menacing color, purple, this will not have an averse effect on Olivia.  Rather, the condition is confined to her own personal apparel and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3448808603972225351?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3448808603972225351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3448808603972225351&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3448808603972225351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3448808603972225351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/10/olivia-kious-jolly.html' title='Olivia Kious Jolly'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SOtSJYlxr2I/AAAAAAAAAqM/f_hFA4bgzx0/s72-c/liabilities0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2051040659783460085</id><published>2008-07-22T14:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:17:00.907+10:00</updated><title type='text'>don't waste your humor</title><content type='html'>Below are some quotes from C. J. Mahaney's recent talk "&lt;a href="http://sovereigngraceministries.org/Blog/post/CJ-Mahaney-Dont-Waste-Your-Humor.aspx"&gt;Don't Waste Your Humor&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apart from humor and laughter, one would be vulnerable to unwise, unhealthy introspection, discouragement, and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor cultivates humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us that only the humble are truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are humble love to laugh at themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should mind humiliation less if we were but humble." C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-deprecating humor reminds us that we are not the center of the universe.  It is a humble assessment of oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when I do not engage in humor, I usually have a high view of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is not humorous and ought not be laughed at.  I grieves the heart of God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2051040659783460085?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2051040659783460085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2051040659783460085&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2051040659783460085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2051040659783460085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-waste-your-humor_22.html' title='don&apos;t waste your humor'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-8897148145127179957</id><published>2008-07-21T09:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:08:51.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'>in each others business</title><content type='html'>Of course each individual is different, but I am amazed at how many people who are mourning or hurting truly long for people to be in their business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Piper's daughter-in-law recently wrote about her own experience with losing her daughter only days before she was meant to be born.  She longed for people to talk to her about her daughter, ask her questions, give her an opportunity to share what she was feeling.  My friend Cil, mentioned to me that some women who find themselves unable to have children feel as if their condition is the elephant in the room.  They long for someone to ask them how they are doing, allow them to express their pain.  But everyone seems afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often our culture encourages isolationism, as if we ought to bear each of our burdens ourselves and not bother anyone else about them.  If for some reason we cannot cope with our own issues, there must be something wrong with us.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this is so counter to Christian culture.  We are family, a body, fellow sojourners.  We need each other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about this, I realized that it is going to be extremely difficult for those so accustomed to isolating their worries to show the care and concern their hurting brothers and sisters need.  If you have at one time found yourself in the situation of being hurt and have longed for someone to share the burden with, be the example for others.  Show them what it is to rejoice with those who are rejoicing and how to mourn with those who are mourning.  Teach them ... US ... by your own example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-8897148145127179957?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8897148145127179957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=8897148145127179957&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8897148145127179957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8897148145127179957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-each-others-business.html' title='in each others business'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2931890897784218106</id><published>2008-07-14T10:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:55:10.388+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a family that laughs</title><content type='html'>I learned this lesson when I was at university.  I want very much to create a culture of laughter in my family, much like the &lt;a href="http://girltalk.blogs.com/girltalk/2008/06/at-home-with-hu.html"&gt;Mahaney&lt;/a&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In all this laughter, we learned humility. My dad led by example as he always laughed the loudest when the joke was on him. But whenever we did something silly (or can I say stupid?) he taught us to laugh rather than withdraw in pride. While it took the sons-in-law some time to adjust to our family culture, they now lead the way in pursuing humility through laughter.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2931890897784218106?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2931890897784218106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2931890897784218106&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2931890897784218106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2931890897784218106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-that-laughs.html' title='a family that laughs'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-749800591833033425</id><published>2008-07-03T10:33:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:47:28.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>learning from trials</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was just beginning to read the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Parenting-Raising-Children-Shapes/dp/0310247349"&gt;Sacred Parenting&lt;/a&gt; by Gary Thomas. Chapter 2 began with an Arab proverb--&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sunshine without rain is the recipe for a desert."&lt;/blockquote&gt; Thomas then went on to describe how Abigail Adams bade her nine year old son, John Quincy, farewell as he left with his father on a diplomatic mission to Europe for a number of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter, she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is not in the still calm of life ... that great characters are formed. The habits of a vigorous mind are formed in contending with difficulties. Great necessities call out great virtues. When a mind is raised, and animated by scenes that engage the heart, then those qualities which would otherwise lay dormant, wake into life and form the character of the hero and the statesman."&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is during those hard break-ups, disappointments, dashed plans for the future that carry so much uncertainty that I am convinced that God grows us the most. Our growth is somehow connected to how we respond to the challenge. Do we run to God or do we wallow in self-pity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that we believe about God at that moment?  A.W. Tozer once said that what a person believes about God is the most important thing about him.  It determines how we respond to blessings and trials.  It characterizes what we value or detest.  Do we believe he is a loving father who disciplines his children so they may learn from their wrongs and grow in knowledge and faith and virtue?  Or is he a passive being who merely watches from afar?  Or perhaps a cruel tyrant who takes pleasure in seeing man suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another parenting analogy ... it's the season ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching one of those Super Nanny type shows last night and every time the 6 year old boy flipped out and through a tantrum, the parents GAVE IN! The coach took them aside and told them that this was stunting their son's growth. "He MUST learn how to cope with life! And he will! But you aren't letting him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God cares for us so much more than these parents could even attempt to.  He is more touched by our suffering than these parents were when they saw their son "suffer" because he had to go to bed at 8:30.  His love for us sometimes involves miraculously snatching us away from the fire ... or ... allowing us to experience the consequences of our actions.  May we choose to grow during suffering or trials, rather than give into stubborness and throw tantrums.  May we learn to love God and love others better through each trial we experience and not coddle or sulk within our self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 Peter 1:13-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As obedient children&lt;/span&gt;, do not be conformed to the passions of your former ignorance, but as he who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, since it is written, "You shall be holy, for I am holy." And if you call on him as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; who judges impartially according to each one’s deeds, conduct yourselves with fear throughout the time of your exile, knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot. He was foreknown before the foundation of the world but was made manifest in the last times for the sake of you  who through him are believers in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having purified your souls by your obedience to the truth for a sincere brotherly love, love one another earnestly from a pure heart,  since you have been born again, not of perishable seed but of imperishable, through the living and abiding word of God; for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All flesh is like grass&lt;br /&gt;and all its glory like the flower of grass.&lt;br /&gt;The grass withers,&lt;br /&gt;and the flower falls,&lt;br /&gt;but the word of the Lord remains forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this word is the good news that was preached to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful is it to know that these trials come from God for his good purpose and to shape and mold us into the image of His Son! How awful it would be if everything was just by chance! ... for no reason! ... there would be no hope.  How much better it is to yield to God's work in our lives than fight it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-749800591833033425?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/749800591833033425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=749800591833033425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/749800591833033425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/749800591833033425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/07/coping-with-life-and-learning.html' title='learning from trials'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2746804133916150428</id><published>2008-06-29T10:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:53:35.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbKfJgnVmuY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbKfJgnVmuY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this video a year and a half ago when I came to visit Mike after we got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum that we were posting it on our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, is it a mushy one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um ... it depends on what you mean by mushy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lovey dovey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nup, not that kind of mushy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God, we have enjoyed a great first year of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week DJP from &lt;a href="http://bibchr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biblical Christianity&lt;/a&gt; asked me on Facebook chat if I'd recanted from any of my "extremist" statements from &lt;a href="http://ckhnat.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-path-to-womens-ministry.html"&gt;this famous post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  After a year of being married to Michael Jolly, I neither recant nor regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that one of the greatest ways of showing Michael that I love him is to show him respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married for one year!  What a surprise it was for us to find out that we're pregnant this past Wednesday!  He will be great dad come March.  I hope our child has a great sense of humor and isn't overly embarrassed by my silliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2746804133916150428?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2746804133916150428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2746804133916150428&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2746804133916150428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2746804133916150428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-regrets.html' title='no regrets'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3653537208097095792</id><published>2008-06-28T09:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:04:48.995+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my battle and Esther's</title><content type='html'>In Nancy Leigh DeMoss' recent series on &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=esther&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;, she concludes with a number of lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;• We are in a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The real battle is not between flesh and blood but is spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• We win the war with humility, with faith, with prayer and fasting, sackcloth and ashes, with reliance on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• God has a sovereign plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• God's plan will not fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• God sustains and orders and rules over all His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Through faith and obedience you can be a part of God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• There is no situation so desperate that God cannot redeem it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Don't judge the outcome of the battle by the way things look now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;The entire article can be found &lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/roh/today.php?pid=9933"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for a particularly difficult situation to begin putting to practice these truths.  Start now to integrate this into your entire life.  Let it become a disposition ... a lifestyle ... not an occasional cry to God for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3653537208097095792?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3653537208097095792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3653537208097095792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3653537208097095792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3653537208097095792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-battle-and-esthers.html' title='my battle and Esther&apos;s'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-101250593615571871</id><published>2008-06-25T09:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:58:38.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>golden memories</title><content type='html'>This post is &lt;a href="http://ckjolly.blogspot.com"&gt;i'd rather laugh than cry&lt;/a&gt; gold originally published &lt;a href="http://ckhnat.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-blesses-me-in-prayer.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; May 2007.   I've posted this in honor of our upcoming one year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo.ringo.com/185/185903576O290800723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photo.ringo.com/185/185903576O290800723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to a sermon that exhorts hearers to extend grace to others as grace has been fully given to them, you may nod your head in agreement but your mind is puzzled about how you might actually do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mavelous theory ... a great idea ... but how will I actually extend grace, what does that even mean?  what does it look like practically?  So you stow it away in a card file of "good ideas" in your brain, but keep on living life as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conversation today with a friend, I challenged him to move beyond the "idea" and toward the practical living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you bless and honor the reputation, family, and heart of the woman you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One practical way Mike honors and blesses me is through prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound trite.  One of those things in your card file ... you know you should do it ... but honestly ... what good could it actually do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of our relationship, Mike would end each of our conversations over skype or the phone with prayer.  