<?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-559330816937401451</id><updated>2011-07-30T05:59:36.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orrsleyland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-7571663988134550148</id><published>2010-10-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:55:13.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 years of service!</title><content type='html'>Matt Orr: 40-Year Service Award Recipient&lt;br /&gt;By Sarah Theule › Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at a young age that Matt Orr began developing discipline and a strong work ethic. At ten years old, he was operating a farm tractor between eight and twelve hours a day out on the Pueblo, Colorado, ranch where he was raised. He also enjoyed riding horses on the ranch, and to this day, he still likes to do yard work, acknowledging that some of the “farm boy” must still be in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orr was offered a full athletic scholarship to Adam’s State College in Colorado for wrestling and football. However, his mother had heard the “Biola hour” radio broadcast and from that point on urged him to consider coming to Biola. As a freshman at Biola he met his wife, Patricia Florence. They married in 1968, and that same year, he committed his life to serving Christ (specifically through coaching as a ministry). He graduated with a B.S. in Physical Education in 1969 and began his coaching career as Assistant Coach of the Biola wrestling team. In 1971, he also began coaching the men’s soccer team as Assistant Coach. The team took second place in the Christian Nationals that year. In 1978, Orr became the director of the summer swimming program (1978-1994). He earned a master’s degree in physical education from California State University, Fullerton (1980), and was appointed Assistant Professor in 1982 while continuing to coach. In 1986, both teams won the National Championship, and shortly after, the “Biolan” was dedicated to Coach Orr and his family for taking those two sports to Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what has driven him to succeed in his work, Coach Orr was firm in his response, “Purpose, passion, and commitment.” He has coached at Biola for 32 years, three years as assistant coach, 14 years as head wrestling coach, and 15 years as head soccer coach, and has seen more than his fair share of success for one person. Coach Orr holds the record for the most wins in Biola soccer history (140) and the most games coached at Biola (302). He has been selected “Coach of the Year” eight times, and in addition to coaching the 1986 National Championship team, Orr was selected the NCCAA “National Coach of the Year” in 1980, 1984, 1985, and 1998. He was also named the “All-Far West Coach of the Year.” Throughout his wrestling career, he coached 17 NAIA All-Americans and 26 NCCAA All-Americans (16 National champions), five being honored with outstanding “Wrestler of the Year” awards. In his soccer career, Orr coached nine NAIA All-Americans and 12 NAIA Scholar-Athlete All-Americans. His teams received the GSAC “Sportsmanship Award” in 1994, 1996, and 1997. &lt;br /&gt;Orr is most pleased with the legacy of implementing his “Total Release” discipleship ministry using sports. “It is a new biblical way to approach sports and a love offering” based on Colossians 3: “Whatever you do, do your work heartily for the Lord rather than for men.” Orr believes “all self-satisfying motivations in sports eventually have a sell-out point based on one’s circumstances. But with God, we purify our motives as we invest our competitive talents, and experience the joy of the Master.” He emphasizes putting off the things of the world and “disciplining oneself for godliness.” He encourages his athletes to develop “focal points” by saturating their minds with the Word of God. His athletes read the Proverbs every day, and this starts a basic relationship with the Lord. Matt places scripture all around his own office to keep his focus on the right things, and believes the key to living a life of godliness (and success) is to “get disciplined in life.” One of his favorite quotes is from American football coach and broadcaster, Jimmy Johnson, who stated, “The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, Orr was awarded “Father of the Year” by the California Department of Social Services. “Athletics was a bridge to impact the community,” recalls Orr. “There is nothing as rich as having faithful athletes who are also very committed fathers.” The Orrs have two daughters, Elizabeth and Kathryn, both of whom are accomplished musicians. Their two older sons, Ben and Joe, have played soccer under the direction of their father. Joe is currently a math adjunct professor at Biola. Ben is a three-time NAIA All-American in soccer and was GSAC “Player of the Year” in baseball in 1998. He also signed as a free-agent with the Chicago Cubs and is presently in sports ministry with FCA Baseball Ministries. Their youngest son, Sam, was an eight-round Major League baseball draft pick, signing with the Philadelphia Phillies. Orr has five grandchildren with four more on the way. “I want my grandkids to meet the Lord. I spend three hours a day with them, telling them stories about the Lord, and I’m famous for birdie walks.” During these walks he sings to his grandkids and tells them stories about their grandparents and great-grandparents. He also tells them “how God made them special gifts to their parents.” Whenever he can, he spends time praying at Creek Park run. “My ministry has shifted to a ministry of prayer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orr’s coaching days finished eight years ago, but he still teaches a number of general education courses. “I have a heart to change the lives of the 200 or more students I interact with on a daily basis.” Ministering to students has always been important to the Orr family. For years they opened their home every Thursday night for Biola students to engage in Bible study and a time of fellowship. He admires Patricia for supporting the ministry and recognizes he “would not have had a ministry if it were not for her.” He was quick to praise her for being “an awesome wife, mother, and grandmother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic about the spiritual emphasis that continues to be strong at Biola, especially within the Apologetics Department, Orr commented, “We really need that emphasis since we need to be able to defend our faith.” He continued, “I am also pleased about the new business building. It is a great addition. Moral character is really needed in business.” The family man, coach, athlete, and teacher models himself after men of strong moral character, such as Jim Elliot, who prayed, “Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-7571663988134550148?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/7571663988134550148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=7571663988134550148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7571663988134550148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7571663988134550148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2010/10/40-years-of-service.html' title='40 years of service!'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-8213721925114993544</id><published>2009-11-26T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:28:55.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving (09)</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for Friends! (Clay Balls)  I'm Learning to be thankful for Thorns! (God did it with Nails)&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for Marriage! especially for the special women God put in my life! (God's letter to A Women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/patriciaorr/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;285&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;1627&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;13&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;3&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;1998&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clay Balls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A man was exploring caves by the seashore.. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a treasure in each one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with each of you. Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/patriciaorr/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;912&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;5204&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;43&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;10&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;6390&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THORNS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sandra felt as low as the heels of her shoes when she pulled open the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;florist shop door, against a November gust of wind. Her life had been as&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sweet as a spring breeze and then, in the fourth month of her second&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pregnancy, a "minor" automobile accident stole her joy . This was&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanksgiving week and the time she should have delivered their infant&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;son. She grieved over their loss.