<?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-33627220</id><updated>2011-11-03T19:14:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Calm To Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes, all God's children got a blog.  And I could never resist putting in my 2 cents worth when given a good opportunity, so here goes.  The title does describe my life, and yours too I suspect.  Most days are quite calm, but those chaotic ones add the spice to life, and sometimes a bit of heartburn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1035687643031480604</id><published>2009-10-22T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:53:37.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Heart</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life seems overwhelming, to the point that we want to just give up and quit.  Physical or emotional pain can discourage one to the point that they seem to have no hope.  Grief can take such a hold of us, we may think it will never let go. Temptations we face can dishearten us, until it seems that we will never become what God wants us to be.  Instead of being “more than conquerors”(Rom. 8:37), we may be “more than defeated.”   Fears can alarm us to the point that we are afraid to make another step, let alone face tomorrow or a lifetime of tomorrows.  Financial setbacks can be debilitating to the point that we cannot see light at the end of the tunnel.  If one will read Ecclesiastes and see the wise man Solomon’s summaries of life “under the sun,”  he will find that Solomon described life as “vain”(empty).  His many treasures did not make him happy, his love life was a disaster, and his power left him without satisfaction.  Life can indeed bring a man down to nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;Today’s bad news seems to have brought many today to a point of hopelessness.  But there is hope.   David had many discouraging days on this earth.  His mentor, Saul tried to kill him, his son forsook him, his life was often more miserable that fun. His words in  Psalms 6:2-7 are sad, “Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled. 3 My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O LORD--how long? 4 Return, O LORD, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies' sake! 5 For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks? 6 I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears. 7 My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.”&lt;br /&gt; But it was likely David who wrote these very different words in Psalms 118:6-8, “The LORD is on my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me? 7 The LORD is for me among those who help me; Therefore I shall see my desire on those who hate me. 8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.”  Here, dear friend, are the words that change everything.  They may not change our health, but they give us strength to endure the day. They may not change the circumstances of many trials, but they change the outlook and the outcome of all of them.  Just these 6 words can change your life- “The Lord is on my side.”  &lt;br /&gt;        The apostle Paul had a “thorn in the flesh.”  He was shipwrecked, stoned and imprisoned.  He said,  “We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed”(2 Cor 4:8-9) &lt;br /&gt; As Paul wrote to the Romans, he said, “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? 33 Who shall bring a charge against God's elect? It is God who justifies. 34 Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? 36 As it is written: "For Your sake we are killed all day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter." 37 Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. 38 For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, 39 nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:31-39). Yes, if we are in Christ, and he is in us, there is nothing than can separate us from Him and his love.  Truly, “The Lord is on my side.”  Is he on yours?  If so, take heart.  If not, come to Him and he will be with you always. David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1035687643031480604?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1035687643031480604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1035687643031480604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1035687643031480604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-heart.html' title='Take Heart'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3001865743255370301</id><published>2009-10-04T00:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:51:58.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fair One</title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted much lately.  It has been a busy month but I have been doing most of my posting on Facebook.   I like to write a poem now and again.  I know most of them are not the best literary works, but they are from the heart and my way of expressing some things that I want to say.  This one was to my dear wife, Susan. She always, amazes, encourages, and strengthens me.  I sent it to her and she gave her permission to put it online.  My advice would be not to send it to someone, rather to write your own and send it to someone. They may not think it is that good, but they will probably not tell you that and will appreciate the effort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fair One &lt;br /&gt;If I could gaze the earth twice o’er, &lt;br /&gt;To see the best God had in store, &lt;br /&gt;I’d never see in all this sphere, &lt;br /&gt;One as fair, as the one who is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one whose heart is quite as pure, &lt;br /&gt;As she who lives within my door, &lt;br /&gt;Not one as true to the one she chose, &lt;br /&gt;As my sweetest, vibrant, rarest rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty outward, none could doubt, &lt;br /&gt;But seeing within, is more than out, &lt;br /&gt;This kind of handsomeness can’t be found, &lt;br /&gt;In many a glamorous one around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my years were thousands, instead of tens, &lt;br /&gt;And I had an infinite, looking lens, &lt;br /&gt;That could peek across the ocean wide, &lt;br /&gt;One more fair, I could not find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the best there is, no equal will be, &lt;br /&gt;And she’s right here, beside of me. &lt;br /&gt;The days spent here, may I always savor, &lt;br /&gt;How blessed am I with His constant favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Susan with Love, David &lt;br /&gt;10/2/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3001865743255370301?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3001865743255370301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fair-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3001865743255370301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3001865743255370301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fair-one.html' title='My Fair One'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-29535304842007746</id><published>2009-08-27T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:44:36.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Repaying What You Owe?</title><content type='html'>Are You Repaying What You Owe?&lt;br /&gt;The need for people to honor their father and mother is compelling.  Every parent sees the need for parental authority as expressed in Eph. 6:1, “Children obey you parents…”  This is not just a control thing, but for the good of the child while he is immature and unable to provide for his own needs. Even rebellious children see later in life that their parents rules; “Don’t  play with matches, don’t play in the road, don’t use drugs!” was for their own best interest.  Even irreligious people can see the logic in repaying their parents(1 Timothy 5:4) as they grow older and are unable to care for themselves.  I wonder how I could ever repay my mother for giving me birth, for caring for my every need as a baby, for making my life her life in my growing up years.  Her love and care for me never stopped through all my years.  And Dad fought in WW II for my freedom before I was born, worked long hours at a hot and difficult job, not for his pleasure, but that I could have the provisions I needed and wanted. They both sacrificed to pay the heavy expense of my college education.  How  could I ever forget how they went beyond anything expected?  When Susan and I married, we started out buying furniture and appliances on credit. We paid on it a year and the next year were given paperwork for Christmas- a paid off bank note for our furnishings. I owe them so much.   I know not all parents are like mine, but I’m convinced that most of them sacrificed far more for us than we realize.  Perhaps you can see why we should pay our parents back for the love that they offered freely. &lt;br /&gt; But even if your parents were not attentive to your needs, have you thought about what God has provided for you?  It is amazing how so few of us see a need to even have a relationship with Him, let alone have a sense of how we can never pay him back for all he has done.  David said, “The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork.” Surely you realize that there must have been a creator.  Many in our day are like the Romans who ignored God, as if he wasn’t there.  Paul said, “For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, 21 because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened.” (Romans 1:20-21).  Some make fun of a belief in an “invisible” God.  Do you believe that there is any “visible” force or intellect in this universe that was capable of making all that is here?  Of course not!  God made the heavens and earth(Gen. 1:1).  You and I should worship and praise and thank Him for all that he has given us.  &lt;br /&gt;      Paul reminded the Greeks, who had many concepts of God,   the true God could not be of  “gold or silver or stone, something shaped by art and man's devising.” (Acts 17:29).   They had an idol to the “Unknown God.”  Paul taught them about the true God.  Which one?  The one that had given them life.  Consider what he said, “Acts 17:23-29, “for as I was passing through and considering the objects of your worship, I even found an altar with this inscription:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TO THE UNKNOWN GOD.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the One whom you worship without knowing, Him I proclaim to you: [24] God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands. 25 Nor is He worshiped with men's hands, as though He needed anything, since He gives to all life, breath, and all things. 26 And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, 27 so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us; 28 for in Him we live and move and have our being, as also some of your own poets have said, 'For we are also His offspring.’” Acts 17:24-28(NKJV). Yes, whether you admit it or not, he made you. You are His and he should be honored by you. He has given you all.  He gave his only begotten Son that you might have life. You can learn more of this wonderful God in his book, the Bible. &lt;br /&gt; Those of us who already have faith in God should not forget the all encompassing words of  Paul- “in Hm we live and move and have or being.”  &lt;br /&gt; How wonderfully the words of the song, “He Is My Everything,” by Earnest Clevenger, Jr.  capture what God should be to me: &lt;br /&gt;“He is my everything, he is my all, &lt;br /&gt;He is my everything, both great and small, &lt;br /&gt;He gave his life for me, made everything new, &lt;br /&gt;He is my everything, no how about you?&lt;br /&gt;Some folks may ask me, some folks may say,&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this Jesus you talk about every day? &lt;br /&gt;He is my Savior, he set me free. &lt;br /&gt;Now listen while I tell you what he means to me. &lt;br /&gt;He is my everything, he is my all, &lt;br /&gt;He is my everything, both great and small.&lt;br /&gt;He gave his life for me, made everything new.&lt;br /&gt;He is my everything,  Now how about you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John recorded it this way, “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. 7 He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son.” (Rev. 21:6-7).  &lt;br /&gt;     He should be my all- my beginning and my ending:&lt;br /&gt; Thoughts of him should begin and end my every day.&lt;br /&gt;             Thanks to him should surround my every action. &lt;br /&gt;             He should be the first place I go for help and the last place I go for strength.&lt;br /&gt;             Ideally, His church should be the first public place I went as a baby, and the last    place I am able to go before death.(Have you noticed how some can go everywhere but to the Lord’s house?)  My God should the first thing I learn of as a babe, and the last thing I think of as the shadows of death creep around me. Why? Because “He is my everything, He is my all.”   David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-29535304842007746?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/29535304842007746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-repaying-what-you-owe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/29535304842007746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/29535304842007746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-repaying-what-you-owe.html' title='Are You Repaying What You Owe?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8962546245308359140</id><published>2009-08-16T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:01:59.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alzheimer's- A Touching Moment</title><content type='html'>Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's over 10 years ago and as might be expected, the disease has continued to progressively take it's toll. Though he has been pretty jovial lately, in the last couple of years he had increasingly been unable to say much of anything that makes sense. He is often not able to put any kind of a sentence together.  One of the hardest things has been to see Mom talk to him and him not be able to respond.  Well, she was able to go the Billy's to get her hair done on Thursday and I went to pick her up and take her back to Cherry Hill.  She was looking specially nice and wanted to see Dad when we got back.  One of the aids was walking him to the table for lunch and Mom went over to him. He looked at her and the biggest smile came over his face you have ever seen, as if he had seen a long lost friend for the first time in a long time.  She said, "Wayne, I love you."  With his fullest voice, his response was certainly unexpected, "I love you too, and I always have."  That teary eyed  moment will live in my mind for a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8962546245308359140?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8962546245308359140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/alzheimers-touching-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8962546245308359140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8962546245308359140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/alzheimers-touching-moment.html' title='Alzheimer&apos;s- A Touching Moment'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4632709869060566777</id><published>2009-08-14T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:04:06.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Driving Distraction</title><content type='html'>Sending text messages has become so commonplace to many that they continue to do it while driving their vehicles.  This is not limited to teenagers.  Even long-haul truckers who are away from home a great deal make use of texting. A new study by Virginia Tech used video cameras over a period of 18 months and found that their collision risk was “23 times greater than when not texting.”  The study showed, “In the moments before a crash or near crash, drivers typically spent nearly five seconds looking at their devices — enough time at typical highway speeds to cover more than the length of a football field.” Rich Hanowski, who oversaw the study concluded “Compared with other sources of driver distraction, “texting is in its own universe of risk.”  Wow, imagine a fully loaded 18 wheeler coming at you at 70 mph and the driver is texting his wife about what they are having for supper. Scarry.&lt;br /&gt;      Here is something even more scarry.  All of us are careening at breakneck speed toward eternity.  God’s word says, “And as it is appointed for men to die once, but after this the judgment,” (Hebrews 9:27).  And we are distracted!  Jesus spoke of the destruction of Jerusalem in Luke 21, and the same applies to us as we face judgment,  "But take heed to yourselves, lest your hearts be weighed down with carousing, drunkenness, and cares of this life, and that Day come on you unexpectedly.”(Luke 21:34)  There are so many distractions.  Some of them are sinful things, like drunkenness, but others are simply the daily cares of life.  Yes, we have to have food, clothing, shelter, even rest and recreation time, but we had better make sure that we are not distracted to the neglect of the most important things in life.  Nothing is more important to you than the care of your soul and where you will spend eternity.  Have the distractions kept you from thinking about that? Jesus asked, “For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul? 27 For the Son of Man will come in the glory of His Father with His angels, and then He will reward each according to his works.”(Matt 16:26-27).&lt;br /&gt; The Bible tells us we should love the Lord with all of our heart, soul and mind (Matt 22:37).  We must not be distracted from this most important thing.   If we will come to Christ in faith (John 8:24), repenting of our sins(Acts 2:38), confessing Christ(Rom. 10:9-10), be baptized into Jesus death(Mark 16:16, Rom. 6:3-4) and be faithful to Him(Rev. 2:10), we will be saved.  That is something too important to allow other things to distract us.  Are you paying   attention?&lt;br /&gt;      David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4632709869060566777?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4632709869060566777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/driving-distraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4632709869060566777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4632709869060566777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/driving-distraction.html' title='A Driving Distraction'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6261361241582534116</id><published>2009-07-23T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:20:42.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Wanta Sing, Sing, Sing..."</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting experience while on vacation recently.  It may have been the first time that I have ever attended a church service where the singing was led so poorly that on 2 or 3 songs I and most of the audience just had to quit.  The song leader may have been doing his best, but the congregation couldn't sing. If you know me, you know I love to sing. I was very young when I was asked to take a whole service because all of our regular song leaders were either sick or unable to attend on a Wednesday night. I think I was about 9 years old or so. Anyway, I got "on the job experience."  Certainly I could have done a better job if I had had some training. This brings me to my point- churches need to teach people how to sing and how to lead singing.  &lt;br /&gt;   According to scripture, worship attendance is vital(Heb 10:24-25.) It is by this means that we exhort one another as well as worship God in "spirit and truth"(John 4:24).  Part of worship is singing songs, hymns and spiritual songs.(Ep. 5:19, Col. 3:16). And we must be taught to do this by some means.  No part of our Christian worship is simply an unplanned "experience" as some would like it to be.  It takes study, preparation and forethought.&lt;br /&gt;   Some are leaving the Biblical way of "teaching and admonishing one another" for various forms of man-made worship.  But the doctrines and commandments of men are vain(Matthew 15:9).  One of the reasons men abandon Biblical singing is obviously that men are not being taught what the Bible says.  Another is that some churches sing so poorly it would run the church mice out of the building.  This is actually the reason that the preacher gave for introducing instrumental music into worship in Midway, Kentucky.  And while it is true that God looks on the heart and that is where we "make melody", it is also true that we have to have some type of leadership and planning to sing together.  &lt;br /&gt;    There are many good methods of teaching singing and song leading. One that has been very effective for our congregation is using Lads to Leaders.  For a period of several weeks each year, boys and girls practice singing and song leading for about 45 minutes before Sunday night services.  Some question whether girls should be taught to lead.  Certainly we do not advocate that they lead the entire congregation in singing(See 1 Tim 2:14-16), but older women are to teach the younger.  This is often done in children's Bible class where song leading is essential. It is also helpful to have women who can lead other women for Ladies Days and other women's gatherings. &lt;br /&gt;    In the past many congregations had singing schools for a week or more. This is seldom heard of today.  A monthly singing night would be more effective if someone would actually take time to teach at least some of the elementary parts of singing and song leading. A singing emphasis workshop or special Sunday can help in teaching singing. &lt;br /&gt;   Whatever means you choose, choose some means.  The old saying, "Everybody complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it," is quite true.  But you can't do anything about the weather.  You can and should do something about poor singing. Provide opportunities to teach people how to do it.  David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6261361241582534116?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6261361241582534116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanta-sing-sing-sing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6261361241582534116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6261361241582534116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanta-sing-sing-sing.html' title='&quot;I Wanta Sing, Sing, Sing...&quot;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5868633845075137635</id><published>2009-06-29T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:16:42.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave- How Have You Coped?</title><content type='html'>We went to camp at ICYC last week and it was the hottest week in my memory.  We used to have a July week, but have started on Father's day the last several years, and usually enjoy moderate weather.  I was glad I have spent more time outdoors this spring than usual, and coped pretty well.  We kept everyone hydrated, had lots of ice cold watermelon,swam, and everyone made it through pretty well.  &lt;br /&gt;We knew our house was hot before leaving for camp and we had to "call the man" today.  It was not quite as hot today, but everyone is still talking about it. &lt;br /&gt;The most interesting "coping with the heat" story came tonight from a 65+ year old lady working in Cracker Barrell.  She said they had a sidewalk sale last Saturday and she had to work outside.  She told Susan that she had taken two of those ice packs that you use in your cooler and put them in her bra.  "It worked,"  she exclaimed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5868633845075137635?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5868633845075137635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/heat-wave-how-have-you-coped.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5868633845075137635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5868633845075137635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/heat-wave-how-have-you-coped.html' title='Heat Wave- How Have You Coped?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8149939797776953050</id><published>2009-06-17T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:02:47.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grampsmobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/Sjm8WT3QQFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bqQP6t-igAo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/Sjm8WT3QQFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bqQP6t-igAo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348513123954344018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the name that Susan has given to my golf cart.  I have been wanting one for a long time, especially for camp.  There are so many times when you need to run to the ball field, down to the creek, up to the pool, wherever you are not is often where you need to be. We had a couple of very old ones but they never lasted long.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to have it to cart the grands around at the house. I plan on getting some lanes cut in my 9 acres,eventually letting the goats clear a bunch of it.  I tried it out this morning and it is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8149939797776953050?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8149939797776953050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/grampsmobile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8149939797776953050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8149939797776953050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/grampsmobile.html' title='The Grampsmobile'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/Sjm8WT3QQFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bqQP6t-igAo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8773108621679790959</id><published>2009-05-29T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:10:28.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and Kate - Can This Marriage Be Saved?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SiAI1UzVBCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WuiInpYsSV8/s1600-h/Jon+and+Kate+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SiAI1UzVBCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WuiInpYsSV8/s320/Jon+and+Kate+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278870271493154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of viewers of the TV show “Jon and Kate- Plus Eight,” doubled this week. It is no wonder, since tons of media attention has  focused on this reality TV family as they begin their fifth season on TLC (The Learning Channel).  In case you don’t know, Jon and Kate Gosselin had a set of twins and later sextuplets.  The show is about the daily struggles of this young couple as they face the challenge of rearing their children.  The reason for all of the extra interest is that rumors of the couple’s marriage being on the rocks have been confirmed.  Details vary, but many sources say the troubles include infidelity.  Most recent reports say that TLC has pressed them to get counseling if their contract is to be extended. &lt;br /&gt; Our purpose here is not to get involved in the details of such, but rather to remind us of what is involved in marriage and child rearing and to think about how to save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt; First, let’s be reminded that God meant for a marriage to be permanent.  Jesus was very clear in Matt. 19:6 when he said, “what God has joined together, let not man separate.”  Troubled marriages can and should be saved.  Recent times have shown that many are quick to give up, often going from one marriage right into another, only to find the same problems repeated over and over again.  A few suggestions for solving your problems are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Quickly give attention to trying to solve difficulties privately. The problem should not be aired on TV, Radio,  Facebook, My Space, or in your circle of friends, even in your family.  Usually, the more private a problem remains, the easier it is to solve.&lt;br /&gt;2. Couples trying to solve their problems should do so prayerfully, carefully, lovingly, and unselfishly. Christian kindness, patience and other virtues are very necessary here. Problems are never solved by seeing who can out-shout, out-glare or stare, and out-mean the other. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Look to God’s word for guidance. There is great value in asking oneself, “What Christian principles apply to my situation?” This is of greater importance that saving face, preserving pride, or guarding position. &lt;br /&gt;4. Use a great deal of introspection, instead of inspection. In other words, look at yourself first.  If you are only 10 percent of the problem, try to fix that part first, before working on your mate.  Remember what Jesus said, “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?” (Matt 7:3-ESV).&lt;br /&gt;5. If you cannot quickly solve the problem between the two of you, seek help from a trusted advisor. Sadly, some call a divorce lawyer before seeking spiritual counsel.  An elder or preacher, a Christian counselor, or a trusted older Christian with marital experience will likely be the best source of help.  It may be best not to use your Mom or Dad, or a close friend at this point.  Sometimes people very close to you have a hard time looking at situations objectively.  Don’t be ashamed to ask for help.  These people will want to help and will keep your problem confidential.  &lt;br /&gt;6. Realize that all marriages of any length have some rough spots.  If only those marriage lasted that were perfect, none would survive.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Do not ignore problems, but try not to blow them out of proportion.  Don’t focus on a problem exclusively and failing to take into consideration other good points of your marriage. It is wise to make a list of the positives so you can keep your perspective and not be too negative.  Are you seeing the half empty part of the glass and ignoring the half full part?&lt;br /&gt;8. Anger makes problems larger.  So does speaking hurtful words that you may later regret saying.  It may be a good idea to put write down your problem and what you want to say to your spouse.  Read it a few times and ask yourself how you would feel about it if you were in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do consider your children.  In hearing about Jon and Kate the last few days, I have wondered about the “Plus eight.”  Have they been forgotten?   