Take it from a woman whose man leads her spiritually in this manner, I am blessed, encouraged, and proud that Mike leads us before God in prayer as the spritual leader in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to look forward to that time of prayer together more than anything.  It removed the distance between us bringing us together to stand before the throne of God in prayer.  God became more than just an honorary member of our relationship but the Cause, Sustainer,  Lord, and Fellow-covenanter in our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike continued this discipline when we were together for two months in Australia.  Each evening when we parted ways, Mike led me before the Lord in prayer to bring before Him our hopes, our sin, our love, and our desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that prayer ended our time together deterred a world of sin because we were living our lives before God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike leads in prayer, I am honored and blessed and respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, how can you honor the women in your lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, how can you encourage the men in your life in their spiritual leadership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For a fabulous Piper sermon on extending grace, click &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Sermons/ByDate/2007/1992/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-101250593615571871?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/101250593615571871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=101250593615571871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/101250593615571871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/101250593615571871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/06/golden-memories.html' title='golden memories'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2675543855831727388</id><published>2008-06-09T15:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:47.092+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Grace: The Gospel for Christians</title><content type='html'>I recently spoke at the Women's Winter Festival here in Hobart.  A recording of my talk can be found &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadshobart.org/talks/Women%27s%20Winter%20Festival/07.06.08%20-%20Womens%20Winter%20Festival%20-%2001%20-%20Living%20Grace%20-%20Ephesians%202.1-10%20-%20%28CJ%29.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible reading: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=eph%202&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Ephesians 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“If there’s anything in life that we should be passionate about, it’s the gospel.  And I don’t mean passionate only about sharing it with others.  I mean passionate about thinking about it, dwelling on it, rejoicing in it, allowing it to color the way we look at the world.  Only one thing can be of first importance to each of us.  And only the gospel ought to be.” ~ C.J. Mahaney, The Cross Centered Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What is this Gospel or Good News?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every one of us are more sinful and flawed than we ever dared believe, but MORE LOVED AND WELCOMED than we ever dared hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gospel is for Believers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the Gospel is for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gospel is for everyone, every day, ESPECIALLY those who identify themselves with Christ and call themselves Christians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtsbooks.com/product-exec/product_id/5563/nm/A_Gospel_Primer_for_Christians_Learning_to_See_the_Glories_of_God_s_Love_Paperback"&gt;GOSPEL NARRATIVE READING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get ANYTHING out of this talk tonight, I want you to walk away with the tools to battle doubt, despair, and discouragement in your Christian life by being able to Preach the Gospel to yourself, daily.  By arming yourself with the five facets of the Gospel message you can APPLY each of them to your life everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  INCARNATION – God became man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Ephesians 2:17)&lt;br /&gt;17He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. 18For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Ephesians 2:1-3)&lt;br /&gt;1As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, 2in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. 3All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrews 4:15)&lt;br /&gt;For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet without sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  SINLESS LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Romans 5:19)&lt;br /&gt;So by one man’s obedience the many will be made righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  CRUCIFIXION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 5:6-10&lt;br /&gt;You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. 7Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. 8But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God's wrath through him! 10For if, when we were God's enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  RESURRECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Ephesians 2:4-5)&lt;br /&gt;But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  ASCENSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Ephesians 2:6-7)&lt;br /&gt;And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Hebrews 4:16)&lt;br /&gt;Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW SHALL WE RESPOND TO THIS GOSPEL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you preach the gospel to yourself the more you will become overwhelmed with the hideousness of your sin and the glorious love and amazing grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to respond to this grace in 5 ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  GRATITUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for this: Ephesians 2:8-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;8For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. 10For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  CONTENTMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  HUMILITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  FORBEARANCE: being patient with one another, walking through life arm and arm, supporting one another on your journey in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Ephesians 2:19-22)&lt;br /&gt;19Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and aliens, but fellow citizens with God's people and members of God's household, 20built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone. 21In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord. 22And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Peter tells us HOW to forbear with one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(1 Peter 4:8-11)&lt;br /&gt;Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. 9 Show hospitality to one another without grumbling. 10 As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace: 11whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;5.  FORGIVENESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel that saved you is the SAME gospel that keeps you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul asks you to REMEMBER the gospel … preach it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember that at that time you were separate from Christ … without hope and without God in the world. 13But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Paul wrote to Timothy, a young minister &lt;blockquote&gt;“Remember Jesus Christ, risen from the dead, the offspring of David, as preached in my gospel.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;The churches in the book of Revelation were warned, &lt;blockquote&gt;“Remember, then, what you received and heard. Keep it, and repent. If you will not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what hour I will come against you.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Gospel is for you … remember it … preach it to yourselves daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2675543855831727388?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2675543855831727388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2675543855831727388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2675543855831727388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2675543855831727388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-grace-gospel-for-christians.html' title='Living Grace: The Gospel for Christians'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-1628990713459142632</id><published>2008-05-18T22:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:24:47.135+10:00</updated><title type='text'>minister's wife</title><content type='html'>Does your minister's wife feel loved and appreciated or neglected and misused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our ministers' wives was recently asked if she was being looked after by our church.  The older woman was perhaps surprised and pleased when this fresh, young minister's wife piped up that she had never felt so loved and looked after as she has over the last few months.  She has been bathed in prayer.  Her children have been loved by her sisters at church.  And she does not doubt that others in the church respect and understand the immense and wonderful responsibility of being a godly mother to her two little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to bless your pastor's wife, I recommend the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Commit to praying for her.  Over the past 31 days, I have been praying for the above wife of our new pastor.  Each day I sent her a card in the mail with Scripture written inside and a prayer I'd written for her based on the Bible passage.  The blessings I received by doing this for her were small in comparison to the joy and gratitude I see in her eyes.  Many times as I wrote out my prayers for her, the Scripture had so convicted me that I also lifted up prayers for myself.  If you'd like to commit to praying for your pastor's wife, click &lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/topics/downloads/index.php?id=9475"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to take part in the 31 day challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Also, click &lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/pdf/EncourageYourPastorsWife.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for 25 Insightful Ways to Encourage your Pastor's Wife.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-1628990713459142632?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1628990713459142632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=1628990713459142632&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1628990713459142632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1628990713459142632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/05/ministers-wife.html' title='minister&apos;s wife'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2717048510175631929</id><published>2008-05-18T22:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:55:53.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>Saturday is the wrap up of our women's Bible study on the topic of sanctification.  We're hosting a mini-retreat at which the women of the church are invited to join us for our last study.  We will also share with them what God has taught us and how God has changed us over the past three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P came up to me after church to share what she has learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.  My sin is horrendous in the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  God's grace is truly amazing and glorious and very much at work in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My church community is precious to me. I now see the importance of forming deep, meaningful relationships with my brothers and sisters in Christ ... allowing God to use them to change me and letting God use me to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2717048510175631929?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2717048510175631929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2717048510175631929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2717048510175631929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2717048510175631929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/05/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-4992764564950250772</id><published>2008-05-13T09:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:17:54.172+10:00</updated><title type='text'>USS Tarrawa</title><content type='html'>Monday morning a small group of just from Jane Franklin enjoyed a VIP tour on board the USS Tarrawa.  Just as we boarded the ship I was met with the familiar plaque of pictures of commanding officers.  The men and women in the pictures were not familiar to me, but my father and mother's faces once hung in similar plaques.  There in the bay were all sorts of military vehicles that I was familiar with ... the smell ... the sights ... all reminded me of my childhood.  Tanks, helicopters, HumVs, the slight aroma of grease and sweat, men and women in uniform ... nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v251/107/72/894925430/n894925430_2915575_7733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v251/107/72/894925430/n894925430_2915575_7733.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group from Jane Franklin Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v251/107/72/894925430/n894925430_2915543_9951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v251/107/72/894925430/n894925430_2915543_9951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-4992764564950250772?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4992764564950250772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=4992764564950250772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4992764564950250772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4992764564950250772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/05/uss-tarrawa.html' title='USS Tarrawa'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2900790536744583375</id><published>2008-05-13T09:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:47:44.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>can I be both pro-life AND pro-Obama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/frank-schaeffer/why-im-prolife-and-pro_b_85636.html"&gt;Frank Schaeffer&lt;/a&gt; thinks so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2900790536744583375?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2900790536744583375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2900790536744583375&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2900790536744583375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2900790536744583375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-i-be-both-pro-life-and-pro-obama.html' title='can I be both pro-life AND pro-Obama?'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-5997344173966095574</id><published>2008-05-12T09:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:54:44.805+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgbpF_itcdg/SCfvJjZSSZI/AAAAAAAABFw/nJlD4nuhB5M/s320/DSC06775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgbpF_itcdg/SCfvJjZSSZI/AAAAAAAABFw/nJlD4nuhB5M/s320/DSC06775.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's moved here ... she just doesn't know it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-5997344173966095574?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5997344173966095574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=5997344173966095574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/5997344173966095574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/5997344173966095574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/05/lauras-here.html' title='Laura&apos;s here'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgbpF_itcdg/SCfvJjZSSZI/AAAAAAAABFw/nJlD4nuhB5M/s72-c/DSC06775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-1196102309194131435</id><published>2008-05-11T16:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:57:10.252+10:00</updated><title type='text'>loving our mothers</title><content type='html'>Our women's Bible study at church has been working through the &lt;a href="http://www.ccef.org/interview.asp"&gt;How People Change&lt;/a&gt; (or How Christ Changes Us by His Grace) curriculum.  During one study we began contemplating ways that we could show the mums in our church how much we loved them and valued them.  It's understandable that mums can often feel left out of the loop or depressed that they cannot give the church what they once could before children came along.  But we wanted to show them that we understand that they are in a phase of life of performing unmeasurable amounts of concentrated blessing on their young ones.  So we determined to show them God's love in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the women in the church who do not have children and were keen to participate decided to adopt a mum as their sister.  The purpose was not to enter their sister's home and make her feel guilty and lecture her on how to be a better parent.  Instead, we wanted to be at their service.  If a new mum just needed someone to hold her baby for 30 minutes so she could take a shower ... consider it done!  If she'd really like some adult company or someone to read the Bible and pray with her ... done!  If she just wants to feel like a woman again and go out to a movie with friends and indulge in some ice cream afterwards ... done!  There is only one rule for the mums--they are not allowed to clean their home before their sister comes over.  ; )  In turn, we have received a huge blessing from ministering to and loving our sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, our Bible study made mother's day cards and gift bags for our sisters.  