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Troubles had multiplied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her husband's company "threatened" to transfer his job to a new&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;location. Her sister had called to say that she could not come for her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;long awaited holiday visit. What's worse, Sandra 's friend suggested&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that Sandra 's grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;her to empathize with others who suffer. "She has no idea what I'm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;feeling," thought Sandra with a shudder "Thanksgiving? Thankful for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;what?" she wondered.. "For a careless driver whose truck was hardly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;scratched when he rear-ended me? For an airbag that saved my life, but&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;took my child's?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Good afternoon, can I help you?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sandra was startled by the approach of the shop clerk. "I . . . I need&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;an arrangement," stammered Sandra .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"For Thanksgiving? I'm convinced that flowers tell stories, " she&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;continued.. "Are you looking for something that conveys 'gratitude' this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanksgiving?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Not exactly !" Sandra blurted out. "In the last five months, everything&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that could go wrong has gone wrong."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the clerk said, "I&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;have the perfect arrangement for you."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the bell on the door rang, and the clerk greeted the new&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;customer....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Hi, Barbara, let me get your order." She excused herself and walked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;back to a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;arrangement of greenery, bows, and what appeared to be long-stemmed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;thorny roses. Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;there were no flowers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Do you want these in a box?" asked the clerk. Sandra watched - was this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a joke? Who would want rose stems with no flowers! She waited for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;laughter, but neither woman laughed..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Yes, please," Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. "You'd think&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;after three years of getting the special, I wouldn't be so moved by it's&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again," she said,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as she gently tapped her chest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sandra stammered, "Ah, that lady just left with . . . uh . . . she left&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;with no flowers!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"That's right," said the clerk. "I cut off the flowers. That's the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;'Special'. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet. Barbara came into&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the shop three years ago, feeling much as you do today," explained the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;clerk. "She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;just lost her father; the family business was failing; her son had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;gotten into drugs; and she was facing major surgery. That same year I&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;had lost my husband," continued the clerk. "For the first time in my&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;life, I had to spend the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no family nearby, and too much debt to allow any travel."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"So what did you do?" asked Sandra .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I learned to be thankful for thorns," answered the clerk quietly. "I've&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;always thanked God for the good things in my life and I never questioned&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him why those good things happened to me, but when the bad stuff hit, I&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;cried out, 'Why? Why me?!' It took time for me to learn that the dark&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;times are important to our faith ! I have always enjoyed the 'flowers'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;of my life, but it took the thorns to show me the beauty of God's&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;comfort! You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sandra sucked in her breath, as she thought about what her friend had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tried to tell her. "I guess the truth is I don't want comfort. I've lost&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a baby and I'm angry with God."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just then someone else walked in the shop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Hey, Phil !" the clerk greeted the balding, rotund man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement . . twelve&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;thorny, long-stemmed stems!" laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tissue wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Those are for your wife?" asked Sandra incredulously. "Do you mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;telling me why she wants a bouquet that looks like that?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Four years ago, my wife and I nearly divorced," Phil replied. "After&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord's grace and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;guidance, we trudged through problem after problem, the Lord rescued our&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to remind her of what she had learned from "thorny" times. That was good&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;label each one for a specific "problem" and give thanks for what that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;problem taught us."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra , "I highly recommend the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Special !"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life" Sandra&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;said to the clerk. "It's all too ..... fresh."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Well," the clerk replied carefully, "my experience has shown me that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the thorns make the roses more precious. We treasure God's providential&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember that it was a&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love....Don't&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;resent the thorns."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tears rolled down Sandra 's cheeks. For the first time since the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;accident, she loosened her grip on her resentment. "I'll take those&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;twelve long-stemmed thorns, please," she managed to choke out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I hoped you would," said the clerk gently. "I'll have them ready in a&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;minute."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Thank you. What do I owe you?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Nothing. Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart...The&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;first year's arrangement is always on me."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra . "I'll attach this card to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It read: "My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns. Show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;brilliant."