They are the ones who will suffer most if this marriage fails. Children should never be brought into problems for leverage, and their interest should come first. Remember, no matter what the outcome of your marriage, your children’s father or mother will always be your children’s father or mother. You can best teach your child to respect their parent, by setting  a good example&lt;br /&gt;10. Pay primary attention to your faith during this time.  Sadly, some Christians begin to neglect worship attendance, Bible reading, and prayer during stressful times. They limit association with Christian friends and those that could best help them. The church is not a place for perfect people, but people that are trying to grow in Christ. He should always be, not only our focus, but our life.  Paul said, “For me to live is Christ.”(Php. 1:21). Put him first now and always.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “And they lived happily ever after” is a phrase often used in fairy tales and seen as something magical that many marriages are blessed with.  There is no “marital magic,” but there can be success and happiness if we are willing to work and sacrifice to make it happen.   David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8773108621679790959?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8773108621679790959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/jon-and-kate-can-this-marriage-be-saved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8773108621679790959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8773108621679790959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/jon-and-kate-can-this-marriage-be-saved.html' title='Jon and Kate - Can This Marriage Be Saved?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SiAI1UzVBCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WuiInpYsSV8/s72-c/Jon+and+Kate+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5436924305115798192</id><published>2009-05-27T08:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:46:51.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Graduates- A Good Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/Sh1D9MfBDgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oRymOltmpWM/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/Sh1D9MfBDgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oRymOltmpWM/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340499451733675522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own mind I don't see myself aging, but in looking at those around me, I must be. Especially troubling is that now days, "babies" are graduating from High School and I realize that 18 years have quickly passed. My nephew, Alex(0n left in picture), has been a great joy to all of our family ever since he was born.   He is graduating from Pleasant Grove High tomorrow night at the Alabama Theatre. I affectionately call him Aubie because of his love for Auburn football. He has another great love, and that is his Lord.  Alex is going to Freed Hardeman in the fall and plans to preach. In fact, he is already preaching and doing a wonderful job. Last Sunday night, He and Landon Wylie preached at Sylvan Springs and did a great job.  You can hear this lesson at our church website(Landon's lesson is first)(www.sylvanspringschurchofchrist.com.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Alex Courington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5436924305115798192?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.sylvanspringschurchofchrist.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5436924305115798192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/alex-graduates-good-sermon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5436924305115798192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5436924305115798192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/alex-graduates-good-sermon.html' title='Alex Graduates- A Good Sermon'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/Sh1D9MfBDgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oRymOltmpWM/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3499518469300507429</id><published>2009-05-22T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:55.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special People- Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShciyMVnVCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/r3lI7dNO1JI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShciyMVnVCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/r3lI7dNO1JI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338774128971699234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShciXLJIrXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tjSdWzezrK4/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShciXLJIrXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tjSdWzezrK4/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338773664794455410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was special.  I had been telling Mom if she got a little better I would take here out for a time.  She is still frail but  able to walk a few steps now.  Yesterday afternoon I called Cherry Hill and the nurse said she was having a good day so I told her I was going to come and we would go to Billy's shop in Graysville and get her hair done.  She was excited, as you might expect, not having been able to do much of anything for months.  We made the trip well, got something to eat, and went back. As you can see from the picture of her and Billy, she is looking good.  Her 80th birthday is coming up on June 20th.  She is such a special person.&lt;br /&gt;Another of my special people, first grandchild Addi, had her last day of kindergarten today and yesterday was her closing program.  She is a dear little girl and it is hard to believe she is already finishing kindergarten. Congratulations Addi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3499518469300507429?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3499518469300507429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-people-special-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3499518469300507429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3499518469300507429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-people-special-day.html' title='Special People- Special Day'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShciyMVnVCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/r3lI7dNO1JI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-9119256410774748418</id><published>2009-05-19T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:04:46.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leslie and Sally on the Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShLIEwymXuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4IymIb4uMeA/s1600-h/4529_1169784722700_1170446027_474542_54869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShLIEwymXuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4IymIb4uMeA/s320/4529_1169784722700_1170446027_474542_54869_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337548492529622754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing animals can be great exercise, and I have been getting more than I bargained for lately.  Yesterday, I finally got 2 goats.  We affectionately named them Leslie(the white one), after our niece, and Sally(the tan one), after a dear friend. I paid $35 each for them from Mr. Varner in Mulga. He has quite a few goats, maybe 20.  I have wanted some goats for a long time to help clean off some of my 9 acres of overgrown weeds and brush.  For several weeks I have been reading and working to get an electric fence finished to put them in and built a small shed to shield them from the weather(they don't like rain).  Well, one of my bargains wasn't so much of a bargain after all. I bought a new(in the sealed package) fence charger from Odd Lots Hardware(a great place to shop in Hueytown). It was supposed to charge a fence for 20 acres.  Well, I had no  more got the goats in the fence than they got out.  They touched the fence and didn't seem to mind so I knew something was wrong. My tester showed it was charging.  Well, it wasn't charging much and soon died completely.  James Copeland, my neighbor, brother and friend, came out and helped me herd them back to the house and he checked the fence and it wasn't charging at all. He had an spare charger. We hooked it up and they were still in there this morning, so I'll keep my fingers crossed. I think the one who got the most out of all of this is Susan. She got a dose of medicine laughing at me.  She would have really enjoyed it if she hadn't been sick.  Hope you are feeling better, honey.   I'm sure I'll be posting more about this adventure later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-9119256410774748418?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9119256410774748418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/leslie-and-sally-on-lose.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/9119256410774748418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/9119256410774748418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/leslie-and-sally-on-lose.html' title='Leslie and Sally on the Lose'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/ShLIEwymXuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4IymIb4uMeA/s72-c/4529_1169784722700_1170446027_474542_54869_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2629179140877835429</id><published>2009-05-11T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:20:06.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandit On The Lose Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SgnnGIISv9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/dvknM2E6b_k/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SgnnGIISv9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/dvknM2E6b_k/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335049326044561362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe I haven't blogged in so long.  Well, a good way to start catching up is to revisit an old topic. One of the first things I wrote on this blog was about Bandit, our Border Collie, getting lose and having to chase him down.  He stays in the back yard in a fence, so when he gets out he is a wild buck. Friday the A/C repairman came and had to get in the back yard.  Bandit was penned up on the poarch for his visit. The repairman told me to turn the air on and when I went inside, in spite of my best efforts, Bandit slipped past me and off to the races. He marked the entire area first, then went back and forth running as fast as he could.  He would not even pay attention to me calling him.  I think I saw a grin on his face as he looked at me standing there with my rope. I knew he would wear me down, so I decided on wearing him down instead, chasing him on the lawnmower.  He went to three houses, that had dogs.  He took a trip down the middle of Shady Grove Road(busy highway) as if he owned it.  Then he settled in at a house that had a fence with at lease 10 ankle biter dogs.  He circled the fence several times, with all the littly yappers following him around on the inside. This included a stretch right through these folks newly planted garden.  The lady came out of the house in her gown and was very kind.  She grinned too, as Bandit circled the house and I kept trying to get him to come to me, to no avail.  After a while she walked out into the yard and said, "Come here, Bandit" and he went right to her.  She held him for me til I could get the rope on his collar. I walked him home, then went back to get my mower.  Whew.    Never let anyone tell you that dogs are loyal to their masters. I feed him every day, water him, pet him, buy him dog biscuits and treats and what do I get- heartache.  He's a good dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2629179140877835429?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2629179140877835429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/bandit-on-lose-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2629179140877835429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2629179140877835429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/bandit-on-lose-again.html' title='Bandit On The Lose Again'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SgnnGIISv9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/dvknM2E6b_k/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2545090945376717563</id><published>2009-03-01T07:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:26:37.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SaqM-R1utlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ITTrqus60eE/s1600-h/DSC_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SaqM-R1utlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ITTrqus60eE/s320/DSC_0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308210112378091090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other day, this snow would be so much fun. Our Gospel Meeting starts today with David Sain.  We will likely meet for those who can come, but I know there will be several who can't make it.  I guess it will be up to me to eat all of that extra delicious food that Susan has cooked.  What a chore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2545090945376717563?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2545090945376717563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2545090945376717563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2545090945376717563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SaqM-R1utlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ITTrqus60eE/s72-c/DSC_0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3326708647897538343</id><published>2009-02-20T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:54:43.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Put On Your Mask First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZ7SOaE64EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O3OuJGN10xs/s1600-h/Oxygen+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZ7SOaE64EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O3OuJGN10xs/s200/Oxygen+mask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304908556048982082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning paper has another account of a child who was critically injured  by her own family’s carelessness.  This time, an 11 year old girl drank from a bottle that she thought was Sprite and came inside choking.  It turned out that the bottle contained hydrochloric acid, an ingredient for crystal methamphetamine and she was severely burned.  The authorities found three meth labs in a small trailer near where the girl was playing.  One wonders if the family member(s) responsible would have forced the young girl to drink such a substance?  Probably not. But their failure to obey the law cause the young innocent to be harmed.   This story made headlines because it was an unusual circumstance, but there are millions of similar stories each day that are not reported.&lt;br /&gt; Children of alcoholics are more likely to become alcoholics themselves.  Often they start drinking when it is given them by their parents, or when the “forbidden fruit” is taken from the family refrigerator or liquor cabinet.  No, these children are not likely to be taken to the emergency room.  Seldom do such things get reported in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;          An even more subtle danger is when children follow in their parents footsteps away from God.  The materialistic parent may wonder what happened when their child grows up and fails to ever visit them or show any type of love.  You see, there is only a very short space between breaking the greatest commandment to honor God (Matt. 22:37-38), and the one that tells children to respect their parents (Ep. 6:1-2). Lawless parents breed lawless children.  That is true regarding God’s law as well as civil laws.&lt;br /&gt; Last week I had a public conversation with a lady who was telling me about her financial and health problems.  She remarked that she was working two jobs to try to make ends meet.  Her doctor had told her that she badly needed surgery but she couldn’t take off from work because she couldn’t provide for her son who was in college. I suggested that he might have to take a semester off and  reminded her of an example that I had heard some time ago.  When the stewardess gives emergency instruction to airplane passengers, she tells them how to use the oxygen mask.   Her instructions tell parents accompanied by small children, “Put yours on first, then the child.”  A helpless child needs his parent to help him to safety.&lt;br /&gt; Parents must be diligent to make sure that first, they do what is right.  Then instruct the child in the principles of truth. Unfaithful, non church going parents seldom bring up children to know God.  In careless incidents where children are harmed, parents are often heard to say, “I never meant for my child to end up like this.”  But the question is, did you take the necessary precautions to prevent it?&lt;br /&gt;    Any judge will tell you that regular Sunday school attendance will go a long way in crime prevention. Don’t send your child to church, bring them.   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3326708647897538343?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3326708647897538343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/put-on-your-mask-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3326708647897538343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3326708647897538343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/put-on-your-mask-first.html' title='Put On Your Mask First'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZ7SOaE64EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O3OuJGN10xs/s72-c/Oxygen+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5298146189813418322</id><published>2009-02-14T22:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:24:54.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Love of My Life on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZenGGv80jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5289GTMoJdI/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZenGGv80jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5289GTMoJdI/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302890809584833074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a greeting, &lt;br /&gt; By blind chance  a meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Or was it by God’s providence,&lt;br /&gt; I believe there is much evidence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever the reason, &lt;br /&gt; A friendship bloomed in season,&lt;br /&gt;The two became a pair, &lt;br /&gt; It seemed something special was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t very long,&lt;br /&gt; Until the passion grew so strong,&lt;br /&gt;The spark was now a flame, &lt;br /&gt; The two would soon share a name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turned to months, then years,&lt;br /&gt; Sharing happy days and a few tears,&lt;br /&gt;One thing never wavered, &lt;br /&gt; It was the One that these two favored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love that was born of a spark,&lt;br /&gt; Was a wildfire that raged in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;It kept growing by leaps and bounds,&lt;br /&gt; Spreading light to those around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children came and grandkids too,&lt;br /&gt; There were friends, more than a few,&lt;br /&gt;But the others never distracted,&lt;br /&gt; From the deep love they contracted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With growing, faithful, love you see,&lt;br /&gt; That’s  the way it’s meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Love never ends or dims in time,&lt;br /&gt; When it’s the special, godly kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5298146189813418322?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5298146189813418322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-love-of-my-life-on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5298146189813418322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5298146189813418322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-love-of-my-life-on-valentines-day.html' title='To The Love of My Life on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZenGGv80jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5289GTMoJdI/s72-c/DSC_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-603640227441781279</id><published>2009-02-13T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:50:02.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David Sain at Sylvan Springs Church of Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZXA0BoftQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YE7WxbhpUkM/s1600-h/davidsain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZXA0BoftQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YE7WxbhpUkM/s320/davidsain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302356136322643202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a joy to be able to invite you to our revival   on March 1-4, 2009 at Sylvan Springs Church of Christ.  Our speaker will be Bro. David Sain who is preaching for the congregation  at Fayetteville, Tn and working with the International Gospel Hour.  Bro. David  has been with us before and he always does an outstanding job of preaching the truth in love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we will have lunch together after the morning service and then have a singing at 1:15 p.m.  Following that, we will have our afternoon service at 2:00 p.m.  Then on Monday through Wednesday nights we will be meeting at 7:00 p.m. We always enjoy the pleasure of  having our  visitors, and we do hope that you will come as you have opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-603640227441781279?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/603640227441781279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/david-sain-at-sylvan-springs-church-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/603640227441781279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/603640227441781279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/david-sain-at-sylvan-springs-church-of.html' title='David Sain at Sylvan Springs Church of Christ'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZXA0BoftQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YE7WxbhpUkM/s72-c/davidsain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-132371291494870253</id><published>2009-02-13T12:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:45:22.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty, Marty</title><content type='html'>Many of you know my good friend and brother, Marty Glenn.  He is an elder at Sylvan Springs and a prince of a fellow.  Marty is in Baptist Princeton Hospital recovering from serious surgery. He is improving and supposed to get out of ICU today.  Please continue to remember him and his family in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-132371291494870253?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/132371291494870253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/marty-marty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/132371291494870253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/132371291494870253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/marty-marty.html' title='Marty, Marty'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4792366171968077575</id><published>2009-02-01T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:07:53.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Today</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted for a while so I thought I would give a quick update. How calm is it? Well I just checked my unmedicated blood pressure and it was 113/60.  Guess that weight loss(74 pounds) and treadmill work are paying off. It was even quite calm at the nursing home today. Mom and Dad are doing well for the time being. It was even quite calm at church today.  While the sea of life has lots of waves, and we have to roll with the punches, it is nice to have calm, even for a short time. Susan and I are really looking forward to getting back to FHU this week for the lectures.  Since we didn't get to go last year, we are especially excited about it.  Keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4792366171968077575?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4792366171968077575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/calm-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4792366171968077575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4792366171968077575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/calm-today.html' title='Calm Today'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8007596323224631708</id><published>2009-01-13T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:14:09.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Days In Bama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SWzZ5l7j9bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hinxvJmg-JE/s1600-h/DSC_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SWzZ5l7j9bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hinxvJmg-JE/s320/DSC_0684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290843245711193522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snow, but plenty of frost here.  Hope you are staying warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8007596323224631708?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8007596323224631708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-days-in-bama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8007596323224631708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8007596323224631708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-days-in-bama.html' title='Cold Days In Bama'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SWzZ5l7j9bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hinxvJmg-JE/s72-c/DSC_0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-376417326036716413</id><published>2009-01-12T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:44:33.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Tips- Practical Advice From the Treadmill</title><content type='html'>10 Tips- Practical Advice From the Treadmill-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on the treadmill for 40+ minutes gave me some time to think and I am ready for some Monday morning straight talk.  Here is some no pulling punches, no holds barred, down to brass tacks solid advice for this young year.  If you don’t want to read it, delete it.  Go to another site…you have my permission (No, of course you don’t need it, but this is for the wimpy among us.)  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Self Improvement- Turn off the TV and look in the mirror.  Yes, I was watching TV while on the treadmill, and one of the talk shows had several “experts” critiquing the “stars”, showing video clips from the Golden Globe Awards.  One was fat, the other had one of the worst hairdos that I have ever seen, and none of them were dressed in any way that would make you think that they deserved a “Best Dressed” award.  Yet they could laugh and find all sorts of fault.  Sadly, they are like most of us. They find it easier to criticize others than to improve themselves.  Remember the scripture, “Judge not, that you be not judged….And why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? ...Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.”(Matthew 7:1-5).  Mirrors are great for getting specks out of your own eye. The Bible is the best mirror of all, but too often a man “forgets what kind of man he was.”  (James 1:24-25).  Take a good look at yourself in God’s mirror.  He will help you become who you need to be.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Work- Get off the snooze button  and on to work.  Yes, there are a lot of folks who are out of work, but industrious people usually find a way to find a job.  Jobs are found by those up and awake, not those in bed or on the couch.  The more you work at finding work, the more likely you are to find it.  If you can’t find a job that pays what you want, find one that pays what you can get- a little is always better than nothing.  Some take the approach- “I can make more at home.”  That may be true, but you can find a job easier if you already have one, and it is much better for your health and mental well being to be working.  If you can’t find paying work, work at something that will help someone else (God’s work always pays off),  or pay off  for you later, such as getting a better education.  Remember what you Mama told you- “An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Weight loss- Forget the latest fad diet and do what you already know to.  You know you can’t get skinny eating double Whoppers.  Eat smaller portions.  Leave off the bread, butter and bacon for a while.  Remember you can have anything you want to eat- but not everything you want to eat right now!  It will taste even better tomorrow.  Drink water- It will save you calories, money and make you feel better than all that caffeine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Money- Get off of Ebay and on to God’s plan- Give some, Save Some, Spend Some.  Next time you start to bid or buy- stop! Give ½ and save ½ and both you and the church will prosper.  Or were you going to spend money on that credit card you did not have in the first place?  If so, did you really need it or really want it?  If it was a want- delay buying  for just 24 hours and see what you think then.  Shop for groceries at Aldi or the local bent and dent save bunches.  Stop going to the bingo hall and go to the credit union instead(Few of them are in any financial trouble and they  pay more interest and charge less fees than banks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Feeling Blue- Do all of the above.  Getting out of the house, making small improvements in your health, finances, and spiritual condition will give you a sense of well being. True depression is a medical problem.  If you are clinically depressed, see a doctor before anything else. If one doesn’t work, find another. Spend time with happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Sex- Not married- take a cold shower, not someone else’s mate.  Married- stop being selfish and spend more time doing something to make your spouse happy.  Sex is all about unselfishness. (Read 1 Cor. 7:1-5).  Having physical problems, see a doctor, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Child Rearing- Since all of my children are grown and gone, I can now advise others.  Perhaps advising  is more fun than rearing children. Not really.  