Inside each bag we tucked away our cards, a &lt;a href="http://www.greenandblacks.com/uk/productdetails.php?pageid=27&amp;amp;cid=6&amp;amp;pid=10"&gt;bar&lt;/a&gt; of fair trade chocolate, a CD of &lt;a href="http://www.sojournmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/prayer-of-hannah-jamiebarnes.mp3"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/a&gt; (Prayer of Hannah) by Jamie Barnes, a prayer for mothers (written by &lt;a href="http://madenoughtopray.blogspot.com"&gt;Laura Roberts&lt;/a&gt;), and an invite to our Bible study's wrap-up &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com/app/publicUrl/AMMIGSHZZKQTZAWKDHWP/miniretreat"&gt;mini-retreat&lt;/a&gt;.  I showed my friends Nick and Kate Jamie's song and they decided to bless the mums at &lt;a href="http://crossroadshobart.org"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; House this morning by performing it.  Everyone was blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for Our Mothers&lt;br /&gt;by Laura Roberts&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your eternal purpose to give all people life through mothers,&lt;br /&gt;And to send your Son in flesh through a mother’s womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless our mothers as they follow you,&lt;br /&gt;And guide them as they seek you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them wisdom, that they may instruct their children faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant them discernment as they pray for their children;&lt;br /&gt;Shape their hearts that they might desire the gospel to shine forth in their children’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you know what we need even before we ask.&lt;br /&gt;We earnestly seek your perfect will for our mothers,&lt;br /&gt;So that they might raise up children whose lives declare the gospel&lt;br /&gt;Of your Son, by whose sinless life, perfect death, and glorious resurrection&lt;br /&gt;We come before you with our requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-1196102309194131435?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1196102309194131435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=1196102309194131435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1196102309194131435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1196102309194131435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/05/loving-our-mothers.html' title='loving our mothers'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-789625921005316333</id><published>2008-04-11T14:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:26:43.038+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stop the press!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://madenoughtopray.blogspot.com"&gt;She'&lt;/a&gt;s coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights are booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really happening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-789625921005316333?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/789625921005316333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=789625921005316333&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/789625921005316333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/789625921005316333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop-press.html' title='stop the press!'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-5622011267882963866</id><published>2008-03-18T12:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:50:42.615+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bringing Laura down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/R98bjsHzUyI/AAAAAAAAApo/xtrfBy_kMqc/s1600-h/laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/R98bjsHzUyI/AAAAAAAAApo/xtrfBy_kMqc/s320/laura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178888396452614946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you be willing to do to bring &lt;a href="http://madenoughtopray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; down under?  Get involved &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=7719864956&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-5622011267882963866?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5622011267882963866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=5622011267882963866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/5622011267882963866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/5622011267882963866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/03/bringing-laura-down-under.html' title='bringing Laura down under'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/R98bjsHzUyI/AAAAAAAAApo/xtrfBy_kMqc/s72-c/laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-5611242362517715402</id><published>2008-02-08T20:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:49:03.709+11:00</updated><title type='text'>our new pad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v185/107/72/894925430/n894925430_2215158_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v185/107/72/894925430/n894925430_2215158_4261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-i-live-now.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-5611242362517715402?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5611242362517715402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=5611242362517715402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/5611242362517715402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/5611242362517715402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-new-pad.html' title='our new pad'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-4069158674476902808</id><published>2007-12-31T11:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:43:26.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful wedding weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v170/107/72/894925430/n894925430_1936028_4080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v170/107/72/894925430/n894925430_1936028_4080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's only fair to warn you that today you may see a side of me that you don't approve of.  However, please don't judge me.  Everything I say or do today will have a purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then hopped out of the car to meet our passengers at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we found each other without the aid of my nifty sign.  Disappointed, I asked if they wouldn't mind if we re-staged the meeting so I could use the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. and L. Baulch (G. being a founder and coordinator of a &lt;a href="http://www.campfire.net.au/"&gt;film festival&lt;/a&gt; in which films from different worldviews are presented) were more than happy to indulge my silly, odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike pulled up in the car, we all piled in, ready for the drive down to &lt;a href="http://www.portarthur.org.au/"&gt;Port Arthur&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of weeks ago, I was asked to be the rehearsal coordinator for my friends &lt;a href="http://www.peirceandchristina.com/"&gt;Christina Sonnemann and Peirce Baehr&lt;/a&gt;.  This was to be the wedding of the season.  Friends and family from all corners of the earth were to be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities began this past Thursday with a kitchen tea with Christina's friends all donning hats and gloves.  At the party I was able to meet Christina's Matron-of-honor, Rachel and her sweet baby girl Elenore (who has the most lovely little elfin ears).  At Rachel's own wedding, she honored Christina by directly placing her bouquet in Christina's hands rather than the traditional haphazard toss over the shoulder to all the desperate single women present.  Rachel is a lovely, tall woman and we became quick friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I was called to duty at Hobart's &lt;a href="http://www.stdavidscathedralhobart.org/"&gt;St. David's Cathedral&lt;/a&gt;.  Arriving early, I sat there quietly waiting for the others to arrive for the rehearsal.  I thought that my title of rehearsal coordinator was entirely honorary holding little actual responsibility, but still quite happy to be a part of everything.  But the moment the bishop arrived it dawned on me that my role was much larger than I began to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I became the bride's advocate other than just making notes of where people needed to be, when they needed to be there, and what they needed to do once they were there.  During the process of the rehearsal, there were numerous breakdowns in communication.  Christina and Peirce had a clear vision of what they wanted their wedding to be ... some present were having difficulty "hearing" that vision so it was up to me to communicate the couple's desires so they did not feel trampled on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one particular breakdown, Peirce seeing that Christina was visibly distressed took her by the hand and simply began to dance with her, effectively taking her mind off of the situation.  While chaos surrounded them, there they were in their own world practicing the steps to their dance for the wedding reception.  Rachel and I looked at each other and knew that the sight before us was yet another example of why Christina and Peirce were so wonderful for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drive down to Port Arthur the following day for another brief run-through and rehearsal dinner, I warned Mike that my methods of organizing people might seem a bit militant ... but then again I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; Maj. Hnat's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely drive with wonderful company.  The Blauchs were a marvelous older couple passionate about the gospel and reaching our culture with the good news of salvation in Jesus Christ.  They were incredibly encouraging to Mike and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived, Mike admitted to feeling a bit squeamish.  He had not been to Port Arthur since the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Port_Arthur_massacre_%28Australia%29"&gt;massacre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Arthur's event coordinator team was fabulous.  As I kept the wedding party punctual and organized, they were always 5 steps ahead having each event ready and waiting for us.  I was so pleased that Christina and her mother, Margaret, had asked me to take this responsibility off of their shoulders so they could relax and enjoy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I highly recommend having a wedding coordinator if you get married!  The advice I've given to multiple brides-to-be after my own recent wedding [6 months and 2 days ago] is: DELEGATE DELEGATE DELEGATE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, I arrived at the cathedral early to take care of minor details as well as to make some minor changes on behalf of the bride and groom (which involved my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;removing&lt;/span&gt; the unity candle from the stage which may not sound like much to you but there's a long story behind it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the wedding went smoothly.  My job was complete and I enjoyed getting to know some of the interesting guests that had come from long distances for this joyous occasion.  Many I now call friends who I never dreamed that I would have had the opportunity to meet until Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Gresham"&gt;Douglas Gresham&lt;/a&gt; was not only a dairy farmer in Tasmania for a number of years but is the step-son of the late C.S. Lewis and co-producer of the 2005 Narnia film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363771/"&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/a&gt;.  This classic fellow was incredibly easy to talk to.  Unlike others who never hear a word you're saying and always seem to thinking about what they are going to say next, Mr. Gresham is a genuine listener and marvelous conversationalist.  His wife is easily one of the sweetest women on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Baehr"&gt;Dr. Ted Baehr&lt;/a&gt;, (snicker) the father of the goom, is another man known for taking Christianity to the surrounding culture.  Based in Los Angeles, he ministers to those in the world of media.  Dr. Baehr's personailty is larger than life and his wife, Lily, is beauty and glamor personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the ceremony, invited guests were welcomed on &lt;a href="http://www.peppermintbay.com.au/"&gt;The Peppermint Bay II&lt;/a&gt; for a cruise down the river to the location of the reception.  We were entertained by a traditional bush band that led the guests in traditional bush dance throughout the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaped inside of me when I noticed the old copy of the book &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blue_Castle"&gt;Blue Castle&lt;/a&gt; (can be read online &lt;a href="http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks02/0200951h.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) on our assigned table.  It is that very book that essentially brought Christina and I into friendship when I decided to test this young woman on the extent of her love for all books by the Canadian author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're as much of a fan of L. M. Montgomery as you say you are, tell me the plotline of Blue Castle."  I was sure I had her.  Few people had even heard of that fabulous book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of it?!  Christina had written a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screenplay&lt;/span&gt; for it and was delighted that I loved it as much as she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the evening, Peirce whisked Christina Baehr away to a secret honeymoon destination and the guests boarded the ship to return to Hobart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun whirlwind this past weekend has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2007/12/wedding-craziness.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at Mike's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-4069158674476902808?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4069158674476902808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=4069158674476902808&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4069158674476902808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4069158674476902808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-wonderful-wedding-weekend.html' title='what a wonderful wedding weekend!'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3026443744320572968</id><published>2007-12-21T15:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:00:31.242+11:00</updated><title type='text'>an interview with a blocked writer</title><content type='html'>With men, you are met with facial-foliage, bathrobe, glazed eyes, the sound of emo music and the smell of filth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With women, you are more likely to be met with the sight of pajama pants, sweatshirt complete with ice cream stains, hair pulled back in a pony tail, the sound of Hugh Grant (gag!) fumbling his way through some sort of apology that leaves the woman shrugging (knowing FULL WELL that he'll only hurt her again and again) and taking him back, and the smell of bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the sights and sounds (and smells) that you might expect of someone with writer's block.  But when she opens the door, you see she's not alone.  She's got company.  Books are scattered across the coffeetable.  The comical lyrics of the Ditty Bops pour into the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mention that you noticed no activity on her blog for the past ... oh ... 2 months!  She laughs it off and changes the subject.  Still ... you're concerned.  You ask what she has been doing with herself over the last couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she's been to Sydney and back with her husband.  And then while he was away at a conference she's fought boredom by inviting friends over for movie nights and meeting friends for tea in the afternoon.  Her days are filled with work and her evenings with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be fine and yet you are somehow hurt.  Did she not get all the messages from concerned friends?  For a fleeting moment you think you see remorse despite her superficial smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrings her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ... I ... wanted to write.  Truly I did.  I still do!  But I just don't know what!  Occasionally an idea will come to mind while I'm out with friends but when I get home, that idea that once seemed so brilliant has become dull and uninteresting ... who would want to read it anyway.  I've stopped answering the emails because I have no hope to give them.  I began to fill my time in the kitchen concocting bizarre culinary experiments (hmm ... curried onion baclava ... could be good ... [WARNING! do not make!]).   I invited friends over for tea and have gotten to know so many people on such a deeper level.  I've been reading books and contemplating a future Bible study with women in my church.  In some ways I thank God for this 'block' and yet ... I know I have let down those that I call friends who read my blog and pray for me and encourage me through their comments.  I am ashamed.  What do I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at you pleading for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suggest something she could write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shakes her head.  "I thank you for your suggestion.  But others have tried to help me in a similar way.  I'm afraid I gave them false hope by my polite responses only to disappoint them when they clicked onto my blog later in the evening to find ... nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin to throw out the usual topics ... women, men, marriage, relationships ... what about the series she began about submission?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans back and closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath.  "It seems as if I have so much to say.  