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Praise Him for the roses; thank Him for the thorns.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God Bless you. Be thankful for all that the Lord does for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly, and leave the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;rest to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/patriciaorr/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;387&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;2211&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;18&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;4&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;2715&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God’s Letter to A Women&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I created man, I found him and breathed life into his nostrils.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone, I shaped you...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The ribcage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Support man as the rib cage supports the body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are my perfect angel.. You are my beautiful little girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your eyes... don't change them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your lips, how lovely when they part in prayer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands so gentle to touch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've held your heart close to mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adam walks with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you; my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are special because you are an extension of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man represents my image, woman my emotions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Together, you represent the totality of God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So man... treat woman well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woman, support man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness, show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Send this to the wonderful women you know and bless their day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Send this to the men you know too. It's a good reminder for them!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-8213721925114993544?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/8213721925114993544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=8213721925114993544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/8213721925114993544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/8213721925114993544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-09.html' title='Thanksgiving (09)'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-2741120325577455458</id><published>2009-01-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:08:52.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No little people, no little jobs, no little places</title><content type='html'>To graduate from college, a student must take somewhere between 140 to 160 units of study.   I teach probably the most unimportant of the required general education requirements, which is four units or classes of  PE.  When you are paying $25,000 plus a year or $1000 a unit, students question the importance of this requirement.  Many students put the PE requirement off until their last few semesters, so many times I face the attitudes of just getting it out of the way and always expecting an A grade.  I usually try to ignore these attitudes, and teach with PURPOSE, PASSION and COMMITMENT, even though it's just PE. class. A while ago I received a short note from one of my former students that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:   Bryan A Tarter&lt;br /&gt;Subject:  Just wanted you to Know&lt;br /&gt;TO: Matt Orr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Orr,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you remember me, but while I was at Biola I took a weight lifting/conditioning class with you.  I graduated from Biola in December of ‘06 and I am currently a caregiver for a man named Nick Vujicic (lifewithoutlimbs.org).  Since Nick has no arms or legs I have to be his arms and legs for him.  With that said, I just wanted to thank you for everything you taught in your class. What you taught has made a big impact on the way I live my life, the way I take care of my body, and the way I take care of Nick.  Although I might not have been in the best shape of my life when I took the course with you, I have taken what I’ve learned from it and continued to apply it to my life.   I have continued to train hard to take care of the body that God has given me (especially now since I am keeping in shape for 2 people), and I’ve found enjoyment in serving others.   With taking what I’ve learned from your class I’ve shed 30 lbs, I run an average of 3 miles a day, and I am able to help Nick with everything he needs (especially lifting and carrying him). He weighs 75lbs, and every time I lift him up I always remember you stressing to us about using our legs!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Looking back I know that God had me in your class for a reason, other than just a PE Credit.    &lt;/span&gt;Thanks again and I hope you and your family are doing well! To God be the glory.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MslbhDZoniY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MslbhDZoniY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/media/lwl08-colombia-modelo-prison/lwl08-cd3-modeloprison-800.mov"&gt;http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/media/lwl08-colombia-modelo-prison/lwl08-cd3-modeloprison-800.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bryan is in the middle on this clip, with his arm around Nick, in red t-shirt. He is pushing his wheel chair into the prison.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is looking for the David with only  a stone, and a stick,(I Samuel 17:50) or a young man with only loaves and fishes to do His great work (keep on , keeping on). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember, no little people, no little jobs, no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little places&lt;/span&gt; when obeying the Lord's call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time, your job gets you down, don't lose out,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; purpose/passion/and commitment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember Camelot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=%22I%20have%20won%20my%20battle%20and%20here%20is%20my%20victory&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;"I have won my battle and here is my victory&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=What%20we%20did%20will%20be%20remembered&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;What we did will be remembered&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=you%20will%20see%21&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;you will see!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=Tom%20of%20Warwick&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;   Tom of Warwick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=one%20of%20what%20we%20are%20less%20than%20a%20drop%20in%20a%20great%20blue%20motion%20of%20sun%20lit%20sea&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;one of what we all are.  Less than a drop in a great blue motion of the sunlit sea&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=But%20it%20seems%20some%20of%20the%20drops%20do%20Sparkle%21%20some%20do%20sparkle%21%20%20RUN%20BOY%20RUN%21%21&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;But it seems some of the drops do sparkle... some do sparkle!  RUN BOY RUN!!&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?adv&amp;amp;k=100000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;mv=RUN%21%20RUN%21%22&amp;amp;o=4"&gt;RUN! RUN!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-2741120325577455458?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/2741120325577455458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=2741120325577455458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/2741120325577455458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/2741120325577455458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-little-people-no-little-jobs-no.html' title='No little people, no little jobs, no little places'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-4955526955898316944</id><published>2008-11-28T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:34:50.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 08</title><content type='html'>Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever  (psalms 107:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanksgiving overflows when I realize God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving is possible because Jesus won the victory over Sin.