Here goes-  tell them you love them a lot, spank them when they need it, but praise them twice a much.  Be consistent, united, and determined.  Don't get down on your child. Never give up on them- one day, or year does not a life make.  Have fun with them. Remember that your most powerful teaching tool is your example.   Make good memories for them and they will make good memories for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Prayer- Pray instead of worrying (Phil. 4:6).   Fretting solves nothing, just makes problems bigger.  If you can’t quit worrying, refer to number 2 above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Politics- Don’t give much attention to politics. The world was helped more by Jesus, a carpenter’s son, than any politician that ever lived.  Political power may reside in Washington, but all power rest in Jesus Christ (Matthew 28:18). We can probably change the world more by saving one soul than passing a hundred laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Music- Add a little music to your life.  Nothing invigorates quite like singing as loud as you can, in the shower or out.  Singing praises to God is one of life’s greatest blessings.  Regarding secular music, listen to bluegrass, more than blues- it will put pep in your step.    David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-376417326036716413?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/376417326036716413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-tips-practical-advice-from-treadmill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/376417326036716413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/376417326036716413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-tips-practical-advice-from-treadmill.html' title='10 Tips- Practical Advice From the Treadmill'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8200007666313900790</id><published>2009-01-09T15:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:59:19.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SWfIpLpN6hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QkjriB5smak/s1600-h/Grandma%27s+Glasses+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SWfIpLpN6hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QkjriB5smak/s320/Grandma%27s+Glasses+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289416897195797010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Two small boys were discussing eye glasses and one said, “Wouldn’t you hate to wear glasses?” The other boy replied, “No. Not if I could wear the kind grandma wears. My mother says she can always see when people are tired, discouraged and sad. But best of all, she can always see the good in others.”&lt;br /&gt;Too often we look at one’s physical appearance and fail to see the true person inside. John 7:24 says, “Judge not according to appearance.” I believe if we were to look through the glasses of Christ, we too would see people in a totally different perspective”&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do not know the author of this short article, I do believe the lesson is powerful.  As a  young boy or girl, who would take up your case and stand up for you like Grandma?  Her love was genuine and unconditional.  She loved first, and did not look for our faults. In fact, she overlooked them.  Isn’t that what Peter taught in 1 Peter 4:8 when he said, “ Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. (1 Peter 4:8 ESV).  It is amazing what one  will endure for one  he loves.  But if love does not run deep, one will not put up with much out of another person.  Not only are their character flaws (everybody has some) magnified, but even their looks, health, and strength can become a source of disgust.  &lt;br /&gt;The next time you start to get really aggravated at another, particularly a brother or sister in Christ, it might do good to ask, “How would I feel about this if it was my  grandchild, or my brother, or my mother?”  Paul actually told Titus to think on  these lines in his work as a minister.  He said, “Do not rebuke an older man but encourage him as you would a father. Treat younger men like brothers, 2 older women like mothers, younger women like sisters, in all purity.” 1 Tim 5:1-2 (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;So next time you have a problem with another, it might be good to take a look at them through “Grandma’s Glasses.”&lt;br /&gt;     David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8200007666313900790?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8200007666313900790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandmas-glasses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8200007666313900790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8200007666313900790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandmas-glasses.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Glasses'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SWfIpLpN6hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QkjriB5smak/s72-c/Grandma%27s+Glasses+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8121073751937270197</id><published>2008-12-24T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:56:19.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SVJpoNcQFkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cdw_mTFN76M/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SVJpoNcQFkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cdw_mTFN76M/s320/DSC_0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283401452382852674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of God's greatest blessings is dear friends and family with whom we can share our lives.  Thanks for being a special part of mine.  All my love and best wishes for a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8121073751937270197?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8121073751937270197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-greeting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8121073751937270197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8121073751937270197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-greeting.html' title='Holiday Greeting'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SVJpoNcQFkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cdw_mTFN76M/s72-c/DSC_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5851917031301577385</id><published>2008-12-11T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:05:37.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Sell Your Soul For A Fruitcake?</title><content type='html'>(Here is some "food" for thought, and a sermon idea or bulletin article for you preachers out there.)&lt;br /&gt;       Many folks would quickly tell you either, "I love fruitcake," or "I hate fruitcake."  I can fall into either category depending on what kind of fruitcake it is. I have had some that I hated.  I really liked the Benson Old Home Fruitcake that came in my Aunt Marie's package from Virginia each year.  But my love for fruitcake  started many years ago with a dear Parrish preacher's wife, Betty Bramlett.  She gave Mom and Dad one that she made and it had no filler cake- practically all of it was candied cherries and pecans.  Whatever else was in there was delicious.  In recent years I have made some that I really liked.  This year I found that Costco has a fantastic fruitcake that is better and much cheaper than I can make one. Enough about that, what would you do for a good fruitcake?&lt;br /&gt;   Hosea 3:1 shows how the Israelites left God and served idols.  Part of the reason was they loved the "raisin cakes of the pagans." That reminds me of Esau who sold his birthright for a bowl of stew(Gen. 25:29-34).&lt;br /&gt;    I would hope that none of us would forsake the true God for a fruitcake, but some forsake him for worthless things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some forsake God for earthly riches that will persish(Matt 19:21-24; 1 Tim.6:17-19) &lt;br /&gt;Some forsake God for alcohol(1 Cor 6:9-11; Prov 20:1)&lt;br /&gt;Some forsake God for sexual pleasure(Heb 12:14-17; 1 Cor 6:18-20). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more important than our relationship with God that will lead to eternal life. Would you sell it for a fruitcake?  Some do it for less!  David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5851917031301577385?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5851917031301577385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/would-you-sell-your-soul-for-fruitcake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5851917031301577385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5851917031301577385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/would-you-sell-your-soul-for-fruitcake.html' title='Would You Sell Your Soul For A Fruitcake?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7846291986014752751</id><published>2008-12-06T23:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:30:27.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>Home Again for the Holidays &lt;br /&gt;There is some truth to the saying, “You can never go home again.”  Since change is a part of every life, home is not the same when you go back.  But you can go home again, with wonderful reminiscences.&lt;br /&gt;   No, I did not grow up in the day when you got just an apple and some nuts for Christmas. Yes, we had fruit and candy in a stocking, but there were  always presents and and  usually at least one special toy that myself or my brother Billy were excited about.  I recall us getting a Creepy Crawler Maker, pogo sticks, and Billy getting a dancing monkey named Clancy. &lt;br /&gt;Guns were always Christmas favorites for me.  I remember Mama and Papa Courington getting me a really nice set of metal cap pistols with holsters and all, just like the kind Hoss had on Bonanza.  I had admired them in the window of Wilson Beard’s grocery story for some time. By the time I got them, my anticipation was built to a fever pitch.  Perhaps my favorite gun was a big bazooka called a “Big Blast.”  Dad had to go to Birmingham for that one.  You pumped it up and it did indeed have a “Big Blast” as it shot a ball of air several feet away.  You could set up a paper cup or something and knock it over if you were a good enough shot. &lt;br /&gt; I remember when I was 11 or 12 and wanted a real gun.  I had made sure that Mom and Dad knew that I really wanted one.  I don’t remember anyone saying, “You’ll shoot your eye out,” but I do recall that there was no small amount of discussion as to whether I should have one.  I kept looking at the packages under the tree and hoping.  I really didn’t think I was getting it.  There was one box that was heavy enough, but not nearly long enough.  Little did I know that rifles come in two pieces.  Excited was not the word when I opened it and found that I had not only gotten a gun, but a really nice one, a Remington 22 semi-automatic with a handsome wooden stock. &lt;br /&gt; Yes, I still have it and I think I’ll get it out and shoot some next week, and reminisce some more about how much fun it was to go to the dump with Dad and shoot it.  I would also get to shoot the WW I  Colt 45 that his uncle Bill left him.  I didn’t want to shoot it much- too much recoil(and I think that my be what damaged my hearing in one ear.)  &lt;br /&gt;No, I have never shot anyone or even come close, but Billy did almost shoot me once.  We went squirrel hunting with Papa Studdard in Winston County. I used my Remington and Billy used an old single shot that belonged to Papa Courington.  As we were walking along(with a bit of snow on the ground in the shady spots,) I heard that rifle’s sharp, loud pop right by me- so much for the theory that guns don’t go off accidentally. He was in front of me, holding it over his shoulder pointing back, but luckily I was a little to the right. Hmmm- seems like it always pays off to stay a little to the right.     &lt;br /&gt; I guess that is enough cogitating for now, but remember, in the musings of the mind, you can always go home again for the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7846291986014752751?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7846291986014752751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-again-for-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7846291986014752751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7846291986014752751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-again-for-holidays.html' title='Home Again for the Holidays'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4680701470776803817</id><published>2008-12-02T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:21:49.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy</title><content type='html'>We were saddened to learn of the death of Mandi's(Daniel's wife)grandfather, Mr. Bradford(David's dad) on Saturday.  He had a car accident in Albertville.  He was a member of the Blessing Church of Christ.  The funeral will be on Tuesday at Albertville Memorial Funeral Home at 2:00 p.m.  Not only have we grown to love Mandi very much, but her Mom,Dad and family as well. I want to express my deepest sympathy to all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4680701470776803817?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4680701470776803817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/sympathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4680701470776803817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4680701470776803817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/sympathy.html' title='Sympathy'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7582682238171315137</id><published>2008-11-25T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:41:41.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come For A Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SSxGtEKAx-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/oN7A20kbnuE/s1600-h/Church+Building+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SSxGtEKAx-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/oN7A20kbnuE/s320/Church+Building+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272667003767801826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the readers of this blog are members at Sylvan Springs, but several are not.  Some are friends, perhaps just acquaintances who hopefully will become friends, family and others.  I wanted to give you a reminder during this time of the year when many are thinking of spiritual things, that you are always welcome at Sylvan Springs Church of Christ.  In fact, you are more than welcome.  We really want you to come for a visit.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7582682238171315137?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7582682238171315137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-for-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7582682238171315137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7582682238171315137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-for-visit.html' title='Come For A Visit'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SSxGtEKAx-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/oN7A20kbnuE/s72-c/Church+Building+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7713656489256261541</id><published>2008-11-21T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:52:46.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Being My Friend</title><content type='html'>This morning, I read the paper as usual, and went to the financial page to see how my IRA was doing. Of course it took another big fall this week, not that I had much in there anyway.  Instead of feeling blue, for some reason, I was overwhelmed with a warm feeling of how blessed I am. Only a short time afterwards, Kim called to tell me of the good news that Paul had passed his National Board Teacher Certification, and we are thrilled about that. Paul is such a good son in law.  You know, most every day brings some good news,  and some bad.&lt;br /&gt;            But every day is a time to give thanks.  Nothing can compare with the debt of gratitude that we owe to God our maker, for his abundant blessings. That old song,  “There shall be showers of blessing”(Ezek 34:26), should be sung on rainy days and sunny days, both of which are given by God. But with the approach of this Thanksgiving Day, I want to say thanks to him for all of the wonderful friends (kinfolks included) that have helped sustain me. &lt;br /&gt; During this past year I lost one of my closest friends, Bob Norris, to an early death.   His warm voice so often buoyed me when we talked.  He was one of those kind of friends that you were always comfortable with, that some people only find once in a lifetime, but I have been so blessed to have many.  I can’t tell him how much I appreciate him, but I can tell you how glad I am that you are my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt; In 2008, one of my dearest friends moved away.  Instead of talking to him several times a week and working with him closely at church, we talk less frequently and see each other far less.  I miss him, but I am glad that we are still friends though separated by a few miles.  If I am separated from you, my friend, by distance near or far, I want you to know that you are still my good friend and I appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt; During this past year, my Mom and Dad were both hospitalized at the same time, seriously ill. I thought we were going to lose both of them. They are doing much better at present and I am so thankful for that.  No, Dad still doesn’t know me, but I know him, and his smile when I go to visit is priceless.  One of the nurses told me some time ago, “If she could pick a disease to have in old age, it would be Alzheimer’s.  It is hard on the family, but you don’t know you have it.”  Well, I hate it for him and the family, but I am thankful especially for all of the good friends who have been so helpful in this hard time.&lt;br /&gt; There have been so many medical people, and  others who have gone out of their way to be helpful.  The folks at Cherry Hill Healthcare have been topnotch in showing compassion and concern.  Our church family has been very supportive.  Many friends have continued to send cards and express concern.  Our family has rallied to help, as they could.   For all of these friends, I give thanks. &lt;br /&gt; On October 9, my sister in law, Mary, finally got her new liver.   She is making slow, but sure progress  getting back to “normal.”  Was Mary ever “normal”?  Her zest for life, good humor, and knack for getting into “predicaments,” have prompted some to call her “Lucy”.  We surely would not want to be without her.  We are so thankful for God’s blessing, but also for so many who prayed, and continue to offer help in so many ways.  We have many friends who are not of the “fair weather” kind, and for that we are so thankful. &lt;br /&gt;    Day before yesterday, Jasmine, my niece, had a car wreck.  I felt so sorry for her because she had just paid off her car the day before, and only had liability insurance.  Did I mention that she was hit by an 18 wheeler?   Wow, and she did not have a single  scratch, though her car was demolished.  The truck ran a red light and the police wrote it up that way, so, hopefully they will get her another car, but we couldn’t find another Jasmine. I am thankful today that we still have her, and our other family and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;    I could go on and on, but I simply wanted to say, “Thanks” to so many of you, who mean so much to me.  I love you.  David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7713656489256261541?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7713656489256261541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-being-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7713656489256261541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7713656489256261541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-being-my-friend.html' title='Thank You for Being My Friend'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5760447650521259741</id><published>2008-11-04T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:30:40.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That The Election Is Over</title><content type='html'>About half an hour ago I went to the polls and voted.  Whatever happens regarding who becomes our president is now out of my hands.   Though some will disagree, I have always felt that living in a country with a democratic form of government places a responsibility on me to vote and do what I can to ensure that our country will be a nation that allows men freedom to follow Christian principles without restriction.  After all, the Bible does teach that we are to do all of the good that we can and that we will be judged in part by how we use our opportunities.( See Gal. 6:10, James 4:17).  Pilate was not right in simply washing his hands of Jesus.  He had opportunity to do something about it.  Can I sit idly by and do nothing when such issues as abortion, gay marriage, and gambling issues are on the ballot?  That is irresponsible., But I also believe that Christians and churches can be too wrapped up in politics.  Some are so caught up in their “party” they do not even consider issues.   Still others will consider only what a man says that he is for and not what he has proved to be by his record.  We need to remember that if the world is to be changed for the good, it will be by the gospel of Christ (Rom. 1:16-17), and not political means.  Governments can change laws, but the gospel changes lives. I believe what the scriptures says in  Proverbs 14:34, “Righteousness exalts a nation,  But sin is a reproach to any people.”  Righteousness is practiced, not voted in.  Sin is a result of men turning away from God and his word.  Political parties won’t change that.  Now that the election is over, no matter which way it went, my main focus should be on spreading the gospel of Christ, and living a righteous example before all.  Elections change leaders, but the gospel changes hearts., Furthermore, we need remember that though we do not have a command to vote, there are 2 specific commands that we do have regarding our government authorities.  First, we must be subject to them.  Romans 13:1-3 says, “Let every soul be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and the authorities that exist are appointed by God. 2 Therefore whoever resists the authority resists the ordinance of God, and those who resist will bring judgment on themselves. 3 For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to evil. Do you want to be unafraid of the authority? Do what is good, and you will have praise from the same.”  There is no place for a rebellious spirit among the saints., Too, we are told, “Therefore I exhort first of all that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men, 2 for kings and all who are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence. 3 For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior.”(1 Tim 2:1-3).  We should pray for our new leaders, whoever they are.   David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5760447650521259741?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5760447650521259741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-election-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5760447650521259741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5760447650521259741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-election-is-over.html' title='Now That The Election Is Over'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3353231752111002055</id><published>2008-10-22T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:57:15.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Jimmy Carter when you need him?</title><content type='html'>The Birmingham News reports that there are 6 counties in South Alabama that have more registered voters than people. Jimmy Carter has travelled the world to see that 3rd world countries have fair and free elections.  Would someone send him to LA?(for the ignorant- lower Alabama).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3353231752111002055?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3353231752111002055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-jimmy-carter-when-you-need-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3353231752111002055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3353231752111002055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-jimmy-carter-when-you-need-him.html' title='Where is Jimmy Carter when you need him?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5222460320873229168</id><published>2008-10-20T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:47:39.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Book Case</title><content type='html'>The Old Book Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that old case, there were many books, &lt;br /&gt;Varied size and color gave them many looks,&lt;br /&gt;A story was told by every one, &lt;br /&gt;How old books make our memories run,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  books of wonder on that old shelf, &lt;br /&gt;Tell of Grandma and her studious self.&lt;br /&gt;She loved history books and dictionaries,&lt;br /&gt;She wasn’t into ghosts and fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa had no books up there,&lt;br /&gt;He worked with his hands, no books to share,&lt;br /&gt;But there was one book that had his name,&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Bible, where he placed his claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of Bible stories from which my Mother taught,&lt;br /&gt;Brought uncontrolled tears, that I had not sought,&lt;br /&gt;But reminded me of how as a little child,&lt;br /&gt;I was molded by her love that taught me, so mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other shelves that had books a plenty, &lt;br /&gt;These belonged to Dad, there were so many, &lt;br /&gt;They were not about golf, and hunting, and such,&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord and his church he loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old book case now belongs to another,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t kept by me or my brother,&lt;br /&gt;But the memories live in our heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;That old book case, helped to make us whole.&lt;br /&gt;David Courington&lt;br /&gt;10/20/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5222460320873229168?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5222460320873229168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-book-case.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5222460320873229168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5222460320873229168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-book-case.html' title='The Old Book Case'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-261003816123484324</id><published>2008-10-19T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:58:26.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm For Now</title><content type='html'>We haven't had much of it for a while,  but it's calm for now and we are certainly grateful.  Had a rather leisurely afternoon after church. We had a great start to our meeting this morning with Kerry Richardson. Hope some of you can visit us this week, Mon-Wed. at 7:00 p.m.  Mom and Dad seem to be doing well today and Mary continues to improve at home.  Here's to calm!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-261003816123484324?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/261003816123484324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/calm-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/261003816123484324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/261003816123484324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/calm-for-now.html' title='Calm For Now'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-510731077122407046</id><published>2008-10-13T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:29:46.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Fast Track Recovery</title><content type='html'>Even the nurses who see it everyday seem to be amazed by Mary's rate of recovery from her liver transplant.  She already has all of the tubes out, is up and walking around, and best of all- no itching- and they say she my be going home on Wednesdayv(6 days after the operation.)  Thanks be to God for his many blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-510731077122407046?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/510731077122407046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/marys-fast-track-recovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/510731077122407046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/510731077122407046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/marys-fast-track-recovery.html' title='Mary&apos;s Fast Track Recovery'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6843316231737444234</id><published>2008-10-10T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:15:12.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Transplant Update</title><content type='html'>Thanks to our Father for the answer to many prayers that Mary had her surgery yesterday.  All went well, in fact better than that.  The Dr. said it was a "beautiful liver" and it was already functioning well.  They went ahead and took her off the ventilator(which they had said might last 2 days or so) last night.  The surgery apparently went flawlessly in the minimum of time.  We covet your prayers that her recover may continue in this wonderful fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6843316231737444234?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6843316231737444234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/marys-transplant-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6843316231737444234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6843316231737444234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/marys-transplant-update.html' title='Mary&apos;s Transplant Update'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7630437590910662256</id><published>2008-10-08T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:38:03.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Transplant</title><content type='html'>If all goes well, my sister in law, Mary, will have her liver transplant tomorrow morning at 9:30 at UAB in Birmingham.   It is times like this that we appreciate being able to go to our heavenly Father in prayer and know that he hears and cares. Also, family and friends that show their sincere concern are worth their weight in gold, even at today's prices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7630437590910662256?