But is it truth?  Or merely experience?  Am I better off learning in humility and keeping my big mouth shut?  God forbid I pass something off as truth and cause a sister to stumble.  I feel instead that I have so much to learn and had best learn in silence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now see the battle she is fighting in her mind.  You sense the responsibility she feels.  You ask her to share some of her experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recounts a conversation she had with a newly married man at church.  "As we discussed the high expectations wives place on themselves in marriage, he responded that he would much rather have a relaxed, stress-free wife minus a kitchen garden, minus spotless windows, minus gourmet meals, minus a headache and sore feet.  He'd be happy to have none of those as long as he could have a wife that is happy to see him come home, has the time to sit down and talk with him, and the energy to allow him to express his love to her in the evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down at her hands.  "I remember for years before I was married placing expectations on myself concerning what I had to be and do in order to become the perfect wife for my future husband.  I don't think men put themselves through the mental torture women do ... although I could be wrong.  Over the past two months, as I read more of Scripture and learn more of grace, I have seen the pitfall of trying to achieve perfection of my own merit rather than leaning on the saving work of Jesus Christ and his Holy Spirit working in me to conform to the image of God's Son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I punish myself for not living up to my own imagined standard, I am often punishing myself that not only does God not expect of me but neither does my husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask her why she hasn't written about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so unqualified.  I have so much to learn of God's grace.  In the past I feel that I came to God with songs and sacrifices when he merely wanted obedience.  My pride showed in my writing ... look at what I was achieving!  look at how great my marriage is!  If I should boast, let it be in Christ ... not me.  It was Christ that brought Mike and I together and it is Christ who continues to make us a holy union ... NOT my cooking skills, not my cleaning skills, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit confused.  As a reader of her blog you hadn't sensed any pride.  Oh sure, others had  commented that perhaps she was too honest in her approach.  But you generally found her insights helpful.  Perhaps she's merely rambling and hasn't got all her thoughts together on the matter yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try a different tactic.  Glancing at some of the books strewn across the coffee table you ask if she's read anything good lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans forward excitedly,  "Actually, while on holiday in Sydney, I read an entire book cover to cover.  I'd read the same book when I was 16 but had greatly disliked it ... I don't even think I finished it.  But while visiting a friend, I noticed the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stepping-Heavenward-Inspirational-Elizabeth-Prentiss/dp/1577483421"&gt;Stepping Heavenward&lt;/a&gt; on her bookshelf.  I read it every spare moment I got while Mike was reading the paper, watching the news, or reading blogs online.  As I read, I began to see my own ongoing journey towards Christian maturity in the fictional journal of Katy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember being 16 and reading of the people in Katy's life who lovingly came alongside her encouraging her towards holy living.  I was frustrated and indignant.  Thinking that everyone ought to just back off.  She was trying her best.  However, my eyes widened weeks ago as I read the book again and realized the impact marriage has on shaping a person in holiness and grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My own experiences matched Katy's as I seek to please God despite my faults, selfishness, and failure to live up to what I think I ought to be.  With hope, I look forward to continue in my growth in love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once viewed Katy's frustration over her own sins as unnecessary and extreme.  But now I pray that God will grant me a more tender heart towards my sin and eyes to see my loving Savior who knows my sin and enables me to repent and rejoice in His salvation.  Stepping Heavenward gives me great hope that God might even use my "journaling" to encourage others as they see themselves in my experiences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smirk, "So you'll continue writing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems surprised at her own admission ... and yet wanting to be realistic she makes no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay for a bit longer and she tells you jokingly how she and her husband discovered how to have a holiday that both of them enjoyed.  She has plenty to say but still seems hesitant to write any of it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you leave, she checks her email thinking about everything you'd talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reads, "Laura says, Oh bah. What is the point of checking even?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She panics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3026443744320572968?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3026443744320572968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3026443744320572968&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3026443744320572968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3026443744320572968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/12/interview-with-blocked-writer.html' title='an interview with a blocked writer'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-7315613389777301065</id><published>2007-11-09T08:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:42:18.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike day</title><content type='html'>Saturday is Mike's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one of his greatest concerns is to raise enough support as he works full-time for FOCUS at the University of Tasmania. (Uni students aren't exactly the most affluent individuals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got the idea to surprise (hush hush) Mike by helping him raise some of the support he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea is that if everyone gave a minimum of $5 each that it would take care of a good chunk of his support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please consider donating $5 to his work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make your donation &lt;a href="http://www.afes.org.au/_donate/?sessid=2eec91c9ca948eba72532e120712b9c5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.    Be sure to select Mike Jolly in the "worker" field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you'd like to keep up with his work you can check for regular updates at &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;mikejolly.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ... recently, he has posted a number of posts containing the vision for FOCUS next year.  Exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember ... shhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you are overseas and the form doesn't work for you (might not work if you have a Visa card), you can download a form linked at the top of the donation page and mail in a contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for making Mike's birthday special for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-7315613389777301065?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7315613389777301065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=7315613389777301065&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/7315613389777301065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/7315613389777301065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/11/mike-day.html' title='Mike day'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3435373827650297457</id><published>2007-11-03T09:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:06:36.675+11:00</updated><title type='text'>don't believe Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RyufZlayX8I/AAAAAAAAApY/EUTsZ0EYTSY/s1600-h/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RyufZlayX8I/AAAAAAAAApY/EUTsZ0EYTSY/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128367862581452738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RyufZ1ayX9I/AAAAAAAAApg/PPsQNWt2e8E/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RyufZ1ayX9I/AAAAAAAAApg/PPsQNWt2e8E/s320/IMG_1833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128367866876420050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-then.html"&gt;tells you&lt;/a&gt; I'm messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me lying on the bed ... if you look closely you can see the outline of my body ... I sort of blend in.  Just look at my wardrobe ... brown ... green ... blue ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I haven't been responding to comments all week ... or updating my blog.  Having worked full-time all week ... the evenings left me EXHAUSTED.  I haven't been able to prepare our evening meals with the well-thought-through care that I'm used to.  The first night I came home and prepared dinner, Mike said the sweetest thing after I dumped a jar of sweet and sour on some chicken and frozen veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just after taking a bite) "I like it better when you prepare your meals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was a very sweet complement about my cooking.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I really enjoy making my meals from scratch.  It was good for me to know Mike appreciates the effort I've gone through to make nice healthy meals for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3435373827650297457?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3435373827650297457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3435373827650297457&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3435373827650297457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3435373827650297457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-believe-mike.html' title='don&apos;t believe Mike'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RyufZlayX8I/AAAAAAAAApY/EUTsZ0EYTSY/s72-c/IMG_1832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3664734953258192433</id><published>2007-10-30T21:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:50:55.489+11:00</updated><title type='text'>submission, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I’d read what the Bible had said about submission.  I’d read all the books about Christian marriage.  I was emotionally and mentally prepared.  I’d come to the conclusion that should Mike and I disagree on a matter … oh, say, something like whether or not we ought to move to Sydney or Nepal … I would behave as an Executive Vice President … after having thoroughly voiced my point of view, then praying about the matter, and finally, finding that we still disagreed, I would then submit to his decision.  No problem! &lt;/blockquote&gt;Read the rest of my post &lt;a href="http://www.babbleofthesexes.com/2007/10/30/that-dirty-word-that-starts-with-s-part-2/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3664734953258192433?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3664734953258192433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3664734953258192433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3664734953258192433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3664734953258192433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/submission-part-2.html' title='submission, part 2'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6018404961027624062</id><published>2007-10-28T14:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:19:56.837+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happened to me?!!</title><content type='html'>The day before our wedding during a rehearsal dinner game Mike was asked what his favorite characteristic of mine was.  And I was meant to guess his answer.  I hadn't a clue ... like many of the other answers, really ... my height? my hair? ... "Um, I don't know ... my eyes?" ... I know ... LAME! ... especially since my eyes are probably my least striking feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, silly.  I told you the other day what it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another think ... nup, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your skin!  Your beautiful smooth flawless skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red flags went up ... "Um, you know that my skin won't always be like this ... I'm certain wrinkles will come along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sweetheart.  I know that.  I love you no matter what your skin is like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph ... wrinkles ... I knew those would come ... but I definitely was NOT prepared for the onslaught of acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!  It's rabid!  I'd never had it this bad.  Sure, an occasional zit here or there ... but never massive clumps of painful red irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good cry about it last night ... especially since I'd gone to the shop for the weeks shopping and had run into FIVE people I knew.  I'd ventured out of the house ... not feeling particularly well yesterday anyway ... without any make-up to cover my blotchiness.  It was very humbling ... five people I knew ... one, a minister at a nearby Presbyterian church stopped and had a chat with me in the checkout line ... saw me in my humbling state.  But it wasn't just the encounters that brought on the tears, it seems to be out of my control.  Mike loved my smooth skin and I could do nothing to bring it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at skin complexion diets and what I eat on a daily basis definitely lines up with everything.  Is it my latex pillow?  Is it ... gasp ... Mike ... oh, no!  I'm allergic to Mike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6018404961027624062?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6018404961027624062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6018404961027624062&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6018404961027624062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6018404961027624062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-happened-to-me.html' title='what&apos;s happened to me?!!'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6699391987557991452</id><published>2007-10-27T15:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:27:39.918+11:00</updated><title type='text'>submission is a dirty word</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning a new series of posts on submission &lt;a href="http://www.babbleofthesexes.com/2007/10/26/that-dirty-word-that-starts-with-s-part-1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at Babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have much material already prepared, what would you like to see covered?  Please answer here on this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6699391987557991452?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6699391987557991452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6699391987557991452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6699391987557991452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6699391987557991452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/submission-is-dirty-word.html' title='submission is a dirty word'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-4334566750649519547</id><published>2007-10-25T10:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:35:55.945+11:00</updated><title type='text'>don't start knitting baby booties yet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mike and I found out that we will soon be "parents" ... of a couple hundred college students at a local residence for University students.  Not only will we get free room and board, but we will have such amazing opportunities to be right there among the students and minister to them in unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been searching for employment.  Tomorrow morning I begin working at a craft store much like the large craft and fabric stores in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I overheard an employee at Fullers Bookshop in town make a phone call to a customer, "Hello, Mrs. X?  Your book order has arrived.  If you like, I can drop it by your home on my way home from work this evening.  No, it's fine.  It's on my way home, anyway.  I just thought that you might like to save on the postage.  Good, I'll see you this evening then."  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why Fullers is my favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After some needed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; from Mike, the movers are speeding things up and I should have my shipment here in a few days... maybe.  Who wants to celebrate Christmas with me a few months early?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-4334566750649519547?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4334566750649519547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=4334566750649519547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4334566750649519547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4334566750649519547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-start-knitting-baby-booties-yet.html' title='don&apos;t start knitting baby booties yet'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3429159520848587420</id><published>2007-10-18T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:01:08.685+11:00</updated><title type='text'>do not applaud me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; I was always &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; friend.  