<?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-2457428994889314885</id><updated>2012-02-09T09:00:41.863-06:00</updated><category term='eyes'/><category term='people'/><category term='coach'/><category term='Barney'/><category term='housework'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='political'/><category term='brother'/><category term='video'/><category term='new year'/><category term='new'/><category term='heart'/><category term='love'/><category term='superman'/><category term='friends'/><category term='humor'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Prodigal Son</title><subtitle type='html'>If we actually had Christ's eyes, We might want to be blind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-2120787910299130710</id><published>2012-02-09T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:45:52.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Direction</title><content type='html'>is there a new Direction??? NOt sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-2120787910299130710?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/2120787910299130710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=2120787910299130710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2120787910299130710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2120787910299130710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-direction.html' title='New Direction'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-5558352599952296769</id><published>2012-02-07T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:25:51.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I will post this for myself but it has been amazing to see what God is doing with this process!!! To God to the Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-5558352599952296769?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/5558352599952296769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=5558352599952296769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5558352599952296769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5558352599952296769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-5932802798079096347</id><published>2011-12-23T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:15:44.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>As many of you know Sarah and I have started a huge new journey for this next year. God has been so good to us and blessed us beyond what I think that I deserve at times. I have been laying awake early in the mornings and thinking about how my life could be so different this time next year. I have just completed my first semester in my MDIV program and I did very well but only for the grace of God and also my wife. I look forward to what God has for us this next year and what could be. I think about the new life that could be out there for us and pray over and over for the whole situation. I want this process to be bathed in prayer like nothing I have prayed for before. What would happen if I treated all of my life like this? Not sure but God has such an amazing plan. He has given me incredible hope for what the future holds. I know that my God loves to show up and show off. I am not a great theology mind like many of the people I got to school with or went to college with. I would consider myself very simple in that way. But I know that my God again and again comes through for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-5932802798079096347?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/5932802798079096347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=5932802798079096347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5932802798079096347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5932802798079096347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-3275126828564299324</id><published>2011-11-21T18:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:20:47.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how many people read this but something new is in the works for the Ryan and Sarah Trosen family. What could it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-3275126828564299324?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/3275126828564299324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=3275126828564299324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3275126828564299324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3275126828564299324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-2484998660999260157</id><published>2011-04-15T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:19:23.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time to MAX</title><content type='html'>I am here on the MNU campus for the first time. It is very nice but not the best weather. It has been a very interested trip but it is nice to get to know some other people from within our new district. It has also been great to get to share some vision with people within my ministry here at the Osseo church. Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-2484998660999260157?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/2484998660999260157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=2484998660999260157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2484998660999260157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2484998660999260157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-time-to-max.html' title='First time to MAX'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-3611710569736520746</id><published>2011-03-20T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:43:16.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>This is something that is never easy and it is something that I do not want to I try and I try to shy away from. My wife would tell you that I like to have my schedule and I like to try and stick to it. But God is trying to get us out of our rut and hoping that I am willing to change even when it is not easy or fun. What if God wanted this area to go crazy with teens for Christ??? Would we be ready? Not sure if we are willing to allow God to change things in our lives and let us become more uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough to get to the point where we are willing and able to allow God to change things in and with us on the fly. God allow me to be able to change on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-3611710569736520746?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/3611710569736520746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=3611710569736520746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3611710569736520746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3611710569736520746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-6921654698006249485</id><published>2011-03-17T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:07:09.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Story</title><content type='html'>I have been talking with our teens recently about how each one of us has our own story. Each person has something in their life that has brought them to where they are at and it has to this point defined them. God has a huge and amazing plan for each of us and it can be overwhelming at times. But a friend said in a sermon that we need to take it one step at a time with God. Let Him lead us and let the one step be one small step at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do not read this so I guess this is for me. Ryan you need to just take one small step at a time. Even tough thinking about take classes and getting your M.Div is so overwhelming and I am scared even thinking about it. You need to take one small step and you will get to where God has a great plan for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later-RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-6921654698006249485?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/6921654698006249485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=6921654698006249485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6921654698006249485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6921654698006249485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-story.html' title='Your Story'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-8559318657981558626</id><published>2011-03-16T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:03:31.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is it.  