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7630437590910662256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/marys-transplant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7630437590910662256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7630437590910662256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/marys-transplant.html' title='Mary&apos;s Transplant'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6177349448098464762</id><published>2008-10-01T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:13:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Home Place</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a bittersweet day for me in that we closed the sale on Mom and Dad's house in Parrish. It was hard in a way to see their "American Dream" go to someone else.  But it was mostly sweet because I have been unbelievably tied up the last 3 weeks trying to get it closed out. It is a joy to be done with the chore.  I have found out that dealing with FHA is even worse than dealing with Medicaid and VA.  &lt;br /&gt;Since Mom and Dad are both still living, it hasn't seemed at all like "home" up there since they left.  This afternoon, I went by to see Mom and Dad at Cherry Hill Healthcare.  There they sat, eating ice cream and seeming quite content. Mom was really excited that I had Levi with me.  She walked down with he and I to the aviary to see the birds.  We all enjoyed the short visit and I am so thankful that she and Dad are doing as well as they are for now.  &lt;br /&gt;  I have often heard the saying, "Home is where you hang your hat."  If that is true, then Cherry Hill  fits the bill because you seldom go in and see Dad these days without one of his checkered hats.  I also have heard often, "Home is where you hang your heart."  My heart is with my dear Mom and Dad, so much more than in a house of sticks and bricks that will not last.  We would all do well to put more emphasis on the "heart" than the "house."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6177349448098464762?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6177349448098464762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-home-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6177349448098464762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6177349448098464762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-home-place.html' title='The Old Home Place'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1270747586770562206</id><published>2008-09-15T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:13:18.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's 84th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SM6ltJwxyMI/AAAAAAAAADM/0nqHYsOBHXc/s1600-h/DSC_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SM6ltJwxyMI/AAAAAAAAADM/0nqHYsOBHXc/s320/DSC_0972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246312811066411202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SM6ltZXiFwI/AAAAAAAAADU/YxwlTeGKpVU/s1600-h/DSC_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SM6ltZXiFwI/AAAAAAAAADU/YxwlTeGKpVU/s320/DSC_0969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246312815255492354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Sept. 16th will be Dad's 84th birthday.  Both he and Mom have had some real good days lately.  We had a fun time at a birthday party for him yesterday at Cherry Hill.  See my Facebook for more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1270747586770562206?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1270747586770562206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dads-84th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1270747586770562206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1270747586770562206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dads-84th-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s 84th Birthday'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SM6ltJwxyMI/AAAAAAAAADM/0nqHYsOBHXc/s72-c/DSC_0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6697610803022049908</id><published>2008-09-10T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:46:11.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cousin Cliff"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMfXIb9bdYI/AAAAAAAAADE/xPF4UIYipWQ/s1600-h/Cousin+Cliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMfXIb9bdYI/AAAAAAAAADE/xPF4UIYipWQ/s320/Cousin+Cliff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244396831040566658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been said about "Cousin Cliff" Holman in the past few days after his death.  For those of you who may not know, he was a very well known figure in Birmingham TV who hosted a cartoon show for kids in the afternoon.  For those of us who only had 3 channels(and one of them educational), it was such a treat to watch Popeye, especially on weekdays, and Cousin Cliff did a great job.  I was fortunate to have my birthday on the show once, and be on it with some neighbors another time or two.  I remember going with the Glasgows on one occasion and having a fender bender coming down Red Mountain from the station.   &lt;br /&gt;My most recent contact with Cousin Cliff came several years ago when I was at home one afternoon and answered the phone.  The voice on the other end said, "This is Cliff Holman," and I immediately recognized who it was. How exciting!  He was trying to locate a young man who had no phone, but had an address that was close to the church building.He said he wanted to find the guy who had done some yard work cutting trees for him and he had promised to do a birthday party for his child as a favor.  I knew the boy(who didn't have 2 nickels to rub together) and was able to tell him how he could contact him.  That was Cousin Cliff- larger than life on the screen and off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6697610803022049908?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6697610803022049908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/cousin-cliff.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6697610803022049908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6697610803022049908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/cousin-cliff.html' title='&quot;Cousin Cliff&quot;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMfXIb9bdYI/AAAAAAAAADE/xPF4UIYipWQ/s72-c/Cousin+Cliff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5262255374858349304</id><published>2008-09-09T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:15:07.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Hunting Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMcP3Li9dCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xRfgSn600FE/s1600-h/2008_0906hunt0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMcP3Li9dCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xRfgSn600FE/s320/2008_0906hunt0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244177731762877474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMcP3e68eFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b2Wb2HBiyi0/s1600-h/2008_0906hunt0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMcP3e68eFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b2Wb2HBiyi0/s320/2008_0906hunt0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244177736963749970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a first for me, going dove hunting.  If I had been able to hit a few doves, I would have said it was now "my sport."  It was great fun, but I couldn't hit those birds flitting about.  Josh was kind in saying that I hit one when we both shot at several, but I am not sure. I am sure that I shot about 50 times with only one "maybe" to show for it.  Did I say it sure was fun?  Thanks, Josh, for a great day. Oh, yea, it was Josh's birthday.  He is so special to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5262255374858349304?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5262255374858349304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dove-hunting-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5262255374858349304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5262255374858349304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dove-hunting-fun.html' title='Dove Hunting Fun'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SMcP3Li9dCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xRfgSn600FE/s72-c/2008_0906hunt0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-803438930832518803</id><published>2008-09-02T07:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:15:25.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of Ma Pounds</title><content type='html'>I am saddened this morning to learn of the death of Ma Pounds(Lois Pounds Black) this morning about 5:20 a.m.  All of my family and our camp family will miss her, though we rejoice that she was a faithful soldier of the cross and know that she is so much better off now.  I am reminded of so many good times that we had.  She was a student in my grandmother,  Bess Courington's, Bible class and often told me of that experience. My first ICYC camp memory of her is at the creek clearing off land about the year the camp opened. She always came to my camp session to teach the kids with her Dorcas clothes for the corncob dolls she would make, her scrolls, etc.  She broke her hip during my camp week and had to teach her class before leaving to go to the doctor! She would come to hear me preach every chance she got and was always far more complimentary that I deserved. &lt;br /&gt;She was dear to all of us who knew her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-803438930832518803?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/803438930832518803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/passing-of-ma-pounds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/803438930832518803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/803438930832518803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/passing-of-ma-pounds.html' title='Passing of Ma Pounds'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7137670177787402364</id><published>2008-08-30T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:52:57.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking In Alabama</title><content type='html'>This is a "Letter to the Editor" that I sent to the Bham News regarding 2 editorials in the Saturday edition. Thought you might like to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I read with interest the statistics that were given in a recent editorial that&lt;br /&gt; "43% of Alabama's highway deaths last year involved alcohol."  The very same paper also contained a letter from an out of state writer chastising Alabama for holding on to some of the vestiges of Prohibition.  While the success or failure of national Prohibition may be debateable, some things are obvious.  &lt;br /&gt;Making beverage alcohol more available to more people has never, ever been shown to decrease the use of it.  &lt;br /&gt;   Furthermore, while many are right to be  quick to condemn drunken driving, they are blinded to the other obvious costs to our society. Our dept. of public safety chief was quoted by the news as saying, "Drinking and driving is a dangerous combination."  Well, put!  &lt;br /&gt;And I would add:&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and fatherhood is a dangerous combination.  Would anyone deny that many abusive fathers are driven by alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;Drinking and motherhood is a dangerous combination.  Mothers are harming the precious children born to them(as well as their unborn children) at alarming rates.  &lt;br /&gt;Drinking and teenagers are a dangerous combination.  At a time when they should be learning to make wise decisions, their judgment is impaired.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and working is a dangerous combination. &lt;br /&gt;Drinking and any public event is a dangerous combination. &lt;br /&gt;      Todays young and old could learn something from an old book on this one, "Wine is a mocker, strong drink is a brawler, and whoever is led astray by it is not wise."(Proverbs 20:1- NKJV).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is true that laws will never prevent all alcohol abuse,  but they can discourage it, and I am for any law that does so.&lt;br /&gt;David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7137670177787402364?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7137670177787402364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/drinking-in-alabama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7137670177787402364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7137670177787402364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/drinking-in-alabama.html' title='Drinking In Alabama'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2054993444612223298</id><published>2008-08-29T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:52:49.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Thievery</title><content type='html'>My Mom used to say that the lowest people were those who stole flowers from the cemetary. Well, I don't know who is lower, but when someone steals the flowers from the church building, I would say that is pretty low, too. A year or so ago, someone took 3 decorative benches and a large flower pot(with flowers) from the front of our building.  This week someone took a concrete flower planter, about 1 ft wide by 3 ft long.  Yes, that is really heavy. Perhaps they got tired and decided not to take the other 5 that they left intact.   It took a strong person(possible 2) to lift it. And why did they steal the flowers?&lt;br /&gt;  1. Perhaps the most obvious reason- because they were there.  Some people seem to just like to steal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe they just loved the flowers- they were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;3. They had no flowers of their own and couldn't afford to buy a pack of seeds.&lt;br /&gt;4. They were good "tree hugger" nature lovers who took the flowers to protect them. &lt;br /&gt;5. They needed the exercise and plan to use the concrete planter as a large weight.&lt;br /&gt;6. They can't grow any flowers they do not know how.&lt;br /&gt;7. They needed the flowers for food(they might be poison?)&lt;br /&gt;  What reasons can you think of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2054993444612223298?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2054993444612223298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/church-thievery.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2054993444612223298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2054993444612223298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/church-thievery.html' title='Church Thievery'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2364939550086209678</id><published>2008-08-19T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:23:09.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Back To Calm</title><content type='html'>Having had the stitches out of my mosquito bite sized place on my leg, all is well on the homefront. Please continue to pray for my sister in law, Mary, that she will get her transplant soon and all will go well.  She was at church Sunday, but not feeling well. Mom and Dad have had some good days lately.  To those of you in far away places, it is a hot, dog day afternoon in Birmingham.  Have a great day and may God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2364939550086209678?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2364939550086209678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-back-to-calm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2364939550086209678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2364939550086209678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-back-to-calm.html' title='And Back To Calm'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7448253851227624884</id><published>2008-08-14T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:02:53.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Reinstated</title><content type='html'>For real, last week one day I thought of changing the title of this blog.  I will keep it for now.  Yesterday began as a very calm day .  People often ask, "What do you do?"(OK, I know some of you really do think I only work a few hours a week) and yesterday would have been my standard answer to that- visiting a couple of our church members in the morning, talking on the phone a few times about such things as our gospel meeting in the fall with Kerry Richardson, with a bookstore about a questionable charge, with camp folks about the golf tournament on Saturday.  Then a trip to the bank and the cleaners.  An afternoon of study for my last "Summer Wednesday Series" at Roebuck the last Wed. of the month,  writing on a Sunday sermon, prep for my Wed. Bible class, a couple of other phone calls-  Then about 4:30 to add to the "usualness" of my day, at trip to the restroom after a 20 oz. diet Grapico(delicious).  When walking back to my office I felt something wet on my leg.  Thinking I had either spilled a bit of water when washing my hands, or perhaps another kind of accident that I did not realize(yuck), I walked back to the desk.  I kept feeling the wetness and in a little bit I felt something wet in my shoe. &lt;br /&gt;     Rather nonchalantly I looked down to see that there was blood all over my pants and a huge pool about 2 feet in diameter in the floor. It is a wonder I did not faint and possibly bleed to death.  I reached down and pulled down my sock a bit to reveal blood spurting out of my left leg just below my calf.(Turned out this was a varicose vein that I had the Dr. check a while back because it was itching and protruding.)  Why did it rupture?  Probably from simply being "rubbed the wrong way." The doctor said I was a "big column of pressure" when I stood up- Well put, Doc.)  &lt;br /&gt;   I put pressure on it with one hand and called the paramedics with the other.  While calling on the office phone Kim called on my cell and I told her I couldn't talk because I was on the phone with 911.  She heard me tell them there was blood everywhere and had no idea what had happened(So sorry for that heartcheck, Kim).  After getting off the phone I realized that the doors were locked and I couldn't figure out how to get to the door and keep pressure on my leg, too.  I called Susan and thankfully, she was already home. Kim had already called her and she was on her way to the building.  I called the paramedics back to tell them not to break in, that Susan was on the way with a key.   Susan is the one you want with you in a crisis, and usually does not panic.  I know from past experience that she doesn't drive fast in an ER run, but she got there fast this time, and Kim got there about the same time. The paramedics couldn't find the building even though they are right next door.  The dispatcher did not tell them it was a church and only gave them a house number- which I did not realize we didn't have on the building(any deacons out there?)&lt;br /&gt;      The paramedics came in and quickly wrapped up my leg with a bandage(which was tight, but quickly soaked) and told me there was an ambulance on the way. I didn't think I needed one(Why do men always think they can handle things themselves?) Susan gave me that look and I quickly gave in to it.  By that time Cheryl Chaney(a neighbor) and then Tim Garrison had seen the firetruck and come in to see if they could help and Doris Poole called. (No telling how many people knew about this before I got to the hospital).  Josh got there before I did and Daniel and Mandi got there from Glencoe before long. (I asked Susan why they came and she replied, "Because you were in a huge pool of blood and we didn't know what was going on!" Duh- why didn't I think of that?) I think there was quite a bit of interest at church last night, which I missed.  Kent Garrison got there early and had to try to clean up some of the mess. He called and told me he thought that the carpet might have to be replaced in the office.   &lt;br /&gt;    In all of this  the person in the most danger was likely the paramedic who had to lift the stretcher to get me into the ambulance.  I think his face was as red as my leg. I doubt he would have made it if I had not lost that 63 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;    The paramedics from Sylvan Springs, ambulance co. paramedics, and all of the ER staff at UAB West were great, friendly and professional.  Thanks to all of you who have expressed concern. I expecially appreciated the text message I got from Mark Wylie suggesting I go by the auto parts store and get a can of "Bar's Stop Leak". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Well, the Dr. sewed up my leg and told me not to get my leg wet and that I could play golf in the camp tournament on Saturday. We went by Sonic for a breakfast toaster on the way home.    Today, it is back to calm again- for a long time I hope.  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7448253851227624884?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7448253851227624884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/chaos-reinstated.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7448253851227624884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7448253851227624884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/chaos-reinstated.html' title='Chaos Reinstated'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-852541035075993371</id><published>2008-08-11T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:42:16.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>400 Mile Yard Sale</title><content type='html'>Actually the 321 yard sale is now longer than that, since it has been extended to Chicago from it's beginning point of Gadsden, AL.  Susan and I made a trek on Saturday to Collinsville and then on up to Dogtown which is on the yardsale trail. We have made some part of this trip a few times before in the 10 years of the sale.  I could not tell the crowds have diminished any on the 30 or so miles that we made.   Each crossroads that you come to is packed with individuals and dealers who are trying to unload all sorts of things. The one most impressive item in the "cannot afford" category that I found was a really fine brass bell from a locomotive. I think it was $475.  The same guy had a huge ship's compass that was $1200 and the bill of a "sawfish".  Perhaps the more odd things were the people who were selling and buying the goods. The buy of the day was likely some nice new golf type shirts that we bought Dad for $1. The same guy had a whole big tent full of over run tshirts that were all $1. Restrooms are in short supply on the route, and one of our better stops was at a volunteer fire dept. that advertised their relief stop. They had small baskets of tomatoes and bags of blueberries(mmmmm) for $1 inside. My frivilous purchase of the day was made at the Collinsville Flea Mkt. before our getting to the yardsale.  I found a 10 ft real leather bullwhip for $20 and couldn't pass it up.  No, I am not going to use it on Susan.  I had one when I was a boy that I used often on the bumblebees that came to the red berry(nandina) bushes Mom had in front of our house.  I can still crack it pretty good and when I got home I destroyed the leaves from a limb on the poplar tree in our yard.  Sunday, my shoulder was sore.  Guess I am not the young "whippersnapper"(Papa Courington's phrase for Billy and I) that I used to be.  Hope you have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-852541035075993371?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/852541035075993371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/400-mile-yard-sale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/852541035075993371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/852541035075993371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/400-mile-yard-sale.html' title='400 Mile Yard Sale'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7940277008440771092</id><published>2008-08-04T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:21.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Avenue- Words of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SJfH_gSoRmI/AAAAAAAAACs/FLNGkxlSb5E/s1600-h/a1churchofchristradio_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SJfH_gSoRmI/AAAAAAAAACs/FLNGkxlSb5E/s320/a1churchofchristradio_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230869386027877986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be speaking on Wednesday night in the summer series at 6th Avenue church of Christ in Jasper, AL.  Love to have you if you are in the area.  I saw this article today in the Daily Mountain Eagle and thought some of you might like to read it. It was accompanied by a good picture of Levi Sides and Patrick Morrison.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Words of Truth’&lt;br /&gt;Church of Christ radio broadcast celebrating 62 years&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Williams &lt;br /&gt;Eagle Reporter&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Aug 04, 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Levi Sides, right, and Patrick Morrison, ministers at Sixth Avenue Church of Christ, read scripture after a broadcast of “Words of Truth.” The daily gospel broadcast first went on the air in November 1946. - Photo by: Jennifer Williams&lt;br /&gt;Each day at 8 a.m. announcements, prayers and practical Bible lessons flow from a small office in the Sixth Avenue Church of Christ and into the homes of local radio listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program is called "Words of Truth," and it is the oldest continuous daily gospel broadcast among the Churches of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "Words of Truth" first went on the air in November 1946, the United States had recently emerged victorious in World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper had just gotten its first radio station, WWWB 1360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station was named for Walter Will Bankhead, nephew of Speaker of the House William Bankhead and a longtime Jasper resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankhead was walking near the Sixth Avenue Church of Christ one day when he encountered Gus Nichols, the church's minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said, 'Brother Nichols, I'm going to start a radio station.' Brother Nichols said, 'I want to be on it the very first day,'" said Levi Sides, one of the church's current ministers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When given his choice of times, Nichols chose to speak on WWWB from 8 to 8:30 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although "Words of Truth" has been carried on four different stations over the years, its time has never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today "Words of Truth" is still known by many locals as the Gus Nichols broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sides said when he sits down to prepare his remarks for the program, he often thinks of the man who served the Sixth Avenue Church of Christ for 48 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was the greatest man that I knew. Not educated as far as formal education, but he memorized the book (the Bible). I often say, 'What would Brother Nichols do? What would Brother Nichols say?'" Sides said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Nichols' death in 1975, several ministers have spoken on "Words of Truth," including Bob Duncan, Glenn Posey, Joe Spivy, Glenn Colley, Flavil Nichols, David Wade, Chuck Webster, Brandon Jackson and Ted Burleson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program is currently manned by Sides, Patrick Morrison and Ricky Berger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words of Truth" is a 30-minute live broadcast that features death notices, church announcements, prayer requests and a daily sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lessons are Bible-based, and controversial topics are handled with care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We take local issues. We do speak our political views occasionally, like on bingo. We'll talk about gambling, but we won't mention anybody's name. We try to be very careful in always treating everybody with respect whether they are members of the Church of Christ or not," Sides said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Sides spoke on the topic "Looking for Love." He used as his Scriptures 1 John 4:8, which says God is love, and 1 Corinthians 13, which is often referred to as the love chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words of Truth" was on the air during the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plane struck the first World Trade Center tower at approximately 7:46 a.m. CST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a second plane struck the Twin Towers at 8:03 a.m., Chuck Webster, the "Words of Truth" speaker that morning, changed his sermon into a 30-minute prayer for the victims and their families, the nation and President George W. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 62 years on local radio, "Words of Truth" can now be heard around the world at walkercountyradio.com and www.sixthavenuechurch.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also be heard each morning on AM 1240 WJLX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the technology has changed, the men behind "Words of Truth" today have the same purpose as Nichols when he preached his first radio sermon -- serving the spiritual needs of Walker County residents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our goal is to present a lesson that's heartwarming, life changing and soul saving," Sides said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7940277008440771092?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7940277008440771092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/6th-avenue-words-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7940277008440771092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7940277008440771092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/6th-avenue-words-of-truth.html' title='6th Avenue- Words of Truth'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SJfH_gSoRmI/AAAAAAAAACs/FLNGkxlSb5E/s72-c/a1churchofchristradio_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4362877245414228182</id><published>2008-07-19T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:41:44.