You know … &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; friend who friends went to talk to about their relationships.  &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; friend who the guys hung out with because there was no danger of our friendship ever getting complicated with feelings. &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; friend who usually ends up as always the bridesmaid, never the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the friend.  I was the shoulder to cry on.  I was the ear that listened.  I was the heart that empathized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people fell in love.  Not me.  And that’s the way I liked it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Read my first Babble of the Sexes post &lt;a href="http://www.babbleofthesexes.com/2007/10/18/do-not-applaud-me/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ack!  I can't figure out how to do a double space between paragraphs on Wordpress!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3429159520848587420?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3429159520848587420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3429159520848587420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3429159520848587420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3429159520848587420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-not-applaud-me.html' title='do not applaud me'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3950938399271606628</id><published>2007-10-16T09:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:27:49.457+11:00</updated><title type='text'>no introductions needed for you ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.michaeldimarco.com/UserFiles/Image/babble-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.michaeldimarco.com/UserFiles/Image/babble-banner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but a larger chunk of the world has just been introduced to yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, I've been invited to become a blogger on &lt;a href="http://www.babbleofthesexes.com/"&gt;Babble of the Sexes&lt;/a&gt;.  There I will write the same tantalizingly controversial posts that you're accustomed to reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the silly &lt;a href="http://www.babbleofthesexes.com/2007/10/15/babble-gets-jolly/"&gt;bio&lt;/a&gt; I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop over &lt;a href="http://www.babbleofthesexes.com/2007/10/15/babble-gets-jolly/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and introduce others to me in the comments section.  It could be anything and everything ... like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's not all there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I dunno, she's tall...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She used to post heaps of pictures, but I'm not sure what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great blog!  You might like to know that you can get 1/2 off on patio furniture &lt;a href="http://pcci.edu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ... whatever you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3950938399271606628?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3950938399271606628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3950938399271606628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3950938399271606628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3950938399271606628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-introductions-needed-for-you.html' title='no introductions needed for you ...'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6202088249910270371</id><published>2007-10-15T09:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:32:23.387+11:00</updated><title type='text'>did i mention people?</title><content type='html'>Last week in desperation I applied for a job and was called in for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vibe was relaxed and friendly.  My interviewer had all sorts of questions for me about all the places I've lived.  Oddly enough, he was fascinated by the southern states in the US.  "Is it really as crazy as they say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, well, it depends on where you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the chit-chat now completed, he got down to the questions.  We were rolling through them without a hitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it that you want to achieve from your work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love working with people: meeting their needs, interacting with them, achieving common goals together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would your family and friends say about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That I'm a good listener and that I would go out of my way to help someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is an area in your life that could use some working on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um ... err ..."  Which do I say?  "Can we come back to that one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he asked me other questions, I answered "People, Customer Service, People ... Did I mention people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, now back to the question we skipped.  What is an area in your life that could use some working on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um ... well ... perhaps ... (I should have thrown in a Miss Teen South Carolina 'such as') err ... (Oh!  and then it occurred to me!) Administration!  I could grow more administratively ... (gasp!  my eyes got big with the realization of it all.  I laughed out loud.)  That's bad, isn't it?  (laughter)   This is an administrative job I'm applying for, after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the interview laughing and shaking my head.  Ah, sure I could type in data from invoices all day as well as anyone else, but I wasn't fooling anyone, that job just wasn't meant for me.  How much will I laugh if I actually get hired for it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6202088249910270371?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6202088249910270371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6202088249910270371&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6202088249910270371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6202088249910270371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-i-mention-people.html' title='did i mention people?'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-1399545420192296496</id><published>2007-10-11T16:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:16:22.388+11:00</updated><title type='text'>latest news</title><content type='html'>our newsletter update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/supportmike-news-vi-part-1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/supportmike-news-vi-part-2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-1399545420192296496?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1399545420192296496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=1399545420192296496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1399545420192296496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1399545420192296496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/latest-news.html' title='latest news'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3605988886581997784</id><published>2007-10-11T13:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:26:19.939+11:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>I have been meditating this week on criticism, confrontation, repentance, and restoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had become weary of criticism.  Like this quote from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment&lt;/span&gt; I was worn down and began to dread the comments (public and private) of a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You think it much if you have a friend who always makes bad interpretations of your ways towards him; you would take that badly. If you should converse with people with whom you cannot speak a word, but they are ready to make a bad interpretation of it, and to take it in an ill sense, you would think their company very tedious to you. ~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah Burroughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have received criticism over the time that I have been blogging.  These include such claims as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I lack years of experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I share too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I share too little,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I acquiesce to the whingers, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Last week I gave much prayerful thought to setting my blog aside (indefinitely) so that I might grow in knowledge and wisdom and experience.  Who am I that I think I have anything to contribute to the lives of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take criticism very seriously and used this past week to pray, search the Scriptures, and examine myself and my past writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen how God has used this medium, especially the interaction with commentors, to grow me in so many ways.  I have been humbled and corrected and encouraged.  Some were thoughtful, gracious, and loving, while others were tactless and blunt ... but I heeded them all desiring the truth they spoke into my life, not resenting them for the correction they offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I contemplated letting this blog go, I did so with dry eyes.  Perhaps, &lt;a href="http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'd rather laugh than cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had served its purpose.  It had run its course and like so many other blogs out there would die off into the cold cruel world of Google caches.  I do not cling to the url in desperation, fearing my life force would be drained away if I do not blog.  I could use the time to read more, memorize Scripture, open my home to other women, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was opposed to my throwing in the towel.  Mike pointed out that as I share my life with others they have been blessed and encouraged and convicted. Has this been my mission?  No.  Please don't think me cold-hearted, but I imagine that if anyone has been encouraged through my writing that it has been by the grace of God working in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my blogging as a conversation with friends and strangers.  Sharing my life, thoughts, experiences, and opinions ... and I suppose in that sense anyone can be challenged and blessed, as I have been by reading of your own lives, thoughts, experiences, and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not view it as a platform to be heard ... as if I am somehow a prophet of all things right and true.  "Be like me and you will live!"  (I doubt anyone would read this blog anyway if I did have such an attitude.)  I hope you do not have that view of me.  Instead, I hope that as I share "Hey, look at what I learned!" you will grow with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of this as a ministry.  But perhaps God has used it that way in the lives of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has used this blog as a tool to grow me spiritually, intellectually, and emotionally.  I doubt he's through with it yet.  Be gracious with me, friend and stranger, as I try to heed your insights and wisdom.  Come to me with the grace God has shown you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3605988886581997784?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3605988886581997784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3605988886581997784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-796277563577133528</id><published>2007-10-02T15:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:10:02.617+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my spidey senses tell me ...</title><content type='html'>Mike and I were watching Spiderman III with some friends this weekend and I think we were making donkeys of ourselves cuz Mike kept piping up ... "Ugh!  He's not LISTENING to her!  Dude!  Don't give her ADVICE ... she needs CUDDLES!" (I can honestly say that I am well-cuddled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "If you've got relationship issues, don't go hang out with your best guy pal.  You'll end up KISSING him!"  (I was right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy when newly married to assume you are an expert on all things pertaining to love and ignore your own issues.  Mike and I goof up but I will say that both of us are sensitive to the other's needs and are determined to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the film M.J. did not feel Peter Parker listened to her or valued her feelings.  She became quiet and internalized her disappointment.  With the tension building, she sought release in a guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to give your husband the silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike can tell you that I often become silent.  He's learned to read my face.  When I think that I have successfully planted a blank expression on my countenance, he points out that it's my angry face.  (I should really practice in a mirror.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not silent to punish Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm quiet or reserved more often than not I am thinking of my own sin.  And what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; personally can do to make the situation better.  I'm not in a bad mood.  I'm just concerned.  I may not even be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to communicate my thoughts much less what it actually is that is bothering me at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, longing to right any wrongs, is quick to list off possible reasons I might be troubled.  No ... no ... no ... yes, maybe, I suppose you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we are able to work through the problem.  We apologize to each other for specific wrongs we've done to each other and come up with a concrete plan to fix the situation.  Too often people merely say "Sorry" and leave it at that.  What are you sorry for?  What will you do to make it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my job to play the Holy Spirit for Mike nor is it his responsibility to play the role for me.  I made the decision before I got married that I will not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nag&lt;/span&gt; Mike.  Many commentors have balked at my choice to not make my blog a venue to reprimand husbands for their failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the type who apologizes by saying, "Honey, because you've been such a hard person to live with and because of your many bad habits, I have not been a good wife."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not recognize your own sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Dillow, author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Creative-Counterpart-Becoming-Mother-Longed/dp/0785263764"&gt;Creative Counterpart&lt;/a&gt; admonishes wives to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn to totally accept your husband.&lt;/span&gt;  You, too, are a sinner.  Christ accepted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get rid of the plank in your own eye.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;Matthew 7:3-5  &lt;woj&gt;Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-23321" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj&gt;Or how can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when there is the log in your own eye?&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-23322" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj&gt;You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;woj&gt;&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give your rights to God. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Ruth Graham wrote: I pity the married couple who expect too much from one another.  It is a foolish woman who expects her husband to be to her that which only Jesus Christ can be: always ready to forgive, totally understanding, unendingly patient, invariably tender and loving, unfailing in every area, anticipating every need, and making more than adequate provision.  Such expectations put a man under an impossible strain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discern positive qualities.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Philippians 4:8  Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask your husband's forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Matthew 5:23-24  So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, &lt;span id="en-ESV-23259" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj&gt;leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;woj&gt;&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verbalize your acceptance.&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;blockquote&gt;Ephesians 5:33 (Amplified) And let the wife see that she respects and reverences her husband--that she notices him, regards him, honors him, prefers him, venerates and esteems him: and that she defers to him, praises him, and loves and admires him exceedingly!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;For those who desire to speak the truth in love to your spouse if you know he is in sin, I recommend part III of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Excellent-Wife-Biblical-Perspective/dp/1885904088"&gt;The Excellent Wife&lt;/a&gt; by Martha Peace.  The entire section is about submission.  We know our husbands are imperfect (and so are we), so how can we as women who long to honor the Word of God in all areas of our life respond to the sin in our husbands' lives and yet maintain a disposition of respect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-796277563577133528?