Wounded healer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12079909"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12079909" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/trosenr/podcast-wounded-healer"&gt;Podcast Wounded Healer&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/trosenr"&gt;trosenr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-8559318657981558626?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/8559318657981558626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=8559318657981558626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/8559318657981558626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/8559318657981558626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/03/podcast-wounded-healer-by-trosenr.html' title='Here is it.  Wounded healer'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-3114618295789229322</id><published>2011-03-16T17:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:19:37.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio post</title><content type='html'>I guess it might not work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-3114618295789229322?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/3114618295789229322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=3114618295789229322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3114618295789229322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3114618295789229322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='Audio post'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-4221842556434042641</id><published>2011-03-16T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:02:16.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>Many it has been a while since I posted on here. What is going on Blog world. Like anyone even reads this. Enjoy I am going to try post my sermon on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-4221842556434042641?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/4221842556434042641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=4221842556434042641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/4221842556434042641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/4221842556434042641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-5744171543264866538</id><published>2010-08-13T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:13:43.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barbarian Way</title><content type='html'>I just finished this book and it was great. Here is a part of the book that I really enjoyed. This part the author is talking about John the Baptist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder how many of us are in that place of John the Baptist, at the crucible where God is asking, 'Are you willing to lose everything on My behalf to gain everything I desire for you? Rather than living a long life, are you willing to love a life worth living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of an eye opening thought. Jesus could have easily went and saved him or at the least raised him from the dead. In John 21:22,"If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.' This is the sticky part of the barbarian call. It's not fair or equitable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could Jesus say that to us? It is amazing that He has this response, but it is the truth. It cuts straight to the point and right at the heart of the issue. Erwin the says, "Your life in unique before God and your path is yours and yours alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many great thoughts in this book. He really challenges us to change our thought process and change the direction that so many of us are going.  Let me finish this with this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus was saying to John the Baptist, 'John I'm not coming through for you. I'm not getting you out of prison. I'm not sparing your life. Yes, I have done all this and more for others, but the path I choose for you is different from theirs. You'll be blessed, John, if this does not cause you to fall away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Jesus would say this to me? What if He would say this to You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-5744171543264866538?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/5744171543264866538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=5744171543264866538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5744171543264866538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5744171543264866538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2010/08/barbarian-way.html' title='The Barbarian Way'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-5687618802374120867</id><published>2010-07-17T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T10:23:59.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>It is odd how God shows us his love. About 2 weeks ago I went in for an interview for a CPE internship this fall. Not sure what to expect and being a little nervous. Through the interview I tried to just be myself but still feeling nervous. At the beginning of the interview he talked about  how he had been interviewing for a while and had about two weeks left of interviews. At the end I also found out that their would be only 6 spots. I could feel my heart skip a beat and I felt a sinking feeling. Right before the end of the interview he leaned forward and asked me if I would accept a position in the internship. I could not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing that God was willing to come down in that moment and touch my heart. I will be starting it this fall and cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-5687618802374120867?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/5687618802374120867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=5687618802374120867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5687618802374120867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/5687618802374120867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-6336898494479346691</id><published>2010-01-25T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:03:09.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs and stuff</title><content type='html'>At work we listen to the radio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. My boss and I like to pretend we know the words to songs that we cannot understand. There is a song that came on a while back and we thought the words went, " Chasing Penguins." Well that is something that is only true in Minnesota and Iowa. But I kept telling my wife and brother about it hoping that when we were in the car that the song would come on the air. But it was not. I also could not catch the name or singer of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I thought that I would just Google "Chasing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peguins&lt;/span&gt;" and see what would come up. Well I found the song and the artist. I played the song and now my wife believes me that there is a song "chasing penguins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a more really note. I have started to miss preaching again. I got the chance to be at a teen retreat and it was so amazing. The teens were great so many of them are really wanting to grow and drop down their roots in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a new book, Home tonight. I thought well why not blog on what I read. So I am going to try and blog each day on a chapter that I read. I think that this will help me get a hold on the book and get my thoughts on this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-6336898494479346691?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/6336898494479346691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=6336898494479346691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6336898494479346691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6336898494479346691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2010/01/songs-and-stuff.html' title='Songs and stuff'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-6375789803790885721</id><published>2010-01-19T07:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:38:24.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I am sorry that I have not been on here in a while. I had a chance to speak at a retreat and it was so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on hulu.com they have put old episodes of ALF. Very good to see the old show. Not sure what else to put on here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-6375789803790885721?