<?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-4524816862849543354</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:23.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonita Park</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-3559176336711249940</id><published>2009-05-04T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:04:55.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS</title><content type='html'>I want you to know that I am praying for you this week.  I know that many of you are in the heat of preparing for and taking finals and I realize how hard that can be.  Finals always had this weird anticlimactic feeling to me.  It’s like there is no last party or get-together except for graduation, which is really just for seniors, but even then there are so many family members around it isn’t the same.  It just feels like there is no real “goodbye.”  No countdown at Times Square with confetti falling and air-horns bleating.  Everyone just slowly goes away leaving behind a ghost town of a campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this feeling about Bonita Park too.  That is until one of the wisest men I know, Bob Kirby, straightened me out.  I was in the kitchen cooking, he stopped in to say “goodbye” and I told him how sad I was that he was leaving and that I wished he could be around all the time.  He answered purely and simply by saying “that’s what heaven is for.”  I think he was right.  We don’t need to be sad when we say goodbye to our friends because the relationships we nourish here on earth will be continued infinitely and perfectly in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to begin nourishing new relationships with all of you very soon.  I look forward to working with Kyle this week, Brittany and many of the crowd from SNU next week, the Portales group the beginning of the week after, and I most of all look forward to all of us being together Friday the 22nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-3559176336711249940?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/3559176336711249940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=3559176336711249940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/3559176336711249940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/3559176336711249940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals.html' title='FINALS'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-2844588955280405675</id><published>2009-03-10T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:30:44.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velvet food for thought</title><content type='html'>As food for thought for your Tuesday here is a quote from Velvet Elvis, one of the books I am considering for our summer staff devotionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus is the arrangement.  Jesus is the design.  Jesus is the intelligence.  For a Christian, Jesus’ teachings aren’t to be followed because they are a nice way to live a moral life.  They are to be followed because they are the best possible insight into how the world really works.  They teach us how things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t follow Jesus because I think Christianity is the best religion.  I follow Jesus because he leads me into ultimate reality.  He teaches me to live in tune with how reality is.  When Jesus said, ‘No one comes to the Father except through me’, he was saying that his way, his words, his life is our connection to how things truly are at the deepest levels of existence.  For Jesus then, the point of religion is to help us connect with ultimate reality, God.  I love the way Paul puts it in the book of Colossians:  These religious acts and rituals are shadows of the reality.  ‘The reality...is found in Christ.’"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-2844588955280405675?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/2844588955280405675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=2844588955280405675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/2844588955280405675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/2844588955280405675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/03/velvet-food-for-thought.html' title='Velvet food for thought'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-2551031545945642486</id><published>2009-03-05T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:31:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor's epic fail</title><content type='html'>epic fail (ep'ic fāl)&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1. "Fail" is the name of a popular internet meme where users superimpose the word "fail" or "epic fail" onto embarrassing, ironic, or compromising photos or short videos.&lt;br /&gt;2. What happened to Connor on Wednesday, March 4, 2009 when he tested the new, and never to be used again, zipline braking system.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;catastrophic fail (ka-tə-strä-fik fāl)&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1. an "epic fail" that involves serious injury or death.&lt;br /&gt;2. a cooler way to say "epic fail".&lt;br /&gt;3. what would have happened if Connor's neck instead of his legs would have gotten wrapped up in the new, and never to be used again, zipline braking system at thirty miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, Eddie, Felecia and I tried to install the new zipline braking system yesterday.  The idea was for us to lower and tighten the cable so that our participants would come screaming across the pond with no chance of getting stuck over the water.  Theoretically this would also eliminate the need for a lift as the participants would end their ride nearly touching the ground.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The flaw of our design came in the braking system.  As you can imagine if a rider were to come down the line without slowing at all the result would be, well, catastrophic.  Our braking system consisted of a long, indestructable bungee cord which ran from anchors on the ground on either side of the zipline cable up to a "brake block" that was attached to the cable making an inverted "V" of bungee.  The rider would, in theory, ride down, hit the brake block, the bungees would stretch, and the ride would be over.  This all seemed good, until I tried it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For the full story of what happened when you would have to ask Felecia or Eddie because I was so flipped around I mostly blacked out once I hit.  What I remember is constantly accelerating up to what I guess was thirty miles an hour until I hit the brake block.  