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/796277563577133528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=796277563577133528&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/796277563577133528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/796277563577133528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-spidey-senses-tell-me.html' title='my spidey senses tell me ...'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2636329469727544429</id><published>2007-10-01T14:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:14:56.727+10:00</updated><title type='text'>quirky award</title><content type='html'>Mark from &lt;a href="http://dasganze.com"&gt;DasGanze.com&lt;/a&gt; had to laugh when he was included in &lt;a href="http://saidatsouthern.com"&gt;SaidatSouthern.com&lt;/a&gt;'s weekly roundup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol!  I didn't realize you were in the "t" camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: I still have trouble remembering which is which.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emergent_church#.22Emerging.22_versus_.22Emergent.22"&gt;Is emerging the one with the dodgy theology or is it emergent&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I use the Music Man equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Do tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pool which starts with P which rhymes with T which stands for TROUBLE!  ... So emergenT = trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Congratulations on receiving my "quirky" award of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2636329469727544429?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2636329469727544429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2636329469727544429&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2636329469727544429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2636329469727544429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/10/quirky-award.html' title='quirky award'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6843737200275654033</id><published>2007-09-29T09:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:39:36.875+10:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage jesus</title><content type='html'>Pre-order &lt;a href="http://www.vintagejesus.net/"&gt;your copy&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6843737200275654033?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6843737200275654033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6843737200275654033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6843737200275654033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6843737200275654033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/vintage-jesus.html' title='vintage jesus'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-4164208097036046652</id><published>2007-09-28T15:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:32:34.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sudoku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rhettandlink.com/videos/sudoku-song"&gt;Rhett and Link&lt;/a&gt; are the type of guys you wish you went to College with.  Link's third grade music teacher must be sooo proud that he's kept up with playing the recorder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-4164208097036046652?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4164208097036046652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=4164208097036046652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4164208097036046652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/4164208097036046652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/sudoku.html' title='sudoku'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-8769984163338765840</id><published>2007-09-27T15:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:52:57.744+11:00</updated><title type='text'>just friends (married edition)</title><content type='html'>The post &lt;a href="http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-friends.html"&gt;just friends&lt;/a&gt; below has morphed into a discussion on the phenomenon of married individuals catching a cup of coffee with a close friend of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll transform this post into an arena to have a go at discussing this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a bit of what's occurred so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus:I would think catching up with a good friend of the opposite sex, as long as you and your partner trusted each other, wouldn't be a problem. Of course, it all depends on the particular couple and what everyone is comfortable with I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Angus, I read that and so many red flags fly up ...&lt;br /&gt;i believe that generally it is not so much a matter of trusting one's partner as it is a matter of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swil: But why is that limited to cross-gender friendships? UST* is not the only element that can make a friendship dangerous to a married couple. Does this mean the couple should not have any friends outside the relationship, because it might be dangerous? Of course not. It just requires wisdom, spent on a per-friendship level rather than on a blanket rule level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-8769984163338765840?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8769984163338765840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=8769984163338765840&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8769984163338765840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8769984163338765840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-friends-married-edition.html' title='just friends (married edition)'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2918414803390835228</id><published>2007-09-26T23:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:47:57.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just friends</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I was asked to put this scenario before you in order to get feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: (hangs head) I got turned down by someone.  I was interested in her and thought I was going about it the right way, however, through a friend I heard that she was a bit unsure of my intentions.  So, I decided to make them known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And she turned you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well, she sort of freaked out and gave me the "friend" spiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (eyes wide) Oh, no.  I'm so sorry. ... (pause) ... may I ask how old she was?  19 ... 20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: (a bit nervous ... had I guessed her identity) What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Content with that answer) Well, I only asked because that's the sort of reaction I would have given when I was 19/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (continued ...)  At that age it wouldn't have mattered how absolutely amazing you are.  I would be just so unsure about so many things in life that I'd be more comfortable with not thinking about you in a complex way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So how should I respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, when you let your intentions be known you obviously had planned on investing a lot of time and energy into making this relationship go somewhere, yes?  Is it worth maintaining a friendship with her when you know there will be no return?  You could always stick around and be her pal and bring it up again later ... but if that's too painful for you or you see it as a waste of time, just let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, I should say (tongue in cheek) "Sorry, your loss."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha ha ... well, to put it more tactfully, you could say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How should he respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2918414803390835228?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2918414803390835228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2918414803390835228&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2918414803390835228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2918414803390835228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-friends.html' title='just friends'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-1721814556099731912</id><published>2007-09-26T10:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:52:11.375+10:00</updated><title type='text'>not tonight, honey ... i have a headache</title><content type='html'>The ladies of Mars Hill's women's ministry blog have written &lt;a href="http://voxpopnetwork.com/reformingthefeminine/2007/09/25/not-tonight-honeyi-have-a-headache/"&gt;a blessing of an article&lt;/a&gt;.  They share that there are many reasons why a wife may not desire sexual intimacy with her husband.  Those reasons include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lack of desire&lt;br /&gt;2. hormonal fluctuations&lt;br /&gt;3. abuse&lt;br /&gt;4. physically exhausted&lt;br /&gt;5. no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they encourage women to move past these things and begin by seeking the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Make sex a priority, rearranging whatever is necessary in life until you have given it the proper place; remember, it’s a priority in God’s eyes and an entire book of the Bible is devoted to it! (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Heb.%2013:4&amp;version=47;"&gt;Heb. 13:4&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire article is well worth the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Reforming the Feminine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-1721814556099731912?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1721814556099731912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=1721814556099731912&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1721814556099731912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1721814556099731912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-tonight-honey-i-have-headache.html' title='not tonight, honey ... i have a headache'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-9076988327678959954</id><published>2007-09-26T10:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:32:18.211+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i married wonder woman ... now what?</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I'm so curious about &lt;a href="http://www.discerningreader.com/review/i-married-wonder-woman...now-what/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many books out there that God is using to transform the lives of women that I've often wondered ... how must the man feel when his wife morphs into a woman clothed in godliness and humble beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-9076988327678959954?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/9076988327678959954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=9076988327678959954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/9076988327678959954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/9076988327678959954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-married-wonder-woman-now-what.html' title='i married wonder woman ... now what?'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3332962484955885523</id><published>2007-09-25T15:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:16:54.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>worship links</title><content type='html'>a fabulous list of &lt;a href="http://www.sojournmusic.com/links/"&gt;links&lt;/a&gt; from Sojourn's music website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3332962484955885523?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3332962484955885523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3332962484955885523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3332962484955885523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3332962484955885523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/worship-links.html' title='worship links'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3033349491758712549</id><published>2007-09-24T11:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:44:51.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>how to deal with mental battles</title><content type='html'>read &lt;a href="http://voxpopnetwork.com/reformingthefeminine/2007/09/20/how-to-deal-with-mental-battles/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Reforming the Feminine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3033349491758712549?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3033349491758712549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3033349491758712549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3033349491758712549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3033349491758712549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-deal-with-mental-battles.html' title='how to deal with mental battles'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3406776593852191822</id><published>2007-09-22T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:02:40.528+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit and veg night</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, Mike preached a sermon from Titus 1 in which he really challenged the guys at FOCUS to "stand up and step up".  While the girls were encouraged by this and were challenged themselves to look for such characteristics in their future husbands, they still felt a wee little bit jipped.  "What about us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as Mike finished his sermon and someone prayed, I jumped up and promptly invited the women to come around to our place in a week's time and we'd have a chat amongst ourselves about what God desires for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few men scoffed that women could possibly have fun together minus the presence of chocolate ... but tonight we proved them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the girls from FOCUS arrived (bringing news of the &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/hobart-ablaze.html"&gt;fire&lt;/a&gt; in Hobart), we chopped veggies and juiced fruit and got to know one another better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, in the evening we read through &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Peter%202:13-3:12&amp;version=47;"&gt;1 Peter 2:13-3:12&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed that a godly woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  hopes in God (not in self, or husbands, or looks), which leads to&lt;br /&gt;2.  fearlessness, which leads to&lt;br /&gt;3.  an inner tranquility (gentle and quiet spirit), which leads to being able to&lt;br /&gt;4.  humbly submit to one's husband's leadership ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the glory of God and the sake of the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Piper defines submission as "the divine calling of a wife to honor and affirm her husband's leadership and help carry it through according to her gifts" in his sermon &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Sermons/ByDate/2007/2088_The_Beautiful_Faith_of_Fearless_Submission/"&gt;The Beautiful Faith of Fearless Submission&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we're going Op-shopping (thrift store shopping)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3406776593852191822?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-575606254161446131</id><published>2007-09-21T15:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:08:05.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>$2500 later</title><content type='html'>I am now the proud owner of a (temporary*) Spouse Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In two years time our relationship will be re-assessed by the government (to be sure it's genuine and ongoing), at which time I will then be a permanent resident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-575606254161446131?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6559342884276977037</id><published>2007-09-21T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:02:07.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>how to fight with a friend</title><content type='html'>click &lt;a href="http://voxpopnetwork.com/reformingthefeminine/2007/09/18/how-to-fight-with-a-friend/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Reforming the Feminine (Mars Hill)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6559342884276977037?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6559342884276977037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6559342884276977037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6559342884276977037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6559342884276977037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-fight-with-friend.html' title='how to fight with a friend'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3903144575365380070</id><published>2007-09-18T15:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:26:52.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're learning a lot, sometimes you think you know it all</title><content type='html'>I would like to publicly retract the word "selfish" from &lt;a href="http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-ignorance-is-selfish.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a comment in response from the welcomed criticism of a good friend (from the comment section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I've come to realize through correspondence over the past week that "selfish" is the wrong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman is unique and in a unique relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice would do very little to help a woman who is a virgin, finds it very easy to communicate with her fiance, and looks forward to the journey (whatever that may be ... whether laughing the first night because they JUST can't figure it out or enjoying each other passionately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, many women are afraid of the unknown.  