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/6375789803790885721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=6375789803790885721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6375789803790885721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6375789803790885721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-post.html' title='New Post!!!'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-7681704085526405612</id><published>2009-11-03T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:39:18.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Just got back from my first weekend retreat with the Naz youth. It was great and a lot of fun. the guys that I drove with kept me awake while I was driving and then kept me up really late each night. It was worth it as we spent some great time together. I can see God really growing in thier lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it was the lack of sleep of the weather but I am feeling not that great at the moment. My ear hurts and is not very comforable at all. But it was so nice to spent the time with the teens and see them grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-7681704085526405612?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/7681704085526405612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=7681704085526405612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7681704085526405612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7681704085526405612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-3699036912191264700</id><published>2009-10-22T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:26:28.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a new day. Not that yesterday was a bad day but today is a new day. I was asked recently to speak at a youth retreat. After I threw up because I was nervous I am starting to get excited to do this thing. I really enjoy hanging out with teens and I hope that I can speak to them clearly and openly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Challenge&lt;/span&gt; them in what they are doing in their lives. Bringing them to a new level is something that I hope God can do through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the office has been really good. Work is changing and I am interested in where this job will be going in the next few months. I have been trying to get through these last few weeks. Wrestling is starting soon and that is something that i am really excited about. I am not sure how we will do this season I have heard that we have lost some people from last year that should have some back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life has changed and will keep on changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-3699036912191264700?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/3699036912191264700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=3699036912191264700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3699036912191264700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3699036912191264700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-day.html' title='New Day'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-2087059111819779582</id><published>2009-10-14T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:31:31.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teaching</title><content type='html'>I have started helping with teach CDC. I have to say it like that because it is not sunday school at this church. BUt anyways. It was a very tough class and the teens did not want to sit and listen or help out with interacting. So my head was down and I was feeling kind of sorry for myself and thought how can I make this better and really get it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was getting in my car one of the teens came up to me and said HEY thanks for doing cdc it is great to have you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks that really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-2087059111819779582?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/2087059111819779582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=2087059111819779582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2087059111819779582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2087059111819779582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/10/teaching.html' title='teaching'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-4845362900063952945</id><published>2009-09-22T22:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:27:59.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbi's Heartbeat....</title><content type='html'>I am reading a new book that I just got. It is called Rabbi's heartbeat. It is by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bennan&lt;/span&gt; Manning of which I have read and enjoyed many of his books. I am been on this theme in the past few months if not past two years of getting into the Rabbi's hands and heart. The book Abba's Child was great for getting me past this thought of self doubt that had been holding me down for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a portion of the book for you and you can get a glimpse of it for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;"It used to be that I never felt safe with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; unless I was performing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flawlessly&lt;/span&gt;. Unwittingly I had projected onto God my feelings about myself. I felt safe with Him only when I saw myself as noble, generous, and loving, without scars, fears or tears. PERFECT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(back to Ryan's thoughts) This is how I grew up. I felt like I never was close to God unless I was perfect and I still struggle with this each and everyday. I fight the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; that I am not good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; unless I am always walking perfect and cannot show my scars or fears that I have. But this is when I read scripture and prayed through and my heart and mind changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is more, " Then, one radiant morning on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;retreat&lt;/span&gt; deep in the Colorado Rockies, I came out of hiding. Jesus removed the shroud of perfectionist performance and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forgiven&lt;/span&gt; and free, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; home. I knew that someone was waiting for me. I am Abba's delight. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; goodbye to feeling frightened and said shalom to feeling safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that really came out in my life as well. I no longer felt this weight on my back but more of a love and a desire to be near my Abba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with Him is so amazing it is not a religion but a relationship as I heard one of my teens say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that He was waiting for me to come home. He is waiting for you to come home. All you have to do is start walking home and He will run/sprint after you. No matter what you look like or smell like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-4845362900063952945?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/4845362900063952945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=4845362900063952945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/4845362900063952945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/4845362900063952945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/09/rabbis-heartbeat.html' title='Rabbi&apos;s Heartbeat....'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-8284929746902977309</id><published>2009-08-26T08:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:22:47.