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving reminds me I am the fragrance of Christ to the world.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving is a time to appreciate and pray for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for what you already have and grateful for all you receive.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving helps me respond properly to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings,&lt;br /&gt;He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple-headed mountain, the river running by,&lt;br /&gt;The sunset, and the morning that brightens up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind in the winter, the pleasant summer sun,&lt;br /&gt;The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us eyes to see them, and lips that we might tell&lt;br /&gt;How great is God almighty, Who has made all things well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,&lt;br /&gt;All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.&lt;img src="file:///Users/patriciaorr/Desktop/Matt%27s%20Pics/nathan.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        --Cecil Alexander (1848)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; thing I'm thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;My precious Pat, my life partner, lightens up the heart of my life. She truly  makes each&lt;br /&gt;day special with happiness and good fortune. She is lively and cheerful. She is a rich light&lt;br /&gt;that reflects brightly without sparkling or glittering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC2snU6X7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QkT76wlbRjQ/s1600-h/2702822742_2dfc9830a0_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC2snU6X7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QkT76wlbRjQ/s320/2702822742_2dfc9830a0_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916041238044594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; thing that I'm thankful For.&lt;br /&gt;My three special daughter-in laws,They have brought energy and love into our family,&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC3GPcL1_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/aRa3_WVN-nU/s1600-h/2993101491_17b829774f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC3GPcL1_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/aRa3_WVN-nU/s320/2993101491_17b829774f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916481502697458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey are the living examples of a Proverbs 31  wife of noble character, Their smiles will&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC3gkTSUDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FfWWpsT3ofw/s1600-h/n1192867602_143223_3504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC3gkTSUDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FfWWpsT3ofw/s320/n1192867602_143223_3504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916933779116082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melt your heart. They have brought confidence to my sons, they work hard, providing&lt;br /&gt;for their family and husband. They open their arms to the poor, extending help to the&lt;br /&gt;needy. They are clothed in beauty with strength and dignity,  they look more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;each day, bringing respect to my sons. They speak with wisdom and faithful instruction,&lt;br /&gt;watching over the affairs of their homes. they fear the Lord and are to be praised. I love&lt;br /&gt;you Lindsay, Kristy and Kristen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCOqZhRWqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XCtfTnQXtG8/s1600-h/Untitled-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCOqZhRWqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XCtfTnQXtG8/s320/Untitled-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273872022706936482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt; person I'm thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't express the appreciation I have for this wise man, He impacted my life at very&lt;br /&gt;important times of my life, as I began my marriage and family.  My cousin Dean Orr, helped&lt;br /&gt;lay a foundation for my 40 years of  marriage and five wonderful children. many times by&lt;br /&gt;example, and sharing wisdom while chopping wood for the winter, in the beautiful  Sierra    Nevada  mountains, never by preaching. (thanks Dean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; thing that fills me with Joy.&lt;br /&gt;I thought sons were wonderful, but Grandsons have brought unspeakable joy into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;each unique in their God given  characteristics.  They are close to my heart. I love you&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, James, Caleb and Micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCKdnQhOQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gxv0g75t868/s1600-h/2540253078_3f36589450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCKdnQhOQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gxv0g75t868/s320/2540253078_3f36589450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273867405009959170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCLgMh0eqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aJWGjCJsRXo/s1600-h/2994762806_9e3c674919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCLgMh0eqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aJWGjCJsRXo/s320/2994762806_9e3c674919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273868548886002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCL5w8ZcNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5HqAnJqreoQ/s1600-h/n1295283852_153333_3716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCL5w8ZcNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5HqAnJqreoQ/s320/n1295283852_153333_3716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273868988157882578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creature&lt;/span&gt; that blesses my life.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows this, except maybe Pat. Everybody thinks I don't like animals, maybe because&lt;br /&gt;I am so mean to them. but I really like our cat, His name is Chu Chi, and is a left over from&lt;br /&gt;our kids,  Elizabeth's  cat that stayed when she moved on the bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;He is really a lot like me, stubborn, and set in His ways. well whatever. Happy Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Chu-Chi, I hope you l&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCsYedX8YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yc4PjDAgnR0/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STCsYedX8YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yc4PjDAgnR0/s320/P1010172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273904700143956354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iked the turkey I sneaked you when no one was looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-4955526955898316944?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/4955526955898316944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=4955526955898316944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/4955526955898316944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/4955526955898316944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-08.html' title='Thanksgiving 08'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/STC2snU6X7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QkT76wlbRjQ/s72-c/2702822742_2dfc9830a0_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-7926406673760204136</id><published>2008-10-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:29:36.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the family under the purple mountain majesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZpqVP0MI/AAAAAAAAADo/jmAFMZsOMk8/s1600-h/Pike%27s+Peak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZpqVP0MI/AAAAAAAAADo/jmAFMZsOMk8/s320/Pike%27s+Peak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639943181029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood where Katharine Lee Bates was inspired to write America the beautiful, with two wonderful grandsons and Kathryn as we walked and jogged along the old railroad tracks, now  made into a walking and jogging trail that goes behind their home in Colorado Springs.  What an awesome experience as I looked at that breath taking mountain, just recently dusted with a light snow.  The weather was brisk, but refreshing.  My thoughts went beyond how beautiful America is&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUYF7L4WJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lIx6M7u6drg/s1600-h/Kathryn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUYF7L4WJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lIx6M7u6drg/s320/Kathryn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638229718227090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o the awsome power that created this site, our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord and Saviour.  