At this point evidence and eye-witness reports suggest that I hit the brake block sideways with the backs of my legs draped over the bungee which caused my upper body to flip down and wrap around the bungee over and over again.  I flipped so hard, in fact, that my sunglasses flew from where I stopped near the catch lift all the way to the catch tower.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well that is my story.  Needless to say we reverted to the old catch system and are considering plan B.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have finished and love Blue Like Jazz.  Buy it and read it yesterday.  Here is a quote I paraphrased to help a guy jump off the zipline.  "I think we have two choices in the face of such big beauty: terror or awe.  And this is precisely why we attempt to chart God, because we want to be able to predict Him, to dissect Him, to carry Him around in our dog and pony show.  We are too proud to feel awe and to fearful to feel terror.  We reduce Him to math so we don't have to fear Him, and yet the Bible tells us fear is the appropriate response, that it is the beginning of wisdom.  Does this mean God is going to hurt us?  No.  But I stood on the edge of the Grand Canyon once, behind a railing, and though I was never going to fall of the edge, I feared the thought of it.  It is that big of a place, that wonderful of a landscape."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-2551031545945642486?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/2551031545945642486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=2551031545945642486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/2551031545945642486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/2551031545945642486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/03/connors-epic-fail.html' title='Connor&apos;s epic fail'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-3761418564459953018</id><published>2009-02-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:39:42.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weekend, Blue Like Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;I hope your weekend was as  good as mine.  Saturday we had a great camp board meeting.  Church on Sunday was  awesome followed by lunch at Rick and Sue’s, a quick hop into Caiden Walls’  third birthday party, then the pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;ce de r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;sistance, bouldering at  South Fork with Mexican food to follow.  Monday Thatcher had a doctor’s  appointment in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so Felecia went with us and we made  a day out of it.  We had a fun time at the zoo, bought too much stuff at REI  including the biggest Nalgene ever &lt;a title="http://www.rei.com/product/629248" href="http://www.rei.com/product/629248"&gt;http://www.rei.com/product/629248&lt;/a&gt;,  and had a great dinner at Taco Cabana.  What really set Monday off was Felecia’s  purchase of climbing shoes, a chalk bag, and an REI membership.  Welcome to the  club Leash!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;Lately I have been reading  through &lt;u&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/u&gt; by Donald Miller.  I am considering it for our  summer devotionals, it is awesome.  Here is a long quote as an appetizer and to  make your brain work a little this week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;“In a recent radio interview  I was sternly asked by the host, who did not consider himself a Christian, to  defend Christianity.  I told him that I couldn’t do it, and moreover, that I  didn’t want to defend the term.  He asked me if I was a Christian, and I told  him yes.  ‘Then why don’t you want to defend Christianity?’ he asked, confused.   I told him I no longer knew what the term meant.  Of the hundreds of thousands  of people listening to his show that day, some of them had terrible experiences  with Christianity; they may have been yelled at by a teacher in a Christian  school, abused by a minister, or browbeaten by a Christian parent.  To them, the  term &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; meant something  that no Christian I know would defend.  By fortifying the term, I am only making  them more and more angry.  I won’t do it.  Stop ten people on the street and ask  them what they think of when they hear the word &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and they will give you ten  different answers.  How can I defend a term that means ten different things to  ten different people?  I told the radio show host that I would rather talk about  Jesus and how I came to believe that Jesus exists and that he likes me.  The  host looked back at me with tears in his eyes.  When we were done, he asked me  if we could go get lunch together.  He told me how much he didn’t like  Christianity but how he had always wanted to believe Jesus was the Son of  God.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-3761418564459953018?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/3761418564459953018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=3761418564459953018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/3761418564459953018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/3761418564459953018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope-your-weekend-was-as-good-as-mine.html' title='Good weekend, Blue Like Jazz'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-2045520552246761067</id><published>2009-02-20T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:37:40.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Availability</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hope all is going well for  you.  Things are good around here.  We are looking forward to some board  meetings this weekend.  In the last board meeting Stan was announced as our new  director.  That was three months ago, he has been here almost two months, and I  tell you, things have never run better.  I am thrilled to have you work in this  uplifting atmosphere.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am excited that spring  break is approaching and that I will get to see many of you during that time.   If you will be available to work at all over your spring break please let me  know.  If you can work I will use you.  I can probably use you forty hours a  week!  For those of you who have already expressed your availability, thank  you.  For the rest of you, please let me know your availability as soon as you  can! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In church this Sunday Brenda  Garber, some of you may know her, read this passage about how sometimes we  express devotion with our mouths but not with our hearts.  Let us not be those  people.  “My people come to you, as they usually do, and sit before you to  listen to your words, but they do not put them into practice.  With their mouths  thy express devotion, but their hearts are greedy for unjust gain.  Indeed, to  them you are nothing more than one who sings love songs with a beautiful voice  and plays an instrument well, for they hear your words but do not them into  practice.  When all this comes true — and it surely will — then they will know  that a prophet has been among them.”  Ezekiel 33:31-33&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-2045520552246761067?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/2045520552246761067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=2045520552246761067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/2045520552246761067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/2045520552246761067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope-all-is-going-well-for-you.html' title='Spring Break Availability'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-3522875219043034886</id><published>2009-02-20T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:37:54.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss what we have again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;I hope yours has been a  blessed week.  I know mine has.  Have you ever noticed that you don’t really  realize how much you miss something until you have it again?  This happened to  me twice this week.  We had not had groups around here for three weeks, then  this weekend we did.  I didn’t realize how much I missed having groups.  They  are the reason we work here and I missed serving them.  Secondly we had a huge  snow storm Tuesday.  I didn’t realize how much I missed snow.  It was awesome.   Of course, I had to travel to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; during the storm, which made things  interesting, but I still realized how much I missed  snow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;I hope you are getting  excited for this summer.  I am.  It promises to be great.  Something happens  every May.  Summer staff arrives and Bonita Park as a community realizes how  much we missed you.  You are the life of Bonita Park.  You bring joy and new  life to an exciting ministry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;I leave you with the closing  words from one of my two favorite books, &lt;u&gt;Shantaram&lt;/u&gt; by Gregory David  Roberts, “For this is what we do.  Put one foot forward and then the other.   Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more.  Think.  Act.   Feel.  Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and  drain the world.  Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night.   Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day.  With love: the passionate  search for a truth other than our own.  With longing: the pure, ineffable  yearning to be saved.  For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.  God help  us.  God forgive us.  We live on.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-3522875219043034886?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/3522875219043034886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=3522875219043034886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/3522875219043034886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/3522875219043034886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope-yours-has-been-blessed-week.html' title='We miss what we have again'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-7554587657974244778</id><published>2009-02-20T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:33:11.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Most of you know Brandon  Hutchison our Outdoor Education Minister at Angus Church.  Brandon and his wife  Ashley have offered to host dinner and a devotional at their house every  Thursday night this summer which is awesome.  &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brandon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has also offered to do one of his  outdoor programs with us, for free, during training week or soon thereafter.   The program is called Solitary and sounds awesome.  We would do some basic  first-aid and survival training then head out to the woods to spend twenty-four  hours totally alone with guided devotionals and bible readings so that we might  focus totally on God and realign our priorities.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;What do you think?  Is this  something you might be interested in doing?  I realize that this would be way  out of all of our comfort zones, in fact it sounds downright uncomfortable, but  like Jesus spent 40 days alone in the desert before he started his ministry it  could be pretty great for us to spend one day alone in the woods.  I appreciate  your feedback.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-7554587657974244778?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/7554587657974244778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=7554587657974244778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/7554587657974244778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/7554587657974244778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2009/02/solitary.html' title='Solitary'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524816862849543354.post-6330745505359674332</id><published>2007-12-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:52:16.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out our website!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bonitapark.com/"&gt;http://www.bonitapark.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524816862849543354-6330745505359674332?l=bonitapark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/feeds/6330745505359674332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524816862849543354&amp;postID=6330745505359674332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/6330745505359674332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524816862849543354/posts/default/6330745505359674332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitapark.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-our-website.html' title='Check out our website!'/><author><name>Bonita Park</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104928735876071479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