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><title type='text'>Just sitting here</title><content type='html'>We had family camp about two weeks ago and it was really nice. I miss being at camp and hearing some sound preaching. The person who was speaking was a former GS in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazarene&lt;/span&gt; church and pastor of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osky&lt;/span&gt; church way back when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day that I was there he spoke on having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus. It was really good but it was something at the end that caught my attention for real. He talked about how each person (especially those in  ministry) need three people that are around them a Paul, Timothy and a Barnabas. So I thought about this and looked at who those people are. I called and talked to my Barney this past week after noticing who that was in my life. Barney and I did not get along right away. But it is funny how God works in my life and his. Barney and I have gotten really close and talk alot. We challange each other and encourage each other. He is a fellow person in the  ministry. Now many people have told me that I am not in minstry but I feel that I am. I work with teens each winter full time. Now I am also starting to teach sunday school and possibly wed. night program with the teens at the chuch that I am going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my Paul is a person that is like a teacher to my. He does not know it yet but I watch him from afar. I look at home he does ministry and home someday to be like him. He gives me courage to keep going and I have looked up to him for a while now. Thanks Paul even though you may not know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy that is one person that I am still waiting for. Maybe God will give me him soon. entrust him to me so that I can pour myself into him that is what he is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is your Paul, Tim, and barney?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-8284929746902977309?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/8284929746902977309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=8284929746902977309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/8284929746902977309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/8284929746902977309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-sitting-here.html' title='Just sitting here'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-2178455668479700717</id><published>2009-08-09T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:19:50.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reason our life away</title><content type='html'>I was talking with someone the other day and they were talking about how things that they were doing were not that bad. I I asked  not as bad as what. You see there was a standard that they were using. So that means that what they were doing was not really that good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where are my thoughts and priorities? Is was I am doing not that bad/or not as bad as what someone else is doing? I talk to people all the time at work and also deal with teens that attend the church that I am going to now. The people, you see they are watching me all the time and asking questions and seeing me do things. How am I spending my life in what I do during the day. I had a customer really rip me on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webstite&lt;/span&gt; and it hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and my first thought was to post a comment and rip him because I know who he is and he is a jerk. But that is not what I knew I should do as a follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do you might ask? Well, I looked at myself and how people look at me and changed my approach at what I do. I looked at my job as a place that I can show there is a different way to live, that there is something that is different about my life and how I react to things that happen in my life that suck and people that need to be punched in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am building relationships with people each and everyday if I know it or not. I want to know it though. I want to be apart of their lives and make an impact within each day. Now I go back to my opening statement....reason our life away. How do people look at you? Do they see someone who can do anything that they want because they are free in Christ and it is not written down word for word. Are we living our lives pure and holy?? Set apart for Christ's service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure....I am really trying to do that. Build relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-2178455668479700717?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/2178455668479700717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=2178455668479700717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2178455668479700717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2178455668479700717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-our-life-away.html' title='reason our life away'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-2178179446620771931</id><published>2009-08-04T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:02:08.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not much time</title><content type='html'>yesterday I was walking the dogs down the street and two young men stopped me and wanted to ask me a question. It turns out the they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mormans&lt;/span&gt; and were out trying to convert a lost soul. I talked with them for a while and then we went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also at a Twins game recently and witnessed a young woman praying. She was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; woman. People walked by and were making comments about her but she kept on going about her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we do not agree with them and that we are far apart in places. But what if Christians took the time to actually live out their faith. I have a lot of respect for her that she was willing to do this with 30,000 people around her. I did not see a Christian doing this. I know we are to do this is private but she was not doing this to draw attention to herself. She was off in her own corner and doing what she had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what I am trying to say but I wish I had more guts to talk to people more often about what I think and share time with people. Building relationships is where it has become for me. That is where I am trying to start and become more like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you improving at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-2178179446620771931?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/2178179446620771931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=2178179446620771931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2178179446620771931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2178179446620771931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-much-time.html' title='not much time'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-7640456774413641688</id><published>2009-07-31T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:55:17.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long Time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have posted on here. Much has happened in my life. Well, not really. This week Sarah has been gone and it was been boring without her here. I have found myself talking to my dogs more and people think must think that I am crazy or something. Life is odd this is actually the longest that Sarah and I have been away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah has taken a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; at a church here in the cities as a children's pastor. It is so great to see her really get into it. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; other side we had to say no to another job, and that was so hard to do. It was odd to have two people want you at the same time. Since I have never had that at a job before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all God has been good. I have had a chance to see God take over and do some amazing things in our lives. Trusting God was taken and is still being taken to a whole new level in my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; having to put all my trust in Him like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-7640456774413641688?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/7640456774413641688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=7640456774413641688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7640456774413641688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7640456774413641688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time.html' title='long Time'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-1244183698059428542</id><published>2009-05-07T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:42:19.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>How the turn tables.....So what is God doing as of late. Not sure. I know that much of what I have been going through has changed my thoughts and ideas of what God can do to us and through us. My thoughts have been returning to the Prodigal son as of late.  