The verse  "In the begining God created the heavens and the earth" suddenly had more meaning.  Then I looked at my third child and her wonderful twins and was filled with more wonder of God's gifts to us.  As I frolicked with them in this beautiful &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUYeCIj5NI/AAAAAAAAADY/slrY64PsNTc/s1600-h/Grandpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUYeCIj5NI/AAAAAAAAADY/slrY64PsNTc/s320/Grandpa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638643900212434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;site, I was reminded of Gods words, in Psalms  where he says " I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made, your works are wonderful, I  know that full well".&lt;br /&gt;I love you Kathryn, Jake, Nathan and James. Thanks for the visit!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;(click pictures twice to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZ70o4BII/AAAAAAAAADw/fU36c29yEXI/s1600-h/Rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZ70o4BII/AAAAAAAAADw/fU36c29yEXI/s1600-h/Rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZ70o4BII/AAAAAAAAADw/fU36c29yEXI/s320/Rock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261640255185355906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZ70o4BII/AAAAAAAAADw/fU36c29yEXI/s1600-h/Rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-7926406673760204136?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/7926406673760204136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=7926406673760204136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7926406673760204136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7926406673760204136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-with-family-under-purple-mountain.html' title='Fun with the family under the purple mountain majesty'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SQUZpqVP0MI/AAAAAAAAADo/jmAFMZsOMk8/s72-c/Pike%27s+Peak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-6773835620367381093</id><published>2008-10-10T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:34:06.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations Joe and Kristy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SPDtS1htbXI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xx68ytMLQwI/s1600-h/2598134542_802d05122b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SPDtS1htbXI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xx68ytMLQwI/s320/2598134542_802d05122b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255961673003265394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO JOE AND KRISTY ON FINISHING THEIR&lt;br /&gt; EDUCATION MASTERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joe’s challenge to MAED 2008 graduates, chosen as class&lt;br /&gt;speaker, presented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;in June at the Education graduation banquet.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; INTRODUCTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Thank you for having me here today.  I feel so honored and blessed to be&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;apart of this ceremony.  This junction on my life’s road has been a long&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;time coming with  many challenges and many joys.  Since finishing my&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;undergraduate degree here at Biola in 2003 my wife Kristy and I have&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;slowly been working through the MAED program and we are both very excited&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;to now go into our world and use what we have learned to impact those&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;around us for the glory of God.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REFLECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;IN reflecting on my five-year endurance with the Masters of Education&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;program, one word defines the summation of this time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;.  Life has&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;been very full.  Full of blessings, full of trials, full of life lessons,&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and full of…everything.  The major events that mark the book ends of this&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;part of my life are the marriage to my wife in December of 2003 and the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;birth of my coming son due in mid June. The rollercoaster in between has&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;brought the growing experience of a new job teaching and coaching, the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;trials of battling cancer, and the ever-challenging process of growing&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;spiritually in the Lord and seeking his will. In the end ithas been the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;passions in my life, driven by the power of God, that have spurred me to&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;push on.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;It is not whether you have passion, but rather what is driving that&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;passion.  You see everyone has something that they are passionate about,&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;but if that passion is pushed by selfish desire that passion will never be&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;satisfied. The thirst of the sinful self will never be satisfied by the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;offerings of the world, but the thirst of a soul longing for God will be&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;satisfied. As it says in Psalms 107:9, “For He has satisfied the thirsty&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;soul, and the hungry soul He has filled with what is good” If we yield the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;passions of our lives over to the almighty God He will supply the power to&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;drive those passions to display His glory to the world.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PASSION HAS A LASTING IMPACT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Though I have been around many people in my life that have lived&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;passionately there is one person that has stood out among many. That&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;person is my dad, Matt Orr. Many of you know my dad as coach Orr.  Even&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the local mechanics at the 76 Station know my dad as coach Orr.  This man&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;has shown me what it means to live a passionate life for the Lord.  He has&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;taught me how to have complete trust in the Lord through trials and he has&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;taught me how to give praise and thanks in times ofjoy.  He has been an&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;inspiration to many through the years and his Godly passion has had a&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;lasting impact on many people.  Here is one story of that lasting impact.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Back before I was born my dad was the wrestling coach here at Biola&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;University.  George Payton was a wrestler of my dads.  George was not the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;all-star athlete.  In fact he rarely won amatch.  But he had a heart of&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;gold and through the inspiration of my dad’s passion he learned to never&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;give up.  He rarely experienced the taste of victory on the mat, but he&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;also never was pinned, denying his opponent precious team points.  This&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;often gave his team the few points that they needed to earn a team&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;victory.   Many years later George had gone onto the mission field in&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Africa. One stormy night his young daughter had become ill and he had to&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;get her to a doctor as quick as possible.  So he gathered his family into&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the jeep and headed for help.  He came to a small river that had formed in&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the storm and attempted to drive through to get to the doctor.  The&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;current was too strong and it took control of the car and tipped it over.