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin Article</title><content type='html'>"I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It" &lt;br /&gt;The song entitled "I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It" is number one this week on Billboard's Pop chart.  While lyrics like "I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick. I kissed a girl just to try it," may sound pretty innocent, the next line might really wake you up, "I hope my boyfriend don't mind it."  The song is sung by a girl, Katy Perry. Actually this song is pretty tame compared to her 2007 release of "Ur So Gay."  It didn't take Katy long to go from a "preacher's Kid" in the "Christian" music industry to this raunchy MTV/VH1 bill of fare.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The point of this article is to give further warning to parents and teens about what you listen to and how you allow it to influence you.  Not only is our culture being filled with gay experimentation, but gay rights are being pushed militantly.  The Zondervan company(Bible Publisher) has recently been sued by a man who contends the Bible has made his life miserable.  With the state of Massachusetts approving "gay" marriages, the onslaught of pushing this kind of "alternate lifestyle" will likely continue to flourish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We need to be aware of this push, not only in music, movies, TV, etc., but we need to know what the Bible says about such a lifestyle. Paul did not say it was an "alternate" lifestyle, but that it was an "unrighteous" lifestyle (Rom. 1:18).  This is the way he described it, "Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, 25 who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen. 26 For this reason God gave them up to vile passions. For even their women exchanged the natural use for what is against nature. 27 Likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust for one another, men with men committing what is shameful, and receiving in themselves the penalty of their error which was due." (Romans 1:24-27 (NKJV).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In 1 Cor. 6:9-11 (NKJV) Paul also made it plain that practicing homosexuality was sinful, saying, "Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, 10 nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God. 11 And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God." (1 Cor 6:9-11).  Please note that Paul was not "Gay Bashing," as some would put it, but he offered that some of those in the church had practiced such, come to Christ, been washed, and were now "sanctified" and "justified."   This must be our desire for all who have chosen this ungodly way of life.  David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4362877245414228182?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4362877245414228182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/bulletin-article.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4362877245414228182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4362877245414228182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/bulletin-article.html' title='Bulletin Article'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1283723180042853423</id><published>2008-07-19T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:21.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing in the Hammock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SIIr_-poh0I/AAAAAAAAACk/9yZtAr7TXSU/s1600-h/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SIIr_-poh0I/AAAAAAAAACk/9yZtAr7TXSU/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786895852570434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great shot of Kim, Addi, and Lila from our Vacation at Ft. Morgan.  You can see lots more at my Facebook page.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1283723180042853423?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1283723180042853423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/relaxing-in-hammock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1283723180042853423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1283723180042853423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/relaxing-in-hammock.html' title='Relaxing in the Hammock'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SIIr_-poh0I/AAAAAAAAACk/9yZtAr7TXSU/s72-c/DSC_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3179052694738581537</id><published>2008-07-14T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:57:10.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Blessings</title><content type='html'>The other day it  occurred to me that on my worst day, I may have received more blessings than some people in this world do on their best day?  Food in abundance- some go to bed hungry every night?  A host of friends, when some have none.  A super family that loves me dearly, while many are alone. A wonderful Savior and best friend, Jesus, from whose love I can never be separated.  Thanks be to God for his abundant blessings. So much more than we could ever deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3179052694738581537?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3179052694738581537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3179052694738581537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3179052694738581537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-blessings.html' title='Our Blessings'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7290612656519226341</id><published>2008-07-14T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:48:30.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy Summer</title><content type='html'>Who could believe that it is July 13 already?  We have really been busy this summer.  Glad to report that Mom is doing better.  We had a good visit at Cherry Hill today. Dad even played his french harp a bit today.  Yes, we have had a few vacations where at lot of things seemed to go wrong. But this one everything seemed to go right.  We had a house about 20 miles from Gulf Shores at Ft Morgan.  Along with Susan and I, Kim and Paul, Josh and Katie, and Daniel and Mandi went-  And most important- Addi, Levi, Lila, and Hannah.  Among other things we got to fish, play a round of golf, shop, rest in the hammock, read, play with the kids, and go to Pensacola to see the Blue Angels fly. It would be worth the trip to see them any time you get a chance. I will post some pictures later.  Great to see our dear friends, Elaine Alexander and Martha Mullenix who recently moved to the area.  &lt;br /&gt;We had a great trip and it is great to be back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7290612656519226341?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7290612656519226341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-busy-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7290612656519226341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7290612656519226341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-busy-summer.html' title='Too Busy Summer'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5233375368182261904</id><published>2008-06-23T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:09:15.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Woods to the City</title><content type='html'>We had a great week at camp last week.  I could not believe that we did have internet access with our Verizon modem, but had little time to blog.  The kids were great and the staff did a superb job.  We did have a fine week. I posted several of the pictures on my Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see any snakes or deer this year, but I almost got run over by 3 deer on Saturday after getting home. And it was right behind the Galleria.  I went in an Exxon station to get gas, and  hear a loud commotion right next to me.  A deer had hit the window.  3 of them ran swiftly, right by the door down the sidewalk, almost hitting a fellow who was coming in the store.  Imagine that.  Susan said I was only a couple of seconds from being a headline in the Bham News.  Get me out of the city and back to the woods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom doesn't seem to be doing well.  She is in Baptist Princeton.  Pray for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5233375368182261904?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5233375368182261904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-woods-to-city.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5233375368182261904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5233375368182261904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-woods-to-city.html' title='From the Woods to the City'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2275179934604710445</id><published>2008-06-12T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:21.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SFCutuZQEJI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xw9BfSWuqaI/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SFCutuZQEJI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xw9BfSWuqaI/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210856869438951570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan  has a new "Job Site" this week.  She is in Destin, Fl. attending the Nuts and Bolts seminar at Destin Middle School.  And I got to go along for the ride and a little R &amp; R.  Frankly, this place(Surfside) is so nice, I feel like I am living like the other half.  I actually played golf yesterday with a Texas oilman.   Maybe it will rub off on me.  I took this picture this morning in Destin.  What a "Job Site".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2275179934604710445?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2275179934604710445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/job-site.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2275179934604710445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2275179934604710445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/job-site.html' title='Job Site'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SFCutuZQEJI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xw9BfSWuqaI/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4901669051629593292</id><published>2008-05-29T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:24:21.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"No God, No Peace-  Know God, Know Peace"</title><content type='html'>There have not been many bumper stickers that state more truth than the one above.  The world looks in every nook and cranny for “World Peace.”  It is like the girl hunting a “good” man in every bar, casino, and dive in town.  The problem is not that she is not looking, it is that she is looking in all of the wrong places. &lt;br /&gt; Without God, there can be no peace.   He is rightly called the “God of peace” (Romans 15:33). One of the reasons why if there is “No God” then there is  “No Peace,” is because without God there is no hope.  Paul said in Ephesians 2:12,  “that at that time you were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world.”  What a horrible world it would be without the promises of God to trust that there will be  tomorrow.  John wrote of the hope of the saints, saying, “And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." (Rev 21:4).  Too, there is the peace that comes from a mind of contentment, free from the guilt of sin, knowing that God has wiped away all of our sin. Furthermore, there is more peace with others when we have the love that the Bible teaches.  It is sinful lust that James said is the source of wars (James 4:1-3).  No God, no peace.&lt;br /&gt; But to know God is to know peace.  What a blessing to be free from anxiety and the source of so many of our concerns.  Paul said, “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7).  To know God is to know a peace that surpasses human understanding.  This is one of God’s greatest gifts.  The Psalmist said, “The LORD will give strength to His people; The LORD will bless His people with peace.” (Psalms 29:11) Do you know peace?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4901669051629593292?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4901669051629593292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-god-no-peace.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4901669051629593292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4901669051629593292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-god-no-peace.html' title='&quot;No God, No Peace-  Know God, Know Peace&quot;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2204602769763818509</id><published>2008-05-29T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:22.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Quiet Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SD8dBkwUKSI/AAAAAAAAACU/NkM3gszNL3k/s1600-h/100_0301%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SD8dBkwUKSI/AAAAAAAAACU/NkM3gszNL3k/s320/100_0301%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205911607146981666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get upset when kids make lots of noise.  The wise adult will begin to worry when there is no noise.  Levi and Hannah had a fun Memorial Day, as you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2204602769763818509?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2204602769763818509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware-of-quite-children.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2204602769763818509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2204602769763818509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware-of-quite-children.html' title='Beware of Quiet Children'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SD8dBkwUKSI/AAAAAAAAACU/NkM3gszNL3k/s72-c/100_0301%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2052813483972725957</id><published>2008-05-26T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:50:22.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin'</title><content type='html'>While we are reminded of the great sacrifices of those who have gone before us on Memorial Day,(or as Addi says, "Memorio Day") it is also great to have a day to just pretty much chill out.&lt;br /&gt; The last couple of weeks  proved pretty stressful, because of the busy time, appointing new church leaders and Mom's fall. With appointing new church elders and deacons, all went great. But some past experiences, as well as the experience of others have made me a little gun shy about it.  We have 2 new elders at Sylvan Springs.  I know that Marty Glenn and Mark Wylie will do a great job. They both have the knowledge, love for God and his people, and the heart to do it.  3 new deacons include Brian Maddox, Paul Kelsey, and Josh Courington.  These guys are have already been taking a lead in the church and  are hard workers. We are fortunate to have them. Congratulations to all of you guys.  &lt;br /&gt;   Another factor in last weeks stress was Mom took a bad fall on Wednesday.  A terrible knot on the head resulted, but a catscan showed no serious injury. Her face was about 75% black by Saturday.  I have seen many serious car wreck victims that looked better, but thankfully there were no breaks.  Actually, she and Dad seemed to be doing pretty good by weeks end. &lt;br /&gt;   The swimming pool is ready,  the grands are coming over, pork chops and fish that Josh caught last week at the gulf are in the plans- just chillin' is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2052813483972725957?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2052813483972725957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-chillin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2052813483972725957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2052813483972725957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-chillin.html' title='Just Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4880640066046256111</id><published>2008-05-09T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:46:27.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day- What Is A Mother Worth?</title><content type='html'>Here is an article that I wrote for the bulletin this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I thank God so much for my nurturing grandmothers, my loving Mom, my sacrificial mother in law,  my children's wonderful mother, and my daughter and daughter in law, and all godly mothers who are(were)the most giving people that I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study by Salary.com as reported by AP found that if a mother could paid in dollars, she would make “a nifty sum of nearly $117,000 a year.”  They took into account pay levels for ten job titles that she usually performs, including housekeeper, daycare teacher, van driver, psychologist, and CEO.    The mother who works outside the home was estimated to get $68,000 for her “motherly duties.”  &lt;br /&gt;     One interesting aspect of this theoretical salary is that most of her pay would be for overtime, since a typical week for a stay home mom would be 94.4 hours and 54.6 for working moms. This does not really surprise those of us who have been blessed with hard working mothers and wives.  Even in the 60’s, my Mom did so much more than just the cleaning, cooking, and sewing that was often described.  Today, with the increased demands on children in most every area, from school to sports, Mothers are not only “working,” but they are “overworking.”&lt;br /&gt; This speculation about pay is interesting, but the more important worth of a mom lies beneath what she might be paid if her work was a business.  I am reminded of what the apostle Paul told Titus, “the older women likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things-- [4] that they admonish the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, [5] to be discreet, chaste, homemakers, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be blasphemed.” (Tit. 2:3-5)&lt;br /&gt; Here we might ask, “What is a mother’s love worth?” Mothers will sacrifice for their children like no one else. Thinking back, I realize my Mother sometimes went over board in doing things for us.  James and John’s mother went too far for them in Matthew 20:20-25 in asking that her sons might set on Jesus right and left hand when he ruled in his kingdom.  Though she was wrong, most of us could show examples where our mothers went to bat for us, when no one else would. That is just how mothers are.  But millions of children today are suffering, because they do not have a mother who really loves them. There is no substitute.&lt;br /&gt;     Then we ask, “What is a mother’s example worth?”  In the text above, the discreet, chaste, reverent woman is God’s ideal. I could say so much good about my children’s mother, but I doubt anything could compare to the wonderful example that she has set for them.  Those of us who had the good example of a godly mother should give thanks to God always for it.  All mothers should set their sights on being the best example possible for their children.  No other role model will be more important than this one.&lt;br /&gt; Furthermore, “What is a mother’s teaching worth?”  As the older women teach “good things,” it is handed down from generation to generation.  It was no accident that Timothy had the same “genuine faith” that his grandmother Lois, and mother Eunice had (2 Tim. 1:5).  He had known the Holy Scriptures “from a child.”(2 Tim. 3:15).&lt;br /&gt; What is a mother worth?  The real answer will only be revealed in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;       David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4880640066046256111?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4880640066046256111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-what-is-mother-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4880640066046256111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4880640066046256111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-what-is-mother-worth.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day- What Is A Mother Worth?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2621173850288088137</id><published>2008-05-04T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:14:33.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Downloads</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago I ordered a cheap MP3 player.  The instructions were in Chinese, the music I downloaded to my computer from Walmart was license protected, and I never could figure out how to do much of anything with it. It was so complicated, I got frustrated and just gave up. I should have called a 5th grader.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try again and ordered a Sandisk player and got it day before yesterday. I joined Emusic yesterday and have had some success, even though they have already charged me for one song I didn't get. The music sounds great.  Any suggestions of good places to download(esp. Bluegrass) or any tips would be welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2621173850288088137?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2621173850288088137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-downloads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2621173850288088137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2621173850288088137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-downloads.html' title='Music Downloads'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3329159797399655513</id><published>2008-05-01T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:35:24.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Just a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The fishing expedition on Friday was lost of fun.  We caught nothing in the morning, but had lots of fun with a bream bed in the afternoon. Never could locate any crappie.  It was hot.  We did see a deer swimming right beside us. And as usual, there were some funny moments.  This time at the landing-  As I got on the land out of the boat, my cell phone fell off in the water.  It was right at the edge and I retrieved it quickly.  Luckily, it was off and it worked the next day after drying out.  Then we had a horrible time getting the boat on the trailer.  The ramp(if you would call it that) was very rocky and uneven. I backed the trailer and James tried to drive to boat on to get it out. We made 3 or 4 attempts,and finally got it on and out of the water- with the boat motor still running.  The keystone cops or three stooges probably couldn't have done a better job. But we did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mom and Dad and doing well. I visited with them yesterday and while there, Kim came in with Addi, Levi, and Lila.  What a great dose of medicine for Mom and Dad!  For me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have been in a gospel meeting this week at Quintown.  Long time friend, Tommy Alford preaches there. Also, for those of you who know them, Jennifer recently had a miscarriage- Pray for her.  &lt;br /&gt; It has been a joy, and continues through tonight, though I have missed being at Sylvan Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pam Glenn had to have an appendectomy yesterday.  It hasn't been long since she had some other surgery.  Pray for Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My dear sister in law, Mary, is still waiting for a liver transplant.  She looks so healthy, but is having some rough days.  Keep her in your prayers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I must get back to my sermon work. It has seemed like Monday morning, every day this week, probably because of the sinus problems I have been having.  But it is a beautiful day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ever wonder if it is worth the time it takes to blog?  Here is a thought.  Is it worth the time it takes to make new friends and keep up with old ones? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If I haven't told you lately, I love you, and more importantly- God does too.&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3329159797399655513?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3329159797399655513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3329159797399655513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3329159797399655513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5807458335775083511</id><published>2008-04-24T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:22.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin' Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SBFFnTP75NI/AAAAAAAAACM/8hd5OUnBfyw/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SBFFnTP75NI/AAAAAAAAACM/8hd5OUnBfyw/s200/Water+lilies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193008386819220690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't happen too often, but there is great promise that tomorrow will find me lost on Lost Creek.  I really don't care much if the bobber sinks or not, but I am anticipating a great dose of nature and relaxation with my good friend, James Copeland.  Hope you have a great Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5807458335775083511?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5807458335775083511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/fishin-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5807458335775083511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5807458335775083511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/fishin-friday.html' title='Fishin&apos; Friday'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SBFFnTP75NI/AAAAAAAAACM/8hd5OUnBfyw/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2198471600483781722</id><published>2008-04-14T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:54:47.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkfest 2008</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder that this Friday night, April 18, is our annual Walkfest for Indian Creek Youth Camp. It will be in Jasper at the Walker High track.  It is lots of fun, food, and a fundraiser for the camp. Sounds like the  weather is going to warm up some for it.   BBQ and other food will be available.  Hope to see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2198471600483781722?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2198471600483781722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/walkfest-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2198471600483781722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2198471600483781722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/walkfest-2008.html' title='Walkfest 2008'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8726033909151845473</id><published>2008-04-09T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:32:26.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Garrison Passes</title><content type='html'>A dear friend and sister, Betty Garrison, passed away early this morning at St. Vincents Hosp.  She loved the Lord, her family and church.  Betty had a great country alto voice and loved to sing. Soon after her passing, Kent asked that I lead the family in a verse of one of her favorite songs, "When All of God's Singers Get Home."  What a wonderful song and comforting thought that she is now singing in the very presence of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8726033909151845473?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8726033909151845473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/betty-garrison-passes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8726033909151845473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8726033909151845473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/betty-garrison-passes.html' title='Betty Garrison Passes'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8814631965983875256</id><published>2008-03-28T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:21:45.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum,Yum</title><content type='html'>Dale Jenkins blog has a good discussion of the best places to eat. I know I don't need to be reading it, and have threatened to boycott.  He mentioned the  KFC at Hamilton, AL that has a buffet and it is fine.  Also, Brooksies in Jackson,TN. which I have tried and it is good.  Here are my 5-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Dale's Southern Grill in Birmingham on Hwy 31 just below the Galleria.  The most extensive menu I have seen.  They are moderately priced and have so many good things.  The most recent I tried was pecan encrusted trout.  I love the bran muffins and carrot souffle.  It is like a dessert.&lt;br /&gt;2)Big Bob Gibson in Decatur- the bbq- the white sauce is wonderful(and available at Walmart)  Susan and I went last week while she was out of school.  We are dieting so we decided we would split a BBQ filled potato.  Believe me, both of us had plenty.&lt;br /&gt;3)Fish Market in Birmingham(My all time favorite.)the fish- most any kind- Lemon Pepper Amberjack, grilled Mahi-Mahi, grilled  redfish magic, shark steak-  my mouth is watering and I am not even hungry.&lt;br /&gt;4)Niki's West- Bham-the vegetables. One of the most unlikely locations for a successful restaurant in the world-  but it continues to be a favorite of so many.  &lt;br /&gt;5)GW's Steakhouse in Hueytown-Bacon cheesburger- This is an old place that has recently been refurbed and was the Iceberg which was a haunt of all the Nascar guys. They have a great meat and 3, but that bacon cheesburger is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8814631965983875256?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8814631965983875256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/yumyum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8814631965983875256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8814631965983875256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/yumyum.html' title='Yum,Yum'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6507279267945680778</id><published>2008-03-25T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:23.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lads To Leaders 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R-kth_-FXtI/AAAAAAAAACE/qfzz8q9QuCU/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+3-08+Pictures+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R-kth_-FXtI/AAAAAAAAACE/qfzz8q9QuCU/s320/Copy+(2)+of+3-08+Pictures+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181722908397231826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our congregation at Sylvan Springs has certainly benefit from participating in Lads To Leaders for the past 9 years.  Each year we have seen our youth grow and our adults benefit from helping as well.  In this picture, notice how much more hair I have than Billy and Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6507279267945680778?