Should the woman afraid of the penetration of needles much less the thought of her husband penetrating her remain in her fear?  No, this would be an example of a woman who ought to speak with a woman she trusts and respects and visit a doctor to be assured that her body will survive a wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she selfish if she does not go to a doctor ... no, just fearfully ignorant.  Not the bliss you described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 women, 2 expectations, neither selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are afraid do not need to remain in fear.  They can speak frankly with their fiance about their fear and seek reassurance and understanding from him.  They can speak to a trusted woman that can disciple them in placing their trust in God and his purpose for marriage and advise them on what to expect.  And they can seek out medical advice about their own anatomy whether from a book or a physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said [before], in many situations just having sex is not the answer.  But there are many underlying fears and expectations that need to be communicated (like Shiloh recommended above, as well) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still recommend women visit a physician beforehand but from now on my advice would definitely lack the edge of pressure with the risk of labeling a friend "selfish" ... God forbid I harbor a mentality that communicates "If you don't do what I do, then you're wrong." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been amazed and humbled by the public and private response to this topic.  I now understand that to use such judgmental language as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; is indeed uncharitable, and I am sorry and apologize to those I offended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3903144575365380070?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3903144575365380070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3903144575365380070&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3903144575365380070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3903144575365380070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-youre-learning-lot-sometimes-you.html' title='when you&apos;re learning a lot, sometimes you think you know it all'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-8351547703130292312</id><published>2007-09-16T09:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:17:34.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>reforming the feminine</title><content type='html'>A fabulous &lt;a href="http://voxpopnetwork.com/reformingthefeminine/teaching-links/"&gt;list of links&lt;/a&gt; of Mars Hill talks especially relevant for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the audio resource links in the sidebar of &lt;a href="http://ckjolly.blogspot.com"&gt;i'd rather laugh than cry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-8351547703130292312?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8351547703130292312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=8351547703130292312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8351547703130292312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8351547703130292312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/reforming-feminine.html' title='reforming the feminine'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-180241252421689887</id><published>2007-09-11T11:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:06:42.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'>when ignorance is fearful</title><content type='html'>WARNING: may be controversial but definitely worth thinking about.  (Male readers may find this post uncomfortable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I married him I knew that it was important for me to go see a doctor.  (At this point some men [if they are reading] may break out into a cold sweat and close the window.)  I was &lt;a href="http://sherrindrew.blogspot.com/2007/09/blissful-ignorance.html"&gt;blissfully ignorant&lt;/a&gt; of sexual intimacy and yet looked forward to that new expression of love that Mike and I would soon share.  The doctor, a kind Christian man, asked me if I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds and thousands of women underwent this sort of examination on a yearly basis.  Surely, there was nothing to be afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But women are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blissfully ignorant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual intimacy for a virgin often contains a fantastic world of unknowns.  But this fantasy world has its ogres.  There are tales of pain, blood, tears, embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an unsuccessful attempt to examine my body, my doctor was very frank with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine, do you love your fiance?  Do you wish to express that love to him on your honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then listen to me.  If you remain as you are you will be miserable on your honeymoon.  You will not enjoy sexual intimacy and nor will your husband.  As things are now, you will not even experience penetration.  Even if you did, it would bring both you AND your husband pain.  But it doesn't have to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to explain to me what I could do months in advance so that I could enjoy wonderful intimacy with my husband.  Did he explain various sexual positions that Mike and I could try to keep the romance alive?  No.  But he did instruct me very honestly concerning various exercises I could do so that there would be little or no pain and much enjoyment for both Mike and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his admonition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; seriously.  I was not afraid of sex because I knew that it did not have to involve tears or a great amount of pain.  I love Mike.  And to selfishly hold back sex from him when it was in my power to make it a joyful experience was not an option.  So everyday for two weeks I did as the doctor told me, and returned to his office to hear the glad news that I could now expect a blissful honeymoon (which we did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://sherrindrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherrin&lt;/a&gt; recently posted about the joys of being ignorant concerning things sexual.  A commmentor shared about her own experience at the doctor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[My doctor] had offered to have an honest conversation with me about s*x and give me some info about methods that would make it easier for me. I was of the opinion that this stuff was wrong and refused it.  . Then I had a horrific honeymoon and wish I had taken her advice. I did a lot of book reading an internet serfing to try to figure out what in the world my problem was only to find that this was very normal for virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are sad that we never really had a honeymoon. I am still very upset that that time was stolen from me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrin follows up this post with &lt;a href="http://sherrindrew.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-ignorance-is-not-bliss.html"&gt;When Ignorance Is Not Bliss&lt;/a&gt; in which she discusses the importance of open communication between the soon-to-be-married couple and a couple they trust to counsel them on what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think, "Oh, I'm willing to put up with a month or two of discomfort in order to avoid seeing a doctor.  I intend to go into the honeymoon with both a virgin mind and body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep your thoughts from lust and yet still understand the biology and ability of your body.  Holding onto your ignorance in the name of purity is depriving your husband (and yourself) of a great joy meant to be experienced in matrimony.  Beware, your ignorance may inadvertently breed  frustration and discontent in the man who loves you more than anyone else and desires to show you that love with his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the anonymous comment on Mike's &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-porn.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; (one of the many) about his pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  Sherrin linked to this excellent article on Boundless titled &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/answers/a0001543.cfm"&gt;Prep for the Wedding Night&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETRACTION: &lt;a href="http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-youre-learning-lot-sometimes-you.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-180241252421689887?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/180241252421689887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=180241252421689887&amp;isPopup=true' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/180241252421689887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/180241252421689887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-ignorance-is-selfish.html' title='when ignorance is fearful'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-8708658092109036798</id><published>2007-09-11T09:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:01:18.951+10:00</updated><title type='text'>clicking heels in the air</title><content type='html'>Not only am I pumped for the upcoming release of the book Vintage Jesus but I actually shouted for joy when I read THIS from the Resurgence &lt;a href="http://theresurgence.com/md_blog_2007-09-10_re_lit"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Also coming in 2008 will be the book &lt;em&gt;Practical Theology for Women&lt;/em&gt; written by my friend and deacon in our church, Wendy Alsup. Her book will address how women can and should be theologically informed. Curiously, she is a strong Reformed complementarian and stay-at-home mom with a degree in mathematics who is also a college professor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-8708658092109036798?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8708658092109036798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=8708658092109036798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8708658092109036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8708658092109036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/clicking-heels-in-air.html' title='clicking heels in the air'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-47628672555707095</id><published>2007-09-07T12:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:37:15.642+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>discontent</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, what an amount of discontent is there between man and wife!  If they are crossed in their possessions at land, or have bad news from across the seas, or if those whom they trusted are ruined and the like, or perhaps something in the family causes strife between man and wife, in reference to the children or servants, and there is nothing but quarrelling and discontent among them, now they are many times burdened with their own discontent; and perhaps will say one to another, It is very uncomfortable for us to live so discontented as we do.  But have you ever tried this way, husband and wife?  Have you ever got alone and said, 'Come, Oh let us go and humble our souls before God together, let us go into our chamber and humble our souls before God for our sin, by which we have abused those mercies that God has taken away from us, and we have provoked God against us.  Oh let us charge ourselves with our sin, and be humbled before the Lord together.'?  Have you tried such a way as this?  Oh you would find that the cloud would be taken away, and the sun would shine in upon you, and you would have a great deal more contentment than ever you had.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recommend the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jewel-Christian-Contentment-Jeremiah-Burroughs/dp/1878442287/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-5562683-6725520?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;qid=1189131649&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeremiah_Burroughs"&gt;Jeremiah Burroughs &lt;/a&gt;enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire book may be read &lt;a href="http://www.housechurch.org/spirituality/burroughs_jewell.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-47628672555707095?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/47628672555707095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=47628672555707095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/47628672555707095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/47628672555707095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/discontent.html' title='discontent'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-2469942549506836316</id><published>2007-09-07T11:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:17:21.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my wild island home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RuClVjZgxzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1kXan57oDY8/s1600-h/DSC06343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RuClVjZgxzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1kXan57oDY8/s320/DSC06343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107263767136225074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mike and I arrived back home in Hobart after spending three days exploring the island we live on.  Tasmania has it's small cities, cute country towns, and middle-of-no-where settlements.  But it is also still quite wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;saddr=Hobart+TAS,+Australia&amp;amp;daddr=Miena+TAS,+Australia+to:poatina+to:Tunbridge,+TAS,+Australia+to:Launceston,+TAS,+Australia+to:Middlesex,+TAS,+Australia+to:queenstown,+TAS,+Australia+to:Miena,+TAS,+Australia+to:Interlaken,+TAS,+Australia+to:Tunbridge,+TAS,+Australia+to:Hobart,+TAS,+Australia&amp;mrcr=9&amp;amp;mra=pi&amp;sll=-42.148785,146.4991&amp;amp;sspn=1.653532,3.647461&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=-42.148785,146.4991&amp;spn=3.307002,7.294922&amp;amp;amp;amp;t=h&amp;z=7&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt; of the route we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are &lt;a href="http://sbts.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2005251&amp;l=faddf&amp;amp;id=176700316"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; from the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-2469942549506836316?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2469942549506836316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=2469942549506836316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2469942549506836316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/2469942549506836316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-wild-island-home.html' title='my wild island home'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/RuClVjZgxzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1kXan57oDY8/s72-c/DSC06343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-1189554585187571154</id><published>2007-08-25T13:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:26:49.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i may not be a church-planter's wife but ...</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.acts29network.org/sehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifrmon/the-role-of-the-church-planters-wife"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; audio clip very helpful as a wife and a helper as a reminder to ask Mike what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-1189554585187571154?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1189554585187571154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=1189554585187571154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1189554585187571154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1189554585187571154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-may-not-be-church-planters-wife-but.html' title='i may not be a church-planter&apos;s wife but ...'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6131579953562475370</id><published>2007-08-25T10:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:01:45.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>our first weekend apart</title><content type='html'>It's 5 a.m. and I wake up snarking and coughing.  Mike pulls me close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think you ought to go to the conference?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even waste time trying to be strong to the point of rationalizing my going on an early morning 3 1/2 hour drive up to the north of the island and two days of reelingly fascinating talks and meetings while sniffing, sneezing, coughing, and blowing my nose.  What would everybody think of Mike, "Hmph.  What kind of husband is he?!  Making his wife come up here when she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; too sick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  Will you be ok without me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  But I guess I'll have to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Mike took care of me most of the day, making sure I was well hydrated, slicing apples spreading them with peanut butter, and keeping me company in the evening when he could have gone out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the past two days, however, I've watched too much television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it on cartoons and sitcoms that when there are two partners (one a man and one a woman) that the man is always an idiot.  