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;George had to wade through the raging water and carry his family to&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;safety. Later he wrote to my dad and told him that as he fought the water&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;to save his family he couldn’t help remember the lessons he learned&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;through the passion of my dad, had lasting impact on him for years to come.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Passion,empowered by the strength of God, has a lasting impact on those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you come across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;As we now go into our world as teachers I pray that you may take hold of&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;your passions and empower them with the strength of the Lord.  You will&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;have a lasting impact on those you encounter.   The road will not always&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;be easy and there will most certainly be days when you feel like you do&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;not have the ability to carry on. Remember that you are the instrument of&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;God and He has given you a passion that He longs to use to show His glory&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;to the world.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Leadership isn't just about what you accomplish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But how you accomplish it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really about HIS NAME and not MY FAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really about HIS GLORY and not MY STORY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-6773835620367381093?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/6773835620367381093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=6773835620367381093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/6773835620367381093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/6773835620367381093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/10/congratulations-joe-and-kristy.html' title='congratulations Joe and Kristy'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SPDtS1htbXI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xx68ytMLQwI/s72-c/2598134542_802d05122b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-5324006341232991225</id><published>2008-09-07T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:54:56.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt; Heaven is a wonderful place, full of Glory and Grace, I want to see my Saviour's face because heaven is a wonderful place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.&lt;br /&gt;John 14: 1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;Have you read Randy Alcorn's book Heaven?  I also was challenged by his book Safely Home!!&lt;br /&gt;Do we spend more time planning our next vacation, than we do preparing for eternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;I think my house is going to be high on a river's bend (maybe the river of life, which flows from the great throne). I'm going to have a big picture window looking out over the river, and a picnic table and barbecue next to the river's edge, and Dan will cook me his fabulous tri-tip and Jake will provide the deer meat of course Kristy brings the dessert. We will have a big rock on the bend and Sam will fish from there. We will listen to the peaceful sound of the rolling river and in the evening Joe, Elizabeth, Lindsay, and Kathryn will play soothing music. Ben and Kristin will be playing with all the kids at the river's edge. Of course Bonnie and Dean will come by in their kayaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;Shall we gather at the river???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;Shall we gather at the river,&lt;br /&gt;Where bright angel feet have trod,&lt;br /&gt;With its crystal tide forever&lt;br /&gt;Flowing by the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;Yes, we'll gather at the river&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful, the beautiful river;&lt;br /&gt;Gather with the saints at the river&lt;br /&gt;that flows by the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWsyMCkTqDI&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWsyMCkTqDI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-5324006341232991225?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/5324006341232991225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=5324006341232991225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/5324006341232991225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/5324006341232991225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/09/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-7583888578449496378</id><published>2008-06-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:20:12.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40th Anniversary Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7239251cd9f8924" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7239251cd9f8924%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330410642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E54B4BB0FB850C29F0C89B7DDB981C13BBA3141.44B051B7DFB6AD46BA331052F875203F0A439725%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7239251cd9f8924%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEM6lW_8Z-T8zw_chUKXfa5rn0us&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7239251cd9f8924%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330410642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E54B4BB0FB850C29F0C89B7DDB981C13BBA3141.44B051B7DFB6AD46BA331052F875203F0A439725%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7239251cd9f8924%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEM6lW_8Z-T8zw_chUKXfa5rn0us&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-7583888578449496378?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7239251cd9f8924&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/7583888578449496378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=7583888578449496378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7583888578449496378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7583888578449496378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/06/40th-anniversary-video.html' title='40th Anniversary Video'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-2059611570236201124</id><published>2008-05-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:38:27.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a marriage 40 years Strong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEB-stPfBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s4Zz9MNzbcw/s1600-h/momndad.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEB-stPfBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s4Zz9MNzbcw/s200/momndad.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206300475764180450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt and Pat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrating 40 Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 4: 9-12&lt;br /&gt;Two are better then one because they have a good return for their work.  If one falls down his friend can help him up but pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also if two lie down together, they will keep warm but how can one keep warm alone?  Though one may be overpowered two can defend themselves.   A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov 19:14  Houses and wealth are inherited from parents, but a prudent wife is from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a commitment to the satisfaction peace, security.  Joy and development of another person.  God’s love is not based on emotion as human love often is. It is based on His CHARACTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD’S LOVE DEFINED       I Cor. 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient:   For God’s timing and purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind:   To others, healing and uplifting, regardless if they are kind to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Jealous:    A fearful and not protective attitude. Not what is good for me but what is your will, purpose and plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humility:  Don't feel the necessity to prove yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polite:  able to demonstrate Godly Character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t seek its own:  Love surrenders its rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t provoked:   Quiet spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take into account:  empowers us to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoices with the truth:  See’s hurt, hate and evel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears all things:  no negative remarks about others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believes all things:  Not suspicious and critical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drops all things:   for the best of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails:  response is always love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-2059611570236201124?