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6507279267945680778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/lads-to-leaders-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6507279267945680778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6507279267945680778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/lads-to-leaders-2008.html' title='Lads To Leaders 2008'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R-kth_-FXtI/AAAAAAAAACE/qfzz8q9QuCU/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+3-08+Pictures+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1109245092677082968</id><published>2008-03-24T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:12:34.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Heart</title><content type='html'>I think this blog needs a little more humor lately. Last night was one of those moments at Sylvan Springs that you don't forget for a while.  It was singing night and one of our  well meaning deacons was going to brag on our singing.  His comparison was that he had attended a church twice as large while visiting away yesterday morning and the singing was still not as loud or spirited as ours.   Instead of saying he had been at "________ Church of Christ" which was the case, he said he had attended "__________ Assembly of God".   He didn't realize what he had said, but everyone else did. I doubt I was the only one who had to wipe his eyes from getting so tickled. It was the last song before I had to extend the invitation and I  told some of our folks I should receive an award for regaining my composure.   I was reminded of a time when I was preaching on the crucifixion and in my most dramatic  tone said, "And they placed a "thrown of corns upon his head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1109245092677082968?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1109245092677082968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/merry-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1109245092677082968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1109245092677082968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/merry-heart.html' title='A Merry Heart'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-608516568552300079</id><published>2008-03-11T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:23.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Camp-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae99F5I6I/AAAAAAAAABk/g9zlNApGYHU/s1600-h/3-08+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae99F5I6I/AAAAAAAAABk/g9zlNApGYHU/s320/3-08+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176499608917451682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae-9F5I7I/AAAAAAAAABs/K1NhYVyqWx8/s1600-h/3-08+Pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae-9F5I7I/AAAAAAAAABs/K1NhYVyqWx8/s320/3-08+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176499626097320882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae-9F5I8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/joqNddEYHSQ/s1600-h/3-08+Pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae-9F5I8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/joqNddEYHSQ/s320/3-08+Pictures+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176499626097320898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae_dF5I9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DAd_XDbl__4/s1600-h/3-08+Pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae_dF5I9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DAd_XDbl__4/s320/3-08+Pictures+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176499634687255506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is an interesting month in Alabama.  One day it snows, the next it is 75 degrees.  I took these pictures at Indian Creek Youth Camp on Saturday. The last one is a picture of my dear friend and brother, L.T. Gurganus.  He does mission work in Russia and Ukraine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-608516568552300079?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/608516568552300079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/608516568552300079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/608516568552300079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-camp.html' title='Cold Camp-'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R9ae99F5I6I/AAAAAAAAABk/g9zlNApGYHU/s72-c/3-08+Pictures+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1457180592304456222</id><published>2008-03-06T16:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:29:49.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Mental Illness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the house passed a bill to require insurance companies that offer coverage for mental illness to make it equal with that of physical illness.  In other words, no more "coverage for a sick stomach-80 or 100%", and "Coverage for a sick mind- 50% or less"  The senate passed a different version of the bill in September.  This is long overdue in my opinion.  People seldom, if ever, make a conscious choice to be mentally ill.  It is simply ignorance to think so.  While it may be true that some people bring certain things upon themselves, it is no more that way with mental illness than physical.   Mentally ill people are some of the world's most needy, and often the most neglected.   Here is a poem I wrote that has some food for thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Man’s Land&lt;br /&gt;Not understood, no helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m out in “No Man’s Land,”&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer think so good,&lt;br /&gt;If I had my wish, I surely would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One breaks a leg or hit’s his  head,&lt;br /&gt;Friend’s come around and make his bed,&lt;br /&gt;They bring a dish, they understand, &lt;br /&gt;But not me, I am out in “No Man’s Land,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not choose to be mentally ill, &lt;br /&gt;I wish they could cure it with a pill,&lt;br /&gt;Today is hard, tomorrow worse,&lt;br /&gt;Some people think I have a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt inside, and no one’s there,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not really that they do not care,&lt;br /&gt;It’s rather that they do not know,&lt;br /&gt;Just how to help, concern to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend have no fear, just come and stand,&lt;br /&gt;By my side, lend me your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still inside where I’ve always been,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for comfort from a dear old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be there for me, as I would for you,&lt;br /&gt;Be kind, soft words, loving and true. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t say too much, I won’t understand, &lt;br /&gt;Because I am out in “No Man’s Land.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not even know that you are there, &lt;br /&gt;I may not respond, as if you care,&lt;br /&gt;But you will receive a crown one day,&lt;br /&gt;For a  “little one” you went out of your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed your love, as Jesus bid,&lt;br /&gt;You helped me, more than you thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;You took time to try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;What it’s like to be in “No Man’s Land.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to more than just a few,&lt;br /&gt;I pray it doesn’t happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows just where tomorrow you’ll be,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in “No Man’s Land” with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1457180592304456222?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1457180592304456222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/ode-to-mental-illness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1457180592304456222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1457180592304456222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/ode-to-mental-illness.html' title='Ode To Mental Illness'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7668453243157132138</id><published>2008-03-03T18:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:24:03.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Helps</title><content type='html'>Since I broached the weight loss subject with someone else's article, I will give a few tips of my own. I have lost a lot of weight in my time. Unfortunately, I have gained back more. But one bright spot that I read some time ago is that every time you fail, you learn something new that puts you closer to success. That sounds good anyway. I have found a few things recently that have made it easier for me, so maybe they will help you. If you have some tips, leave them as a comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common to hear, "Eat Breakfast," but until recently, I have not heeded it much. One reason is that it is often inconvenient to fix something. 2 things have helped. One is whole grain cereal. When I eat granola or another whole grain type, I am less hungry later on in the day. Another is those delicious Quaker Oatmeal to Go bars. They are really moist and tasty. Great with a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always liked vegetables but again, it is not always simple to prepare them for a quick meal. In comes the Bird's Eye "SteamFresh" line of microwave vegetables(We have tried some others that were not as good). Nothing could be simpler, they are very low calorie, and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a sweet snack? I have tried a lot of granola/grain bars that were supposed to be good for you, but they were not very good. Fiber One bars(I have tried Caramel and Chocolate) are unbelievably tasty. They are only 140 calories, so if you have a sweet tooth, indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Zuccini is great. We have a little indoor electric grill that does a good job with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salads are sometimes a great choice, but you have to watch the add-ons, especially the dressing. I got a side salad at McDonald's the other day and they gave me 2 small packets of blue chesse dressing. I could not believe they were 180 calories each(and calories do count, whether you count them or not!) 2 packets of that is a meal by itself. But now for my favorite. It didn't even sound good to me the first time I tried it, but Ken's Lite Raspberry Vinagrette is fantastic. Try it and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dieting!(And that is what it is and always will be. Those sophisticated, too highly educated folks who tell you that it is not a diet, but an eating plan, are off the mark. What you eat is your diet. That is why they call people who specialize in such things dieticians.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7668453243157132138?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7668453243157132138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/weight-loss-helps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7668453243157132138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7668453243157132138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/weight-loss-helps.html' title='Weight Loss Helps'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-190661839157610451</id><published>2008-02-28T14:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:54:35.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Straight Talk About Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>Yes, I along with several of my friends are working to lose weight.   No, it is not is not easy, but it is needed.  I came across this article on some Aussie's blog and would give him credit if he had given his name:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Living in Fat City &lt;br /&gt;If you live in Australia, the US, the UK, Canada or New Zealand, then you live in the same place as me; Fat City. Fat City of course, being more of a collective mindset, and a culture of eating too much and moving too little, than any geographical location, or ‘literal’ place. And while it’s not a literal place, it is very real. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the average Australian increases by about 0.4kg (1lb) per year, every year, and it’s a pretty similar figure in most Western countries. It’s predicted that Australia (where I live) will be a totally obese population by 2050. There’s a thought. What an achievement. This is the forecast, despite the fact that we are now more educated, more informed and more aware, than we’ve ever been before. The truth is, in 2008 we are constantly bombarded with more and more information and education about diet, lifestyle, exercise, obesity, general health and all its variables, yet still, we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Exercise Scientist, observer of humanity, and ex-fat bloke, there are plenty of things which fascinate me about living in Fat City (the culture, the habits, the behaviors, the thinking, the excuses, the lies, the marketing, the trends, the media), but here’s my short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We’ve never been more informed, educated, resourced or equipped to combat obesity, yet we’ve never been fatter. We live in the information age, yet we do nothing with it. I’m amused by those who suggest that obesity is primarily an education problem, when in reality, it is (for the majority) a self-control problem. Self control: yes, that crazy, outdated notion I’ve spoken of many times before. We are inundated with education but we choose not to learn. Real ‘learning’ would have resulted in a large-scale positive change in behavior, and of course, decline in obesity levels. It hasn’t. In fact, if there was a positive correlation between the increase in education and the decline of global obesity, then we would see virtually no obesity at all. But… if we wanted to be cheeky and use ’selective science’ (as many ‘experts’ do), we could actually conclude that the increase in education may have resulted in the increase in obesity. After all, there is a direct relationship: more education, more obesity. Yes I’m being sarcastic, but you understand my point. When it comes to diet and exercise, we know what to do, but we don’t do what we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am constantly amazed at our ability (as a society) to complicate the simple. How many more books, programs and breakthrough weight-loss discoveries do we need? Really? Here’s a wacky concept, increase energy expenditure (exercise, general activity) and decrease energy intake (stop eating so much crap). A little scientific I know, but hey, it just might work. Of course it’s simple, but it requires genuine and consistent effort. Simple, of course, not to be confused with ‘easy’. And therein lies the problem. Which leads me to point three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our obsession with the quick fix. We don’t wanna work for those results. We want someone or something to do it for us. We are precious and lazy. We are addicted to the shortcut. Give me the pill, powder, potion, product or surgeon that will make me beautiful. I am allergic to sweat and hard work it’s so ‘1985′. We are a culture obsessed with ‘easy’ and sometimes creating amazing requires a little effort. Or a lot. And we hate that. Sorry about that. I’ll try and change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We love playing the ‘blame game’. We would rather justify, rationalize, explain and blame someone or something for our obesity, than take complete responsibility for our fat selves. Of course it’s not our fault. We are poor victims of situations, circumstances and genetics. So not fair. If what we do to our body (lifestyle, food, exercise) is the biggest influence on our level of fitness and fatness (which it is), then obesity is typically the result of poor decision making, rather than poor genetics. Even people with poor genetics can get in great shape, if they work with their genetics and manipulate the variables the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I laugh when people get grumpy at me for telling the truth; what they don’t want to hear.“Okay John, it will only take two weeks to lose that hundred pounds and that huge gut you built over the last thirty years, and yes, it will be easy, fun and painless. You will definitely look incredible by next Tuesday. Wednesday, tops. In fact, just leave your body here; I’ll do it for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I marvel that people pay thousands of dollars per year to walk/run on a treadmill with a built in TV, radio and fan, when they could get the same physiological benefit (or better) heading out their front door and returning thirty minutes later. No driving to the gym, no petrol costs, no waiting for machines, no travel time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Our inability to finish things. We start jogging. We stop. We go on a diet. We go off it. We join a gym. We go five times. We make resolutions. We don’t follow through. We lose fat. We regain it. We start. We stop. We get fit. We get unfit. We operate on emotion. We always find a ‘reason’ to give up. We experience momentary motivation, but we never truly commit. Real commitment (”I will do this no matter what”) creates life-long change, not temporary weight loss or occasional fitness. We’re great at starting, crap at finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Victim. “But you don’t understand my life, body, time restraints, problems, situation, history, challenges, injuries, medical conditions.” Your problem isn’t your body; it’s your thinking. Get your mind in shape and your body will follow."&lt;br /&gt;(From an interesting site- www.lifehack.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is straight talk.  I needed to hear it.  Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-190661839157610451?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/190661839157610451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-straight-talk-about-weight-loss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/190661839157610451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/190661839157610451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-straight-talk-about-weight-loss.html' title='Warning! Straight Talk About Weight Loss'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6816906584353176428</id><published>2008-02-27T16:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:18:26.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Bulletins- Always Good For A Laugh</title><content type='html'>I have seen many lists of Bulletin Bloopers and always get a laugh from them.  My friend, Ricky Burger, sent me this list.  It had some old ones but a couple I had not seen. Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fasting &amp; Prayer Conference includes meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the Water.." The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been cancelled due to a conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Charlene Mason sang "I will not pass this way again," giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rector will preach his farewell message after which the choir will sing: "Break Forth Into Joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What Is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - prayer and medication to follow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening at 7 PM there will be hymn singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And my personal favorite-DC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6816906584353176428?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6816906584353176428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6816906584353176428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6816906584353176428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Church Bulletins- Always Good For A Laugh'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-263764737196031672</id><published>2008-02-21T16:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:35:38.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity Plates- New Level of "Stupit"?</title><content type='html'>"Stupit" is as "stupit" does.  In case you are wondering, "stupit" is just one class above "stupid".  I have long lamented the practice of some of my fellow Alabamians who lay out $50 for a specialized license plate that spells something that no one understands.  It seems too much to me to spend $50 for a War Eagle or a Roll Tide.  But to pay $50 for "RolTid" and "WrEgle".  Give me a break. That $50 will buy the wife and I 2 trips to Logan's for a small steak or if we stretch it, 3 trips to Cracker Barrel for breakfast.  Better yet, it would feed several hungry children or clothe one or two at a thrift store.  But now some of those oil rich Arabs have topped the "stupitity" of my cousins and friends in Alabama.  The United Arab Emirates started auctioning off licence plates last May.  A guy by the name of "Saeed Khouri" bought the plate carrying the single digit "1".  He remarked, "I bought it because it's the best number,I bought it because I want to be the best in the world."  The price?&lt;br /&gt;$14 million dollars!  No, in my opinion he ain't "stupit", he's "stupid," and then some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-263764737196031672?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/263764737196031672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/vanity-plates-new-level-of-stupit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/263764737196031672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/263764737196031672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/vanity-plates-new-level-of-stupit.html' title='Vanity Plates- New Level of &quot;Stupit&quot;?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7399787660814060789</id><published>2008-02-14T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:24.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold In Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R7SXa5a50xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PYp-xEhuGlU/s1600-h/Lila+Birth+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R7SXa5a50xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PYp-xEhuGlU/s320/Lila+Birth+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166921160846856978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the weather, stay around until tomorrow.  Our weather in the Birmingham area usually does not stay the same for long.  We had a 70+ degree day or two last week, but yesterday brought snow flurries and last night was cold.  Todau it is approaching 60 for Valentine's day.  Spring is on the way. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;The picture is of our dog Bandit, made yesterday morning on the deck. I think he likes the cold. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7399787660814060789?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7399787660814060789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-in-alabama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7399787660814060789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7399787660814060789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-in-alabama.html' title='Cold In Alabama'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/R7SXa5a50xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PYp-xEhuGlU/s72-c/Lila+Birth+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8192693290515911395</id><published>2008-02-01T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:41:59.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby Norris, My Dear Friend, Passes Away</title><content type='html'>This morning I was awakened at 4:15 with the news that my dear friend, Bobby Norris, had passed away.  I first met Bob when he preached at Hatt Church of Christ near Parrish.  He was a Sand Mountain country boy for sure. His outstanding humble character, quick wit, kind ways and great sense of humor will last in my memory. Our friendship grew quickly and lasted long. It is not over, just changed.  I will have one more dear one on the other side to greet me when I get there. &lt;br /&gt;  He and Charlene were so close, I know it will be hard on her. His girls loved him dearly.  Bob was living in Albertville and preaching for the Alder Springs church, his home congregation. He passed away at home last night about midnight. He recently found out that he had pulmonary hypertention and was trying to get an appointment with a specialist in the field.  &lt;br /&gt;    The visitation will be on Monday(Feb 4) night from 5:30- 9:00 at Adams Funeral Home in Albertville, Al.  The funeral will be on Tuesday at 2:00 p.m. (with a viewing from 1-2) at the Alder Springs Church of Christ in Albertville, AL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8192693290515911395?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8192693290515911395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/bobby-norris-my-dear-friend-passes-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8192693290515911395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8192693290515911395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/bobby-norris-my-dear-friend-passes-away.html' title='Bobby Norris, My Dear Friend, Passes Away'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3683859333521529102</id><published>2008-01-17T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:04:48.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mind Is A TERRIBLE Thing To Waste</title><content type='html'>They say it is a good character trait if you can laugh at yourself.  Sometimes I just have to, or I would cry.   While watching the local TV news night before last, they showed the picture of a school in Tuscaloosa where some event had happened.  The view was the front of the building which included the school sign which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO SCHOOL MILK DAY- 1/21"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed this picture a second time and I wondered out loud to Susan, "Why would a school have a day with no milk?  That just makes no sense to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a really big chuckle, Susan replied, "Honey, the sign said, "NO SCHOOL '&lt;strong&gt;MLK&lt;/strong&gt;'(i.e. Martin Luther King) DAY 1/21".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I only missed it by one letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3683859333521529102?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3683859333521529102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/mind-is-terrible-thing-to-waste.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3683859333521529102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3683859333521529102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/mind-is-terrible-thing-to-waste.html' title='A Mind Is A TERRIBLE Thing To Waste'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-982982294113739040</id><published>2008-01-08T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:58:53.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent's Example</title><content type='html'>"Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the source for that quote, but what a good one.  The 3 most important essentials for being good parents- example, example, example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good anonymous quote along these lines is this one, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He that gives good advice, builds with one hand; he that gives good counsel and example, builds with both; but he that gives good admonition and bad example, builds with one hand and pulls down with the other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the position or place of leadership- church, home, work- nothing is more important than setting a good example.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  If you smoke, you children are very likely to do so. If you curse, junior won't be far behind. If you are unkind to the spouse, just watch the children and see how they treat your mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a positive note. If you do set a good example, it will be much easier to get them to do what they should.   Remember- they want to be like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-982982294113739040?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/982982294113739040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/parents-example.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/982982294113739040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/982982294113739040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/parents-example.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Example'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7020751163376217692</id><published>2008-01-08T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:00:57.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Sick To Preach</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I began to have symptoms of a stomach virus which I thought would be of the 24 hour variety. It turned into about a 4-5 day bout with fever, body aches, and all sorts of symptoms.  My stomach just now seems to be returning to normal and my energy level is still a bit off.  The worst thing is that I missed my preaching appointments last weekend. I was to teach a class(two) at a Youth Rally at 9th Avenue Church of Christ in Haleyville on Saturday.  Believe it or not, this was the first time in 32 years of preaching that Susan and I can remember I ever missed an out of town appointment,  and only about the 3rd or 4th time that I missed a regular Sunday.  God has blessed me with good health, far better than I deserve.  I really missed you Sylvan Springs folks Sunday, but appreciate Bro. Spivey and Marty for filling in. &lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, it did get me off to a good start on my diet that I had been planning for the New Year.  But I hope I don't lose any more weight that way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7020751163376217692?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7020751163376217692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-sick-to-preach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7020751163376217692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7020751163376217692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-sick-to-preach.html' title='Too Sick To Preach'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7577449112730301540</id><published>2008-01-02T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:45:52.