The woman never trusts him and always has to work behind the scenes so that everything turns out okay despite her partner's blunders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I'm catching up on some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jewel-Christian-Contentment-Jeremiah-Burroughs/dp/1878442287/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-5338846-9187302?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1188006283&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; marvelous book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of amazon.com ... I just made a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/319J9TLOOY21U/"&gt;wishlist&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can tell a lot about a person by their books (or the books they want).  When I was first getting to know Mike, he sent me a photo of his room.  I zoomed in on his bookshelf and was quite pleased with what I found there.  "Hmm, yes.  I think we're compatible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why was I not surprised to find that my friend &lt;a href="http://madenoughtopray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; was listed on &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/catalog/ckjolly"&gt;LibraryThing&lt;/a&gt; as having a similar library to my own.  (Those books listed are only the books I have with me right now ... I'll have heaps more when my shipment from the US arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6131579953562475370?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6131579953562475370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6131579953562475370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6131579953562475370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6131579953562475370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-first-weekend-apart.html' title='our first weekend apart'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-1838559112585168170</id><published>2007-08-22T22:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:13:53.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's wednesday and i'm glad i'm not medieval</title><content type='html'>A flowchart instructing medieval couples when it is not appropriate to have sexual intercourse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBN28_j-VjA/RswYWaJnLdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jHx2lR_f0bw/s400/33406607_08d4c4cc43_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBN28_j-VjA/RswYWaJnLdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jHx2lR_f0bw/s400/33406607_08d4c4cc43_o.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on image to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h/t &lt;a href="http://readygo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-1838559112585168170?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1838559112585168170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=1838559112585168170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1838559112585168170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/1838559112585168170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-wednesday-and-im-glad-im-not.html' title='it&apos;s wednesday and i&apos;m glad i&apos;m not medieval'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBN28_j-VjA/RswYWaJnLdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jHx2lR_f0bw/s72-c/33406607_08d4c4cc43_o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-8015039674054913054</id><published>2007-08-22T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:06:44.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yummo</title><content type='html'>Because I have not yet received my shipment from the States (which includes my cookbooks), I've been enjoying &lt;a href="http://nickandbron.blogspot.com"&gt;Bron&lt;/a&gt;'s cooking magazines that she left behind for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the best online recipe sites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm specifically wondering if there is one out there about seasonal recipes in Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-8015039674054913054?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8015039674054913054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=8015039674054913054&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8015039674054913054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/8015039674054913054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/yummo.html' title='yummo'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-7430635153510763421</id><published>2007-08-20T12:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:48:23.624+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>unconditional commitment</title><content type='html'>A few days ago a friend asked me my opinion on a matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are your thoughts on unconditional commitment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard of the term.  Sure, many of us are aware of the idea of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unconditional election&lt;/span&gt; but what was unconditional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to gain time to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;form an opinion&lt;/span&gt; I asked him, "Um, in what context?"  Pulling random scenarios out of the air, I added, "In a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship? engaged? married? God/man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I dunno ... in general, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha.  Well, no help there.  I sat there for a bit, gathered my thoughts together, took a deep breath, and before I could start my friend chimed in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For instance, it is difficult for humans to engage in commitment to one another because unlike God we change.  God, however, is unchanging and constant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed.  And what a wonderful picture we have of God's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unconditional&lt;/span&gt; commitment to his chosen people ... whether it was to the people of Israel despite their fickle disregard for their God or to New Testament believers like us who frequently regard self more highly than God.  In the Old Testament, Hosea was called on to be a visual representation of God's commitment to his covenant despite his wife's unfaithfulness.  In the New Testament, Paul makes the comparison between Christ/husbands and the church/wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before my father would consent to marry Mike and I, he asked us both to seriously consider: Is there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; that the other could do that would make me want to dissolve my marriage commitment?  If either of us answered 'yes', the wedding would be called off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if Mike should decide at some point that he didn't love me anymore?  Would that annul me of any responsibility I had toward him?  (Many secular vows today replace 'till death do us part' with 'till our love dissolves'. )  What if he somehow changed drastically ... even to the point of forsaking God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we need to remember is that before we were united to Christ, we were enemies of God: in the position of the harlot before Hosea took her to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 5:6-8&lt;br /&gt;For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:10-11&lt;br /&gt;In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God in his great love redeemed us when we were his enemies, calls us his own, and has given the world a picture of his great love through marriage.  Christ gave himself up for us, sanctifies us, cleanses us through his Word, so that he might present us to God on the last day as pure.  When a husband follows the command to be as Christ to the wife he has chosen for himself, his aim is his wife's godliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marriage is a three-way commitment between a man, a woman, and God.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; is always faithful and shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unconditional commitment&lt;/span&gt; ... even when the man and woman do not.  Our commitment to each other ought to be out of reverence for Christ and for the sake of the gospel and for the other's growth in godliness.   When times are hard and your spouse seems unlovable or even unwilling to receive your love, for the sake of the GOSPEL love your spouse even as God loves you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of reverence for Christ&lt;/span&gt; always be quick to forgive and grow in godliness as we learn to commit to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-7430635153510763421?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7430635153510763421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=7430635153510763421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/7430635153510763421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/7430635153510763421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/unconditional-commitment.html' title='unconditional commitment'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6238266836664249360</id><published>2007-08-17T14:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:27:24.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>please join us through your support/prayer</title><content type='html'>Please pray as we sort out how to best honor God through our situation.  Pray that God would direct us to share our need with the right people.  Pray that we will not be too proud to ask people to join in our ministry through their finances and prayer.  Pray that we will be content in our current state and not covet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations can be made online &lt;a href="http://www.afes.org.au/_donate/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Select "Mike Jolly" from the pull down menu on the AFES donation page.  AFES manages the donations by receiving the funds and then redirecting it into our account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is our most recent supporters' update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that I feel the need to beg. Work this year has been a tremendously humbling experience, having to ask people for money in order to live and get by. So many people have been amazingly generous to me in providing the majority of my salary. But as the year hurtles towards its end I'm again asking for support. I'm approximately $5000 short of my target for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you may know I got married over the mid-semester break in Germany to the lovely Christine. I enjoyed the break from work and being able to get away from the worries and pressures of ministry. We arrived back from our honeymoon just in time for FOCUS' annual Mid Year Conference. This was an amazing time of spiritual renewal for both the students and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With married life now thrown into the mix I've realized just how little the MTS wage is. Christine and I look set to have real financial troubles over the next year and half, even with my full wage. Please keep Christine and I in your prayers as we work through this most difficult part of marriage. She is currently not able to work until her visa is approved (a massive process).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester began with a bang as we ran the worldview survey in week 3. The first couple of weeks were spent recovering from MYC and preparing the students for the survey. The worldview survey is, in my view, one of the best evangelistic tools out there. Students answer multiple choice questions before being analysed by a computer which tells them their worldview. This then leads to evangelistic conversations as the Christian explains the ins and outs of various worldviews. I spent 3 hours talking non-stop in just one day and had some awesome conversations. I don't say this to boast but to demonstrate just how effective a tool it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been excited by the prospect of running an evangelistic small group up at Jane Franklin Hall. This has flowed out of a small group that I started there in the middle of last semester (with help from others). It's been encouraging to see students in this group growing and being challenged in their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be preaching on Titus later in the semester. Please keep me in your prayers as it will be a struggle to get these talks completed in time. On top of all this Christine and I have recently moved to a new flat and continue to settle into sharing a home for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are challenges ahead for the year we have every confidence in God and his ability to provide for us. Please feel free to check out &lt;a href="http://mikejolly.blogspot.com"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt; for updates on my progress (the link is below). You can also now donate to me online via my blog. May God Bless you especially through his son Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Christine Jolly&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6238266836664249360?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6238266836664249360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6238266836664249360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6238266836664249360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6238266836664249360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-join-us-through-your.html' title='please join us through your support/prayer'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-6776136972484454412</id><published>2007-08-13T19:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:26:05.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the quirky side of germany (my homeland)</title><content type='html'>The following articles are from the online site of the German magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de"&gt;Spiegel&lt;/a&gt;.  From my own experience I was appalled/amused when a German woman explained to me that Lower Saxony locals took offense to being smiled at when walking by (as if you were laughing at them).  !?!  And apparently sitting in the dark with no lights on is considered "gemuetlich" (comfortable/cozy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,419029,00.html"&gt;German Men: Hunky, Handsome, Wimpy and Weak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At first glance, the blond six-foot hunks populating Germany make the place seem like a heaven for women. Until you start dating. German men are much more difficult than you might think.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,419712,00.html"&gt;Scoring a German: Flirting with Fräuleins, Hunting for Herren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Interested in bagging a German? It's not quite as easy as you might hope. Flirting here is different and much more subtle. And it's taken very seriously.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,416230,00.html"&gt;The Dark Side: Optimists Are Idiots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nobody can beat the Germans when it comes to pessimism. And forget about being happy -- here it's merely a sign of stupidity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,407764,00.html"&gt;Draftophobia: Blown Away by the Fear of Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A lot of Germans don't like drafts. Some even seem to have an irrational fear of moving air, believing it can cause pneumonia, flu, colds, clogged arteries and just about every malady imaginable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,416475,00.html"&gt;You Have What?: Mysterious Illness in Germany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Germans get sick like everybody else. But some of the diseases they come down with are often only to be found in Germany. Combined with an aversion to medication, it's no wonder the German population is dropping.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-6776136972484454412?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6776136972484454412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=6776136972484454412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6776136972484454412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/6776136972484454412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/quirky-side-of-germany-my-homeland.html' title='the quirky side of germany (my homeland)'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286992889505098297.post-3433095094944356378</id><published>2007-08-10T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:16:01.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>christ follower vs christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RtfNdg1fQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RtfNdg1fQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYdD-Qc7lbY"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRiijctGcAY"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIXDLUUn830"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etHujh8Ao7Y"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXKXG6fzL0E"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h/t Acts 29 Newsletter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286992889505098297-3433095094944356378?l=ckjolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3433095094944356378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286992889505098297&amp;postID=3433095094944356378&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3433095094944356378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286992889505098297/posts/default/3433095094944356378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckjolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/christ-follower-vs-christian.html' title='christ follower vs christian'/><author><name>ckjolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263260525667337446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBM-VZn6lRA/SGxJdzx_dPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qPOvQum4its/S220/glasses+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