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/2059611570236201124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=2059611570236201124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/2059611570236201124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/2059611570236201124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-makes-marriage-40-years-strong.html' title='What makes a marriage 40 years Strong?'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEB-stPfBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s4Zz9MNzbcw/s72-c/momndad.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-7408609177550955377</id><published>2008-05-08T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:53:59.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-PA visits Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEcc6yqEVbI/AAAAAAAAACE/3ke54KetK8Q/s1600-h/2537227789_9a68e8187d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEcc6yqEVbI/AAAAAAAAACE/3ke54KetK8Q/s320/2537227789_9a68e8187d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208163290433476018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been quiet because, the magic password was lost but now is found, so here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Montana was just another beautiful state, with a cowboy on its license, cool!  But then USAF shipped their top Captain  to watch over the most dangerous weapon in the world, as Good  Morning America would classify the secret Minuteman weapon!. Of course, some important citizens of the USA got to visit this fortified area (like yours truly), although I almost didn't pass the background check. They were concerned with my shirt that said, "do it orr die". Don't tell Iran or N. Korea, but one missile at TANGO is sitting there waiting for them if Mrs. Clinton becomes our president.  Well anyway on to some real important information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped down in the great city of Great Falls, Montana in April for a quick 4 day visit, so those new twin grandsons could get to know their cool G-PA.   Kathryn met me at the airport (you know the building with two airplanes where the lady that sells your ticket runs up stairs and runs you through the safety check, and tells you to go to boarding area A or B, and calls you to board the plane with 10 other people.  Pretty efficient use of employees.   Those  Montana people are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally saw the boys and Jake too! Boy were they excited to see me! James was jumping around, and making all kind of noises, and Nathan, he just gave me that smile that melts all the snow in Montana its so warm, He's already got the ladies swooning over him!  Well the next day we got into some serious  Montana business. We went dog and squirrel hunting!  We found a big black dog out back. We would whistle and here he would come right up to the fence, running over the silver weiner dog to be first to see us. He would stick his big nose through the fence.   I warned James to be careful as He might be happy to see us, because he wanted to bite our hand.  Now nathan listened real good but James, he was real macho. I wonder who he inherited that trait from?  Well weiner dog not to be outdone just scooted under big black and rubbed up against the fence, and we petted him.  He groaned with pleasure. Nathan and James' eyes were real big with wonder, or was it the wind that was blowing them open. (You know no Montana person walks straight up, they alway tilt forward, because they walk against  60mph wind 8 hours a day.)  Then little white came running up next door and was barking like crazy, running around like a fire was on his tail!!  Now Nathan thought that was co000l.! James he thought it was nothing, just normal!!  Well all sudden Big Red , down the street started howling. so we, pushed against the wind and barely made it to him. Boy was he excited to see us, jumping with big tail wagging. So we rubbed his head and he whined with glee! Well all that dog hunting and wind made us cold and tired and hungry so we decided not too squirrel hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning home,  mom (alias Kathryn) had our meal ready!! Now James ate like a horse, but Nathan was a little more reserved. In fact, he just let his mom know he had enough and said, "you finish this for me"  and  shared it with us. In fact all over us and the kitchen too smiling  giggling in the process.   Well it was time to sleep so James was off and snoring away but Nathan was hollering like a steam engine.   After many minutes he got tired and started to nod off, then James for some reason, (maybe because Nathan popped him in the face) started yelling.  Boy,  and its so quiet outside in  Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a great time!!! I really loved every minute!!  But boy it's hard work in  Montana.  We love those boys. We'll get to  see them soon, about their one year birthday.  DON'T forget its GRAND PA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-7408609177550955377?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/7408609177550955377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=7408609177550955377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7408609177550955377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/7408609177550955377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/05/g-pa-visits-montana.html' title='G-PA visits Montana'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEcc6yqEVbI/AAAAAAAAACE/3ke54KetK8Q/s72-c/2537227789_9a68e8187d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-5178627636949916310</id><published>2008-04-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:50:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Montana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/R_a-nKb0eDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oKH7sS7ZjoY/s1600-h/pat+and+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/R_a-nKb0eDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oKH7sS7ZjoY/s320/pat+and+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185541600988919858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am back from Montana after a wonderful visit with Kathryn, Jake, and "The Boys", as they are called.  Montana weather was interesting from the first day on.  The plane landed in 50 mph winds which was a bit like an amusement park ride.  The pilot did a good job and we arrived safely.  While in Montana there were two snow storms.  The first one was "blizzardy" with lots of swirling winds and snow drifts.  Sunday morning we awakened to a sparkling diamond-like wonderland.  Every weed, tree, and piece of grass looked like it had white glitter on it.  The sun was shining so it really sparkled.  By the time we got out of church, things had started to get slushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and James are really starting to have fun being twins.  They sit on the floor and laugh at each other and keep each other very entertained.  It is fun to spy on them when they don't know you are looking at them.  They have become very social with each other.  They are healthy and happy babies and they sleep about 11 hours a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Montana, Kathryn got Matt and I on "Facebook" which has been lots of fun.  We have been hearing from many people from our past and are now officially "friends" with many.  It is an interesting networking program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is good to be back in the land of sunshine, but I did have a wonderful spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-5178627636949916310?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/5178627636949916310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=5178627636949916310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/5178627636949916310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/5178627636949916310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-montana.html' title='Back From Montana!'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/R_a-nKb0eDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oKH7sS7ZjoY/s72-c/pat+and+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-5616356544981060216</id><published>2008-03-29T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:50:02.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>You Just can't beat the beach at easter break!  This week our family has visited Dan and Elizabeth down at Newport beach at their time share.  Most of our time is spent at Crystal Cove, the weather is perfect at this time of the year you can lay out in the sun, or cover your self from the sun, and enjoy the cool breeze.  When you desend the  path, or stairs to the beach, its like opening up a door and going into another world, with the soothing waves, that seem to totally relax you. couples walking hand in hand enjoying each other, and the beauty around.  Just to watch different couples come by is a joy.  