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to those who are still reading my "seldom updated" blog. I do hope to do better in the new year.  Anyway, here are a few random updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exposure Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Dec 27-30 Susan and I went with a group from Sylvan Springs(17 of us) to Huntsville to Exposure Camp. It was at the Embassy Suites(Sweet!) The program was fantastic and I take my hat off the the board that did a wonderful job of planning. It was very enriching for adults and teens alike.  I am already looking forward to next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom and Dad-&lt;/strong&gt;They are both at Cherry Hill Healthcare and doing some better.  I am very thankful for the caring staff there.  They do a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary-&lt;/strong&gt; We found out last week that she was 6th on the list. Her liver transplant could be any time. Pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Ward's Mother-&lt;/strong&gt; I talked to Glenda last night and Bill's mother, Alma Ward, is very low. She has lung cancer.  Pray for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral-&lt;/strong&gt; I am to conduct the funeral today of Nell Graham. I don't know her well, but am very thankful that she decided to make things right with God recently.  That is the only thing that is important to her now.  What is important to you?  Her's is the first funeral that I will attend this year, and it almost certainly won't be the last.  Death plays no favorites, it takes no holidays, it does not discriminate regarding age, sex, national origin-   it will come to me one day, unannounced, as it will to you.  My prayer is that I will live every day this year as if it were my last, it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you!-&lt;/strong&gt; Whether you are an old friend or a new one, a dear friend or a casual acquaintance, a family member or a stranger, I love you.  Everyone needs to hear it regularly, and everyone needs to say it, regularly. What a great  way to start the year and every day of the year.  Or to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Loves You!&lt;/strong&gt; So much that he sent his son to die for you!  Remind yourself often and others, as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7577449112730301540?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7577449112730301540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7577449112730301540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7577449112730301540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2197493978834503077</id><published>2007-12-17T03:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:40:59.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed to have lived a life with very little physical pain, except for tooth pain. There have been at least 6-7 abscessed teeth that required a root canal, and several painful episodes. They nearly always happen on the weekend, usually Friday. Sunday is better, at least if it doesn't quit on its own, I won't have to wait 2 days to see a doctor. It is now 3:20 a.m. on Monday morning and I had to get up because the pain was just unbearable after 2 Ibuprophen a couple of hours ago. It has eased up quite a bit and I am thinking of going to bed, but you may know that such pain can be exacerbated by laying down, if it is another abscess. I am not 100% sure, but it I think it is a tooth that has already been root canaled twice(by a doctor who likes to make do Donald Duck imitations while he works on you(no kidding). That tooth had a cap, then a bridge, and who knows what else, that is hurting. I guess that is about a $3,000 tooth already.  At what point does one quit patching and have them pulled and get dentures.  I wish my Grandpas were still around to advise me.  Papa Studdard seemed to have lots of trouble with his dentures.  He was always going to a man's house that lived nearby that he called "Toothmaker" to get a tooth put back in or something.  I think he did enjoy his dentures somewhat though because he liked to stick them out a little kids and scare them.  I thought that was great fun.  Perhaps my Grandpa Courington had the best idea.  He had his teeth all pulled and never got dentures.  He could eat nearly anything and must have had some of the "Toughest Gums In The South."  Well, this too shall pass. Actually I am feeling a good bit better now. Maybe it is my sinuses, as that can mimic tooth pain.   No longer am I having thoughts of getting a pair of plyers and trying my own hand at do-it-yourself dentistry.  Nor am I thinking of going to one of those 24 hour dentist operations with the foreign doctors who use primitive methods, like that  lady I saw late one Friday at Midfield Dental clinic who had a dot on her forehead. I looked up and the first thing you know she is striking matches and burning something and sticking it to my teeth.  Boy, all I want for Christmas is some pain free teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2197493978834503077?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2197493978834503077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2197493978834503077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2197493978834503077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2718322951902196832</id><published>2007-12-10T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:17:25.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Personal Note</title><content type='html'>Hi Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe it has been so long since I blogged.  Mom and Dad have been having multiple health issures for the last couple of months and it has kept me busy.  Dad is in the hospital but much improved and Mom had to go to Cherry Hill Healthcare.   She seems to be somewhat depressed and having a hard time getting around. The rest of our clan is fine and I hope to be blogging regularly again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this finds you and yours doing well.  Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2718322951902196832?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2718322951902196832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-personal-note.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2718322951902196832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2718322951902196832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-personal-note.html' title='On A Personal Note'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2133981279459899832</id><published>2007-10-19T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:24:07.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“The man who won gold but lost God”</title><content type='html'>“The man who won gold but lost God” &lt;em&gt;The Times&lt;/em&gt;, June 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 25, 2000, Jonathan Edwards of England won a gold medal in the triple jump in the Sydney Olympics.  In his kitbag he carried, among other items, a tin of sardines.  Not because he loved them so well, or to give him a competitive edge, but to symbolize the miracle of Jesus feeding the 5,000.  According to the Times, Edwards faith had been “fundamental to his identity” since his youth.  After winning the gold and retiring from his sport, he had a prominent role on the BBC program, “Songs of Praise” and often touted his faith.&lt;br /&gt;   But then he began to have doubts.  According to the Times, Edwards has gone from a man who refused to play his sport on Sunday because of his strong beliefs, to one who believes “that the Bible is not literal truth, but literal falsehood” and is “to all intents, and purposes, an atheist.”&lt;br /&gt;     If you want to look up this story on the Times website, you will find page after page of comments as to “Why?” the change.   It is not my intention here to answer that question, but rather use this example as a warning to us. &lt;br /&gt;     All men have doubts on occasion. They sometimes come because we have a tragic, life changing event.   Job had several of these in a short time span.  He handled it well at first, but questions came.   Later he had to confess, “I have uttered what I did not understand, Things too wonderful for me, which I did not know.”(Job 42:3).   In many instances, our doubts come from lack of knowledge.  This may be from failure to know and understand God’s word, or as in Job’s case, our inability to know what God knows and see what He sees.”&lt;br /&gt;       Also, doubts can come when we face a change in environment.  That seems to have been a factor for Edwards, when he became a media personality and was no longer training long hours and in constant contact with his family.  This reminds us of the scripture, “Do not be deceived: “Evil company corrupts good habits.” (1 Cor. 15:33).  &lt;br /&gt;      Furthermore, doubts can come from one being tempted(See James 1:12-16).  It  might be easy for some to discard God when they see him as a barrier to the lifestyle they desire.  Like Joseph, we need to be strong when these trials come. &lt;br /&gt;         Too, doubts may come from questions that we cannot answer.  In such cases, we need to diligently explore God’s word seeking the answers.  They won’t come from “science, falsely so called”(1 Tim. 6:20-KJV) or the “wisdom of the world.”(1 Cor. 1:20- Study the context.)&lt;br /&gt;If we have doubts, whatever the source, we must be careful to feed our faith and not our doubts.  Remember, “The dog we feed, is the one that will lead.”   The source of our faith is God’s Word (Romans 10:17). The gospel will strengthen our faith because “… in it the righteousness of God is revealed from faith to faith; as it is written, “The just shall live by faith.” (Rom. 1:17).  The greatest thing that can increase our faith is a study of the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus from the Gospels.  If He lives, and He does, Christianity stands.  Otherwise it falls.  Let us study, and “Draw close to God” so that He will draw close to us.  Also, let us pray to the Lord, “Increase our faith.”(Luke 17:5).   David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2133981279459899832?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2133981279459899832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-who-won-gold-but-lost-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2133981279459899832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2133981279459899832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-who-won-gold-but-lost-god.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;“The man who won gold but lost God”&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-3039631158532012491</id><published>2007-10-12T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:24.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/RxARPNZaKmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0ZN4UbKvKV4/s1600-h/Lila+Birth+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/RxARPNZaKmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0ZN4UbKvKV4/s320/Lila+Birth+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120611729312197218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/RxARPdZaKnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oWX8MrYxByA/s1600-h/Lila+Birth+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/RxARPdZaKnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oWX8MrYxByA/s320/Lila+Birth+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120611733607164530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what fit Gramps with a blog wouldn't put up a picture of a new grandchild for the whole world to see.  Ain't she puRRRRRRRty! Hey, and that Granna ain't bad either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-3039631158532012491?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3039631158532012491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-lila.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3039631158532012491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/3039631158532012491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-lila.html' title='Baby Lila'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/RxARPNZaKmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0ZN4UbKvKV4/s72-c/Lila+Birth+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-4801535189511807773</id><published>2007-10-11T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:21:51.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 11 Update</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe it has been a month since I posted. I don't have time to write much now, but I didn't want any of you readers to think I had died.  Getting ready for our meeting at Sylvan Springs(October 21-24 with David Powell), 2 weekends of camp board meetings, family things, regular church work, etc. has kept me unusually busy for the fall. And tomorrow, Lord willing, we are supposed to have a new grandbaby.  Please pray that Kim and Lila will do well. We had all the  kids and grands at the house Tuesday night and it is already quite a crowd, but what fun.  The more the merrier.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-4801535189511807773?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4801535189511807773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/oct-11-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4801535189511807773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/4801535189511807773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/oct-11-update.html' title='Oct. 11 Update'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8941800264682603322</id><published>2007-09-10T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:08:42.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poems</title><content type='html'>My poems may not be the best,&lt;br /&gt;They're not much different than the rest, &lt;br /&gt;So, if now, you start sawing logs, &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you will want to read other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll come back, I know you will.&lt;br /&gt;Because this blog is such a thrill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8941800264682603322?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8941800264682603322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8941800264682603322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8941800264682603322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-poems.html' title='My Poems'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7423051998725992790</id><published>2007-09-10T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:01:57.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Sisters Poem</title><content type='html'>5 Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Four brothers that have wide acclaim, &lt;br /&gt;They’re known both far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody,Anybody,Somebody,&amp; Nobody &lt;br /&gt;Are so well known that they are full of  pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have five sisters, &lt;br /&gt;Just as inept at getting things done.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps their example is worse, &lt;br /&gt;Than that of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of these is “Woulda”&lt;br /&gt;She’s the best at making excuses&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in the past is her shame,&lt;br /&gt;Failing to produce, she loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is a city girl, &lt;br /&gt;“Shoulda” lives in the town of regret,&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she had,  &lt;br /&gt;But she hasn’t started yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Coulda” is another sister,&lt;br /&gt;Who rivals her big brothers,&lt;br /&gt;By wasting opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;As much as all the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Usta” holds her head up high,&lt;br /&gt;While telling of her past,&lt;br /&gt;She acts like there’s no limit, &lt;br /&gt;To how long time will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ima Gonna” is the last,   &lt;br /&gt; She talks of many missions.&lt;br /&gt;But her efforts never start,&lt;br /&gt;She may have good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try hard you just might see, &lt;br /&gt;Yourself in one of these gals.&lt;br /&gt;Better work- do all you can,  &lt;br /&gt;Not to become one of their pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By David Courington 9/5/2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7423051998725992790?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7423051998725992790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/five-sisters-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7423051998725992790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7423051998725992790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/five-sisters-poem.html' title='Five Sisters Poem'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7626060952867695453</id><published>2007-09-07T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:59:49.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What We Allow, We Encourage"</title><content type='html'>Bulletin Article For 9/9/07&lt;br /&gt;Always on the lookout for short messages that make a point to put on the church sign, I was glad to come across this one, “What we allow, we encourage.”   Wow, that deserves our consideration.  At the outset, we should note that we do not have control over many things.  For example,  I cannot control what my neighbors do.  But on the other hand, if they are doing something illegal, such as running a meth lab in their house, I am bound to report that as a good citizen.  Many neighborhoods could do something about their decline if decent citizens would not sit idly by and “encourage” illegal activity by their silence.   I may control more things than I think.  In fact, there are many things that I do control.  &lt;br /&gt;First is my behavior.  When Jesus spoke to those who unfairly judge others, he said in Matthew 7:5, “… First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”   What do I allow myself to dol?  Paul said in Romans 14:22(KJV), “Happy is he that condemneth not himself in that thing which he alloweth” Where the KJV uses the word “alloweth”, the NKJV says “approve”  We must not condemn ourselves by what we approve of.     Each one of us has to decide what we will allow in our own life.  There are God-given laws to follow, but many are written in principles that must be applied to our daily life.  One might allow himself to frequent places that have many sinful activities going on, arguing, “Well, I am not participating in them.”  But how many times are men drawn into sin by their circumstances.  We need to be careful what we allow, because it might take root in our own life and grow far beyond our intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we do control what goes on in the church as far as men’s behavior is concerned.  Yes, all sin, but repentance and confession is required for forgiveness.  Some continue in public sin with the church being silent.  Paul asked the church at Corinth a question that we need to ponder, “Do you not know that a little leaven leavens the whole lump?”(1 Cor. 5:6).  They may not have realized it, but their silence was encouraging the sinful behavior to continue.  Some things should not be allowed in the church.&lt;br /&gt; But the first thing that I thought of when reading this phrase was parenting.  Many parents are not willing to accept responsibility for their children’s actions, saying, “I can’t control what they do.”  Of course when children are grown and away from home this is true.  But while children are minors and living at home, we are not only morally but legally responsible for what they do.  And make no mistake, “What we allow, we encourage.”  That is why it is such a mistake for fearful parents to provide birth control to children who have sex out of wedlock. If “Mom’s ok with it,” then it will surely happen.   The same is true with other sinful behavior.  Instead of talking with our children, teaching them, disciplining them as needed, many parents have “allowed” and encouraged their children to get into trouble by their lack of action. &lt;br /&gt; Consider some similar phrases: &lt;br /&gt;“What we praise, we encourage”-  This can be used in both a good and a bad way.  We should always praise the good and rebuke the bad.  Sometimes it is the other way around. &lt;br /&gt;“What we laugh at, we encourage”- This is especially important in little children.  Yes, they are cute, but our laughter can encourage unacceptable behavior. Adults respond to this as well.  Heard any dirty jokes lately?  Careful what you laugh at. &lt;br /&gt;“What we reward, we encourage”-  Have you  seen a child pitching a fit and any adult  give them  a toy  to try to get him to stop.  Rewarding bad behavior encourages it.  Let’s be careful what we encourage. David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7626060952867695453?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7626060952867695453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-we-allow-we-encourage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7626060952867695453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7626060952867695453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-we-allow-we-encourage.html' title='&quot;What We Allow, We Encourage&quot;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2550837437237386777</id><published>2007-09-04T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:45:09.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polishing The Pulpit</title><content type='html'>It was hard for me to believe that it had been this long since I posted something. I used almost every spare minute last week going to Polishing The Pulpit at the BJCC. In case you are unfamiliar, this program was put together Allen Webster of the Jacksonville Church of Christ. He is the one who does such a wonderful work with House To House/Heart To Heart. It started out being mainly for preachers, but has expanded far beyond that with classes for elders, ladies, youth workers, etc. I have attended several different lectureships/seminars that were good but I think it was the best series that I've been to. If you know me, you know that the abstract has little appeal to me- keep it simple and practical. Though there were some of the "best of the best" speakers, it was practical from beginning to end. This was my first time to go, but I hope it won't be the last. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the most memorable  speaker to me was Bro. George Bailey. I have heard him preach a few times before, but at age 85 he is remarkable. Oh, if I could just preach one sermon like him, without a bumble or wasted word.  Marvelous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2550837437237386777?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2550837437237386777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/polishing-pulpit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2550837437237386777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2550837437237386777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/polishing-pulpit.html' title='Polishing The Pulpit'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6193035599541947443</id><published>2007-08-24T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:26:27.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ability, Responsibility, and Accountability</title><content type='html'>One of the recent college football scandals caused a trememdous response on a local talk radio show.  Many comments were made, but those of a young Marine stood out. His comment was pointed, “One thing I learned as a young Marine was accountability.  There is a vast difference between responsibility and accountability. I was accountable to my fellow soldiers, my sergeant, and my country.” Wow!  This young man said more in a few sentences than the other callers and hosts had said in hours. Can you imagine what kind of team you would have if every member took this to heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We all have &lt;strong&gt;ability &lt;/strong&gt;that is God given.  One famous self-promoter describes himself with the phrase, “Talent on loan from God.”  You can be the judge of whether he has much or not, but we all have “talent on loan from God,” – i.e. ability. Some have more than others.  The parable of the talents shows this with an illustration of three men.  One had one talent, another two and still another, five (Matthew  25:15). Each one was given goods “to each according to his own ability.”(vs.15). While some wrongly boast of their ability, we should all be realistic and admit our abilities.  Too many are like the one talent man, hiding the talent that he was given (Matthew 25:18).  Fear of failure is no good excuse for one not using the ability that God has given.  &lt;em&gt;Under the guise of humility, some fail miserably in using their ability.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Each of these men was given a &lt;strong&gt;responsibility&lt;/strong&gt; in keeping with their ability.  They were stewards and thus responsible for taking the master’s money and using it to produce what they could. &lt;em&gt;Responsibility always comes with ability.&lt;/em&gt; Notice our Lord’s statement in Luke 12:48, “But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes. For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required: and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more.”  In the home, the church, and society, we are responsible for doing our part. This was shown pointedly to the early church regarding their responsibility to give of their means, “Upon the first day of the week let every one of you lay by him in store, as God hath prospered him” (1 Cor. 16:2). The results of this  principle put into practice is shown in 2 Cor. 8:15, “As it is written, He that had gathered much had nothing over; and he that had gathered little had no lack.”  When all accept their responsibility, the need is always met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the part that is often left out in this is &lt;strong&gt;accountability.&lt;/strong&gt;  Joseph realized his accountability when he refused to lie with his Masters wife, saying, “…Look, my master does not know what is with me in the house, and he has committed all that he has to my hand. 9There is no one greater in this house than I, nor has he kept back anything from me but you, because you are his wife. How then can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?”  He was accountable to his master who had put him in a place of great responsibility.  We are accountable to our fellow man for our actions toward him.   But above that, we are accountable to the almighty God who made us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One does not have to admit his ability and can put all of the work on others. He may not take his responsibilities seriously.   He can even deny responsibility toward his wife and children, his brethren, and live a carefree life.  But being unwilling to be accountable will not prevent us from facing the ultimate and final act of accountability- Paul said, “So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.”  (Romans 14:12).&lt;br /&gt;David Courington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6193035599541947443?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6193035599541947443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/ability-responsibility-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6193035599541947443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6193035599541947443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/ability-responsibility-and.html' title='Ability, Responsibility, and Accountability'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7877518603311639334</id><published>2007-08-22T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:42:41.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simeon Castille- Good Christian?</title><content type='html'>Why me?  That seemed to sum up Simeon Castille's sentiments regarding his early morning arrest for disorderly conduct.  According to an article on Al.com yesterday detailing what was in the police report,  Castille was  loudly cursing some people in an SUV, had traffic backed up with a crowd of about 200 looking on, and alcohol was involved. Yes, that's why you were arrested.  &lt;br /&gt;      Ho-hum-  Just what college kids do.  Well, maybe, but not what "good Christian"s do(that is what  his supportive teammate, John Parker Wilson called him while defending him.) Hmm- seems like I have heard of Mr. Wilson being arrested himself for DUI or something.  No, I am not suggesting that Mr. Castille has yet reached the level of Michael Vick(as far as I know there were no dogs involved).  But his behavior was anything but "good Christian" behavior.  Paul said, "Now the works of the flesh are evident, which are: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lewdness, 20idolatry, sorcery, hatred, contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, dissensions, heresies, 21envy, murders, drunkenness, revelries, and the like; of which I tell you beforehand, just as I also told you in time past, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God."(Galatians 5:19-21).&lt;br /&gt;   Your character is not what your drinking buddies say about you.  It is what your actions prove you to be. And make no mistake about it, character does count, at least in God's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7877518603311639334?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7877518603311639334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/simeon-castille-good-christian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7877518603311639334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7877518603311639334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/simeon-castille-good-christian.html' title='Simeon Castille- Good Christian?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1508575206513327495</id><published>2007-08-16T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:37:58.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things- No. 26-35</title><content type='html'>26. I love cold weather.  9 straight days over 100 has made me realize this. &lt;br /&gt;27. Susan and I have 9 acres of land at our house, but only use a very small portion. One day I hope to  clear some and build a large pond.&lt;br /&gt;28. I got my name in the "Soup Pot" in first grade for talking. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;29. I am in my 30th year at Sylvan Springs(Maytown).  What great folks to put up with me this long. &lt;br /&gt;30. I'ver been thinking a lot about that new grandbaby(Lila if the ultrasound prediction was accurate.)  She is due in October&lt;br /&gt;31. My all-time favorite Bible teacher was Franklin Camp. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;32. My favorite instrumental music is bluegrass. &lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite verse of scripture is 1 Cor. 10:13.&lt;br /&gt;35. I can't stand raw cucumbers but I really like fried pickles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1508575206513327495?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1508575206513327495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-things-no-26.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1508575206513327495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1508575206513327495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-things-no-26.html' title='100 Things- No. 26-35'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6065741151208960552</id><published>2007-08-12T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:30:02.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CareTaker To CareGiver</title><content type='html'>You stand at bat ready to hit the fast balls, and life throws you a curve. That is life. I have anticipated many things that would happen to me in life- I knew when very young I wanted to get married, I wanted to be a father, and I knew the kids would leave home and I wanted to have grandkids. Though you prepare for these things, you get a few curves along the way. But I wonder if anyone prepares for the time when they go from "careTaker" to "careGiver". Being a "Caretaker" is when you take the care that you parents give you. My parents were marvelous at this. My Mom(Betty) was the greatest. I never lacked anything in the way of having an attentive mother. From simple care(food, clothing, shelter) to the deep love only a mother can show(always knowing she cared for me and loved me and she was and is my number one fan. Dad(Wayne) was a wonderful provider. The short framed steelworker with the green fireproof suit(They called him "Stump" at U.S. Steel where he was a "scarfer") was larger in my mind that in real life. Yes, he provided a good living for the family and when Mom was sick, we were never neglected. Both Mom and Dad were the finest of Christians. Dad was an elder in the church at Parrish and truly was of good report of those without(1 Tim 3:7)and within. I started life with a great reputation(undeserved) because of them. People today often tell me how good they have been to them, and I know it is true. They stuck with me through the teens, paid for my college and helped  Susan and I in the early married years.  I'll always remember how close our budget was that first couple of years of marriage and Mom and Dad(without being asked) paying off the loan we had taken out for our furniture.  Boy was that a help.  Yes, they were the care givers, above and beyond the call of duty. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am trying to do a good job of what the Bible commands, repaying my parents(1 Tim. 5:4). This job of being a "careGiver"in the traditional sense of the term is not one I was prepared for. Dad now has late stage Alzheimer's(He was diagnosed nearly 8 years ago) and is in Cherry Hill Healthcare. He is actually doing quit well and better than I thought he could be 9 months ago when he was moved there. Mom is spending most of her time with us and she is doing quite well for her(She has suffered from severe depression off and on since I was very young.) She is getting a bit feeble. Today at lunch I was parking the car, having let her and Susan out near the door. Susan had already gone in and a man was setting with Mom on a bench outside trying to help her. She had fallen over the parking lot bumpers(they always stick out). Thankfully nothing was broken and she wasn't hurt badly. She did have a bruised knee, a cut on the other knee that was bleeding and another cut on her elbow. Long ago I started carrying a bandaid in my "George Costanza" billfold. I have given out so many bandaids! Today I luckily had 2 "Superman" bandaids- yes, Mom was always one of my super heroes. After cutting the hole in Mom's hose slightly larger so the bandaid could go on her knee, I found that it was just right for the small wound. She was able to go in and eat and is fine so far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a caregiver. In the course of the last few years, I have not only prepared medicine, put on bandaids, given baths to Dad, made no telling how many trips to doctors, etc. I know I haven't done nearly as much as some have to, but  I won't tell you that the journey from "Caretaker" to "Care Giver" has been easy. Furthermore,  I have no idea what is ahead. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I do have a few bits of advice that might help you other "caregivers" out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God will not put on you more than you can bear. There have been a times when I was very frustrated because I did not know how to proceed, but every time I have thought I was in a corner, with no way out, God has provided a way. (God Provides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a good attitude yourself always helps. I have had to give myself many attitude adjustments along the way, and I am sure I will have to again, but the more you allow yourself to feel sorry for yourself, lash out at others for your troubles, and whine, the worse you feel and the less you can accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Appreciate the little things that are good in  your situation. For example, 10 months ago Dad and Mom both fell. Mother recovered quickly but Dad was much worse that he had been for several months. He was overmedicated and now, as I said earlier, he is better. When we have walked  in the door at the nursing home for the last month or so, he has had the biggest smile. No, he can't call anyone's name anymore, and often can hardly make a sentence(Addi broke our heart one day by saying, "You know Papa usted to know my name," but he can still smile. I have been told that one of the hardest things for families to take is that many Alzheimer's patients lose the ability to smile. Dad may too, but I am glad he has it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take some time away from the situation occasionally. A recent vacation was so refreshing and sometimes a night out with Susan alone is the best of medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take time to be thankful everyday that you don't have to face life's curves alone. If not for a wonderful wife and above all, a marvelous God who is so good, none of us could make it. (I love to hear Levi sing "God is so Good.")  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't be afraid to cry. Like most men, I try to do all of that in private, but sometimes it is a great release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't forget to pray. God understands when no one else does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Think occasionally about what your parents did for you. There is no way that I could every fully repay them for the care they gave me. I will always be in debt and if by some chance, I live long enough to repay them- I will still owe God so much for every day, every breath, that he has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Seek expert advice from doctors, financial experts, social workers, and especially from those who have already travelled the road you are taking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write some more later on this. Actually, I have thought of it several times, but this is the first time I have been able to bring myself to do it. May God bless all of those who are in transition from "Caretaker" To "Caregiver". DC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6065741151208960552?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6065741151208960552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/caretaker-to-caregiver.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6065741151208960552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6065741151208960552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/caretaker-to-caregiver.html' title='CareTaker To CareGiver'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2381152299974478806</id><published>2007-08-11T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:58:30.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things- No. 7-25</title><content type='html'>7. I like my son in law Paul very much in spite of the fact that Kim found him on the internet and that he likes to criticize my blog.(Now this is 3 of 7 that are about Paul, but he is such a remarkable fellow!)&lt;br /&gt;8. I love being a gospel preacher.&lt;br /&gt;9. I really love the folks at Sylvan Springs- they are really family, not just in word. &lt;br /&gt;10. The Fish Market(Original) is my favorite restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;11. The Fish Market(Gadsden) is my next favorite.(Or maybe Top of the River)&lt;br /&gt;12. I like teaching adults, but my favorite is teaching teens- potential, potential, potential!&lt;br /&gt;13. I especially like it when they get it and you can see it in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;14. My goal is to finish these 100 things before next year.&lt;br /&gt;15. Indian Creek Youth Camp is a very special place to me- so many good memories and so much to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;16. This year was my 35th year to go to ICYC. I started in 1972 and missed one summer.&lt;br /&gt;17. My least favorite people are those who point out problems but never solutions, at least not solutions that involve them working.&lt;br /&gt;18. My favorite people are those who say "We need to..." and "I want to start working on it now."&lt;br /&gt;19. I really want to revisit Tobago some day.&lt;br /&gt;20. One of my best experiences as a teen was singing with the Anchors(We need to get together again)&lt;br /&gt;21. Going to ACC-now Faulkner U. was a marvelous experience. &lt;br /&gt;22. I met my wife and best friend for life at Faulkner and I was ga ga over her when we started dating.&lt;br /&gt;23. Still am.&lt;br /&gt;24. Going to Freed Hardeman was equally wonderful.  I had some fantastic teachers at both places.&lt;br /&gt;25. Wow. I am glad that I only have 75 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2381152299974478806?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2381152299974478806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-thing-no-7-25.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2381152299974478806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2381152299974478806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-thing-no-7-25.html' title='100 Things- No. 7-25'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-400648313132985596</id><published>2007-07-24T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:03:05.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Bird</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have no bear tales to tell but it was great to be in mountains on vacation for a week. I think this it first time we have ever stayed for a full 7 days. Ate way too much good food and had lots of fun. We did see lots of deer(2 big bucks) and a few turkey in Cades Cove. We also had a very pretty red bird that pecked on our window each morning(I think to try to eat a couple of dead wasp that were on the window sill.) That crazy bird would almost knock itself silly, time and again, hitting the window. The amazing thing it is that it kept coming back, again and again, though the results were the same.&lt;br /&gt;    Have you ever thought about how much like that bird we are. We often fail to learn from our mistakes. I was talking to a lady recently who had been abused by her husband and put out of her house. She was disabled and told me that the reason was  that her first husband had shot her 5 times. Apparently, she married the same kind of guy the second time around.  I believe that this is one of the reasons that God made the criteria for remarriage so strict(See Matt. 19:1-9).  Often the same mistakes are made over and again, with tragedy multiplied, not only in the lives of the parties involved, but especially their children.&lt;br /&gt;    The Bible speaks of the woes of drinking intoxicating beverages in Proverbs 23:29-35. In that last verse it paints a true picture of those who are slaves to alcohol saying, "When shall I awake, that I may seek another drink?” No matter how badly one is hurt, he goes after the same old elixir.&lt;br /&gt;    It is good that we can repent and find God's forgiveness more than one time. His love is so generous to take us back again and again. But we must be both patient and persistent in ridding our lives of the sins of the past. &lt;br /&gt;    By humbly seeking God and sincerely going to His word, we can grow and avoid making the same mistakes over and over again.  David said, "Thy word have I hid in my heart, that I might not sin against thee."  (Psa. 119:11) &lt;br /&gt;     Remember the red bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-400648313132985596?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/400648313132985596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-bird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/400648313132985596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/400648313132985596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-bird.html' title='Crazy Bird'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8818222448462163214</id><published>2007-07-13T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:50:21.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 6</title><content type='html'>6. I already knew about Paul and the cow poop and it is funny each time I hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8818222448462163214?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8818222448462163214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/number-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8818222448462163214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8818222448462163214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/number-6.html' title='Number 6'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-6718183774649832921</id><published>2007-07-13T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:48:41.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things</title><content type='html'>You have to be kidding.  Maybe I may complete this in a year or 2, but here are 5. &lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have much patience with people saying a lot, when they only have a little to say(especially preachers).&lt;br /&gt;2. I did enjoy the one on Paul's list about him wetting the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate teeth problems, especially root canals,  and have had more than my share.&lt;br /&gt;4. I really have too much to do this afternoon to even be listing these 5 things. &lt;br /&gt;5. I love all of my family and friends who read this blog and I hope you have a wonderful day. &lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-6718183774649832921?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6718183774649832921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/100-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6718183774649832921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/6718183774649832921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/100-things.html' title='100 Things'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1269130551507155097</id><published>2007-07-11T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:48:51.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and "Please Call Me By Name"</title><content type='html'>Wow, It is hard to believe it has been nearly 4 weeks since I posted anything here.  It has been so long, perhaps there is no one out there to update. Anyway, if you are a preacher you will understand that after camp week was a week with speaking at 2 VBS's, and since then a holiday week, and now a week before vacation where I have 3 extra lessons to prepare before vacation week.  Anyway, you preachers out there understand, if you are still out there. &lt;br /&gt;    Things are going quite well, actually. I am going to cheat a bit and include a great article that my dear Susan wrote for her blog.  It is comforting to know that not only does the God of heaven and earth, the creator of the universe, know us by name- but he knows how many hairs we have on our head.(Mt.10:30). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Call Me By Name&lt;br /&gt;In February, when we attended the Freed Hardeman lectures, we attended church on Wednesday night at the Estes congregation. Tom Holland always speaks on Wednesday night, and it is always a treat. When they made their announcements, it was announced that one of the members had just been diagnosed with colon cancer. I could tell it was someone who was a faithful, active member, simply by the way the announcement was made. As we were exiting the building, there was a lady standing in the back. Everyone was crowded around her. She looked to be about 50 years old, and she was crying. I could tell by the conversation that I was hearing that she was the lady in the announcement. Everyone seemed so concerned. One man stated- “We are praying for you.” The lady kindly replied, “Thank you. Please, call me by name when you pray! I don’t need generic prayers right now.” In other words, she did not want to be clumped with all of the other sick- she wanted her name brought before the throne of God. She wanted God to know that people were praying specifically for her. I don’t know the lady, or her outcome, but I do know that she understood that prayer is powerful. Will you help me as we pray for this people- and call them by name?&lt;br /&gt;Melody Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;Chandler Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;Denese Billitz&lt;br /&gt;Phillip Hammock&lt;br /&gt;Chad Vernon&lt;br /&gt;Bayley Maddox&lt;br /&gt;Teale Yielding and Baby&lt;br /&gt;Betty Garrison&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Courington&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Barnes&lt;br /&gt;Eva Gaither&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to add others to this list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1269130551507155097?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1269130551507155097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-and-please-call-me-by-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1269130551507155097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1269130551507155097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-and-please-call-me-by-name.html' title='Update and &quot;Please Call Me By Name&quot;'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-7435250380974113156</id><published>2007-06-18T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:48:46.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi From ICYC</title><content type='html'>I didn't think that I would have time to write a blog note from camp, but here I am on Monday with a great staff and a good bunch of kids writing from good old Indian Creek Youth Camp. We have a group of 110 this week, which is a great size, though we would always love to have one more.  No, the green ghost usually doesn't come anymore, but camp has lots of new traditions and it is great fun each year. New friends, old acquaintances, and a great time to recharge your spiritual batteries.  There is not much news to tell yet, but I am sure there will be some blogworthy things that I will try to write about later.  Happy camping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-7435250380974113156?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7435250380974113156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-from-icyc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7435250380974113156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/7435250380974113156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-from-icyc.html' title='Hi From ICYC'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5040545928638482482</id><published>2007-06-15T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:34:36.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>Susan had a conference in Destin this week and I went along for a short vacation. It was great- weather, food, accomodations, etc.  I went deep sea fishing on Monday and had great fun.  Caught bunches of fish, but unlike most others on the boat, most of mine were small and had to be thrown back.  Snapper have a 16 inch limit and I caught a bunch about 14 inches.  Well, anyway. Next week is camp week at Indian Creek and I know it will be great. I have been working on lessons today.  Paul(Kelsey) put together our class book and it looks like a great study on Example.  While on that subject, maybe you would like to read my bulletin article for this week.  Here it is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When In Rome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;David Courington&lt;br /&gt;“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”  That may be good advice when it comes adapting to many customs of a foreign land.  One hardly wants to drive on the right side of the road when everyone else is driving on the left.  &lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to our having Christ-like behavior, we need to be cautious.  The Bible warns us that Christians and the world do not have much in common when it comes to morality.  Paul said,  “Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness? 15 And what concord hath Christ with Belial? or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel? 16 And what agreement hath the temple of God with idols? for ye are the temple of the living God; as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. 17 Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you,”(2 Cor 6:14-17).   Paul also warned of allowing evil companions to corrupt us, saying,   “Do not be deceived: "Evil company corrupts good habits."(1 Cor 15:33) (NKJV).&lt;br /&gt; The world that we live in  has its way of doing things.  Some people do not know what it is like not to drink alcoholic beverages.  They have learned that way of life from their youth at home.   If you speak of drunkenness as being sinful (See Gal 5:19-21), they will likely, first, look at you funny, and then either laugh at you or ridicule you.  It is not their way to leave alcohol alone.  That’s the way it is in “Rome!” &lt;br /&gt; But you are a child of light, not darkness.  Paul warned the Thessalonians, “Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day: we are not of the night, nor of darkness.”(1 Thess 5:5).  When the “Romans” drink or curse or cheat in their worldly, customary way, you and I must be reminded that we are not “Romans”.&lt;br /&gt;When you dress, you should dress as a Christian, not a “Roman.”  Last Sunday night in Destin while we were waiting for church to start a family came in and sat down in front of us with 4 teenage girls.  They were dressed properly and of course my thought was, “Here are some folks who have their priorities right. Even though they are in a place where hardly anyone seems to think about God, they are remembering Him by coming to church on Sunday night.”  Then the girls started to look at pictures on their digital camera(again before the service started).  Their “itsy bitsy, teensy, weensy bikinis” looked like anything but the dress of  modesty, shamefacedness, and sobriety, with which Christians are to cover themselves. (See 1 Tim. 2:9-10).  No, I doubt that anyone on the beach would think it was anything out of the ordinary, but remember, what is ordinary for the world, is not always what is right for the child of God.  We are light, not darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Next time you go to “Rome”, will you do as the “Romans” or as the Christians?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5040545928638482482?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5040545928638482482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5040545928638482482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5040545928638482482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-1311147235690950333</id><published>2007-06-05T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:38:32.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ned The Neighbor</title><content type='html'>For a picture of Ned aka Josh, check out Katie's blog at&lt;br /&gt;http://www.katiebug1023.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-1311147235690950333?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1311147235690950333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/ned-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1311147235690950333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/1311147235690950333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/ned-neighbor.html' title='Ned The Neighbor'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-8000407392343328714</id><published>2007-06-05T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:20:50.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS Week/Camp Week- Retirement?</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been so long posting, but it is crunch time for VBS and Camp.  This week is our VBS at Sylvan Springs.  We had a good start of 125 Sunday night and 105 on Monday.  Do you start your VBS on Monday night?  Sunday works better for us. It is usually one of the largest nights in attendance.  We are studying neighbors and a highlight has been Ned the Neighbor visiting each night. He is quite an interesting neighbor with his unusual looks and Bible insights. I am enjoying teaching the teens this time.  They are a great group and very good to participate in class.  In a few years I am going to retire from pulpit preaching and become a youth minister where I can really have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;   June 17 starts my camp week at Indian Creek Youth camp so today I am printing schedules, letters to parents, certificates.  A lot of work goes into a camp week. This year I have tried to spread some of it out a bit and have some great guys helping me.  Daniel C called and is working on our sports schdule.  Paul K has worked hard to get our class material, teachers and speakers arranged. Clay C is in charge of night activities.  I talked to Becky P. yesterday and she is working on crafts.  Susan C. went to a cooks meeting a couple of weeks ago. I know the food will be too good, as we have come to expect. This is just some the things that have to be done.  Why do we do it year after year for no pay and some degree of aggravation?  Because we love the Lord, the kids, and the camp.  My target date for retiring as a camp director is 2025. Lord willing, that is the year I will turn 70 and I hope to be just a camper that year. But I could change my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-8000407392343328714?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8000407392343328714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/vbs-weekcamp-week-retirement.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8000407392343328714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/8000407392343328714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/vbs-weekcamp-week-retirement.html' title='VBS Week/Camp Week- Retirement?'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-5992839947518512094</id><published>2007-05-23T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:40:39.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preachers and Powerpoint</title><content type='html'>My wife passed this on to me and I completely agree.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johnson's Fourth Law of Presentations: PowerPoint doesn't bore people. People bore people"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-5992839947518512094?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5992839947518512094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/05/preachers-and-powerpoint.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5992839947518512094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/5992839947518512094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/05/preachers-and-powerpoint.html' title='Preachers and Powerpoint'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33627220.post-2790699557617625485</id><published>2007-05-15T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:55:12.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Top Ten</title><content type='html'>Love’s Top Ten&lt;br /&gt;Love is the greatest of all of God’s laws.(Mt. 22:36-38)&lt;br /&gt;Love is the crowning touch of the Christian graces.(2 Pet. 1:5-8)&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most permanent of all of God’s commands.(1Cor. 13:13).&lt;br /&gt;Love is the heart of the golden text of the Bible.(John 3:16).&lt;br /&gt;Love is the first sign of one’s being spiritual.(Gal. 5:22).&lt;br /&gt;Love is what we must be grounded in if Christ is to live in us.(Ep. 3:17).&lt;br /&gt;Love is the glue that holds us together and makes us a complete Christian.(Col. 3:14).&lt;br /&gt;Love is the outward sign by which others can tell that we are Christians.(John 13:35).&lt;br /&gt;Love is a key to Christian growth.(Ep. 4:16).&lt;br /&gt;God is love.(1 John 4:16). &lt;br /&gt;by David Courington(5/14/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- To all of my family, friends, and God's children who read this blog, I love you.  David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33627220-2790699557617625485?l=fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2790699557617625485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/05/loves-top-ten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2790699557617625485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33627220/posts/default/2790699557617625485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcalmtochaos.blogspot.com/2007/05/loves-top-ten.html' title='Love&apos;s Top Ten'/><author><name>David Courington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213954696641770998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vu63XBDR024/SZemkQ4JuMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XJsC9sIxQBk/S220/DSC_0501.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