The beauty of a sailboat, and Joy of a speeding motorboat brings pure excitement.  To see families enjoying each other, children building in the sand (some big people too, Ben)  chasing the waves in and out. Watching the sea life all around, beautiful sea shells, soaring birds, every once in  while, big crashing waves coming in with everybody getting soaked, (and seeming to enjoy it), watching it quietly roll out, to regain its strength for another frightful moment.  Joggers coming bye, flowing so smoothly, fresh air coming in out of their lungs.  You asend the bluffs to make a necessary pit stop, (I'm over sixty you know) and dodge bikers on the trails , as they zoom by talking loudly, with excitement. The ocean seems so untamed as you walk out on the rocks, and retreat with fear as a unexpected big wave comes in.  Poking sea animals, that seem dead with a stick and watch them come to life, or have some one shout "watch out" as you start to poke them.  (Sam I'm not sure that guy thought that was funny, as his face turned white, His wife sure did!! I thought she was going to die laughing, as he nearly jumped out of his pants.  Then there is the famous shake shack (You can't beat a oreo shake).  Thanks, for sharing your vacation with us, Dan and Elizabeth .&lt;br /&gt;You guys "rock"&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Matt  (Pats still in Montana!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-5616356544981060216?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/5616356544981060216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=5616356544981060216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/5616356544981060216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/5616356544981060216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/03/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-8172206813393976324</id><published>2008-03-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:57:32.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEcdyW6GKxI/AAAAAAAAACM/RjNmXEJG2EY/s1600-h/G-pa+and+caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEcdyW6GKxI/AAAAAAAAACM/RjNmXEJG2EY/s320/G-pa+and+caleb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208164245057186578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and I had our first visit to creek park today, Its about a 2+ mile walk, pretty good for a 60+ and 1 1/2 year old, Its hard to believe but right in middle of  the city, we visited the horses , ducks,and chickens, reminded me of the old farm,when we sat by the creek and thru stuff at the ducks, Ha ,Ha. We petted horses and made all kinds of animal sounds. I taught him to be careful , when the dark red horse laid back his ears, and stomped the ground. we had fun when  we went thru the Imperial tunnel, we made all kinds of echo's. and said hI! to everyone who walked by. Caleb even tried to talk some fries off some teenage bikers who were having lunch but his "please, please" didn"t  work.  so He started saying UM, UM, UM ( translated lets eat) so I knew our adventure was over, so home to lunch, and of course nap time, Grandpa led the way! I never got to take naps in the middle of the day before! Oh the joys of being Grandpa,  to top His day off Caleb went down to the beach to visit Aunt Elizabeth, and Uncle Dan, what a life! (see their blog)&lt;br /&gt;ps Grandma is in  montana!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-8172206813393976324?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/8172206813393976324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=8172206813393976324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/8172206813393976324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/8172206813393976324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/03/caleb-and-grandpa.html' title='Caleb and Grandpa'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEAdcNgCWIE/SEcdyW6GKxI/AAAAAAAAACM/RjNmXEJG2EY/s72-c/G-pa+and+caleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-3470408354378219788</id><published>2008-03-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:09:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="file:///Users/patriciaorr/Desktop/How%20deep%20the%20Father%27s%20love%20.cwk"&gt;Free at Last!&lt;br /&gt;Those who trust the risen Christ are truly, completely, and eternally free from Condemnation.  (Romans 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;How Deep The Father's Love For Us'&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;How deep the Father's love for us,&lt;br /&gt;How vast beyond all measure&lt;br /&gt;That He should give His only Son&lt;br /&gt;To make a wretch His treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great the pain of searing loss,&lt;br /&gt;The Father turns His face away&lt;br /&gt;As wounds which mar the chosen One,&lt;br /&gt;Bring many sons to glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the Man upon a cross,&lt;br /&gt;My sin upon His shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed I hear my mocKing voice,&lt;br /&gt;Call out among the scoffers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held Him there&lt;br /&gt;Until it was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not boast in anything&lt;br /&gt;No gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;br /&gt;But I will boast inJesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;His death and resurrection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik Thoennes&lt;br /&gt;Date: march 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Grace E V free , La mirada , CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.graceevfree.org/Portals/0/media/Sermon_20080324.mp3&lt;br /&gt;posted by matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-3470408354378219788?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/3470408354378219788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=3470408354378219788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/3470408354378219788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/3470408354378219788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/03/free-at-last.html' title='free at last'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559330816937401451.post-2454288425289623873</id><published>2008-03-22T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:29:24.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, we decided to join the kids and start our own blog.  It is important to keep in contact with friends and family and this is a great way to do it.  We always look at everyone else's sites and enjoy hearing what's happening so we'll see where this leads us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is, well let's say, just barely over sixty.  He has been teaching and coaching at Biola for 38 years and is still going strong.  One of his students recently said on "rate your professor" that they should make a reality show out of Matt's weight training class.  They said it would make good tv.  When he is not teaching weight training or soccer, he can be found teaching bowling at Whittier Hills Bowling.  He likes to "piddle" around the house and you can usually find 1 year old Caleb piddling right along side him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat is, well let's not say how old I am.   I am a third grade teacher and loves my work and the kids.  When not teaching I like to read and work on the computer.  Right now I am reading 3 books, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens (about 800 pages), Peter Pan by JW. Barie, and one other Christian romance novel that puts me to sleep in about 10 minutes, and therefore I can't remember the title or what most of it is about.  I am also doing a Bible study on the life of David by Beth Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Grace Evangelical Free Church and are part of a small group in the church which we host at our home.  We are grateful for this church for so many reasons, mainly for the truth which is taught there each week and the constant relevance of the Bible to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have five children who are all married to wonderful spouses and we have 3 (almost 4) grandsons.  We will be celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary this year.  Where DOES the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll let you know more about us and the family as time goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/559330816937401451-2454288425289623873?l=mattpat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/feeds/2454288425289623873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=559330816937401451&amp;postID=2454288425289623873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/2454288425289623873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/559330816937401451/posts/default/2454288425289623873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattpat.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-parents.html' title='Meet the Parents!'/><author><name>Matt &amp;amp; Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872833397175255103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