And healing in our lives and how we can really impact the lives of the people around us and show them healing. Here is a story from a book that I just finished that I would like to share with you. It is a story about a young man at college and he has a father who is very much Irish his father really has never shown him love although I feel that the son knows his father loves him. The young man is not the best looking guy or greatly groomed. The story picks up when the father is leaving his son at a bus stop when some men that the father knows start to mock him.  Calling him a pig and making OINKing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey pig! Give us your best oink." These brutal salvos continued. Larry Malaney told me that in that moment, for the first time in his life, his father reached out and embraced him, kissed him on the lips and said, larry if your mother and I love to be two hundred years old, that would not be long enough to thank God for the gift he gave to us in you. I am so proud that you are my son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This changed this young man's life and he was never the same since. What would happen if we took that time to love like this? Brennan Mannig says that," this affirmed him with a furious love, and changed the whole direction of his son's life". What if we took the time to do this for people around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-1244183698059428542?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/1244183698059428542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=1244183698059428542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/1244183698059428542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/1244183698059428542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-9180577985341556539</id><published>2009-02-19T08:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:10:16.299-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coach'/><title type='text'>mission field</title><content type='html'>Where is you place of mission? Where is God lading our heart and where has He placed you? These are things that have been on my mind today and the last few days. I can tell you that I enjoy coaching so much and it is a way for me to stay connected to the youth and kids that are out there. I am not sure what they think about me. I am sure that they think that I am a dork and that I am not cool. But I hope that they respect me and see something different in my life. I know that I care a lot about them and want the best for them in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see much potential in the lives of some teens. Others do not so what they could be doing in life and so I think that they do not care. Maybe people do not care about what they are thought of by others. That is something that can be great but it can also be not the best. We need to be independent but also at a point where we care what people think about us and want to put our best foot forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mission field? Maybe it is just to those that are around you. Sometimes that is the hardest place to ministry because people will see who we really are. The kids know that I am a pastor and where I went to school.  But I really want them to know how much we (I) care for them and want the best in their lives. That is why I push them to be their best and do their best in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later-&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-9180577985341556539?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/9180577985341556539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=9180577985341556539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/9180577985341556539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/9180577985341556539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/02/mission-field.html' title='mission field'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-4299394445020808906</id><published>2009-02-11T11:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:38:12.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>In the past year friends have come to mean something different to me. People that I was once close to have now moved farther away from me in the friend sphere. And those that I had thought of as farther away have moved closer in the sphere of friendship.  It just gives you a sense of how people and life move so fast that you need to try and keep in touch with those people. Two girls that worked with my wrestling team left because of some strife. It is sad to see these girls go because I had just started to build a relationship with them and they are great gals and I hope that they get involved in something that builds them up and not pulls them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is left on the wrestling season for us. We have had a good year not as great as we could have had. Some ups and some downs. I see many kids that could be great wrestlers but they do not want to put the time in during practice and get better. I see this in my own life so often. I know what it will take to develop into a strong follower of Christ but so often I do not do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page I  wrote about the Prodigal Son as I was reading a book on it. You can see you book in the upper right corner of my blog. Anyways as I was reading the book then going back to the scripture I noticed that there are three characters in the story. Which one was I? Back then and all my growing up, I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahve&lt;/span&gt; to say that I was the older brother like I am in real life. I would get so angry and upset that someone who spit into my fathers face by going out and living up life and not following Christ could get the same treatment as I was getting even though I never left His side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how was I any better then the brother that left and lived it up in the world? I was not, I still have sin in my heart towards those people that came back to Christ. So I to had to face the road back towards my father and beg for his forgiveness. But just like the story Christ was watching and waiting for me to come home and when He saw me coming a far was off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He ran after me&lt;/span&gt;. I think that that is something that cannot be over looked and is something that really hits me. That God did and does not wait for us to come all the way to Him but when I started for home and He saw me a long was off He ran towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do all I can to be glad and run towards those coming to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-4299394445020808906?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/4299394445020808906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=4299394445020808906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/4299394445020808906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/4299394445020808906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-6761305506593439127</id><published>2009-02-11T08:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:54:53.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Season</title><content type='html'>Here is a high light that I think will excite people I know it does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/media/video.jsp?mid=200809253550680"&gt;Denard Span&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for a new season to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets play two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-6761305506593439127?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/6761305506593439127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=6761305506593439127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6761305506593439127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/6761305506593439127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-season.html' title='New Season'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-8975467311121922794</id><published>2009-02-05T06:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:44:20.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><title type='text'>Last Post</title><content type='html'>In my last post I put up two videos. The song Give Me Your Eyes has got me to really think more on a topic that I had been thinking about recently. What is we really had the eyes of Christ? For real think about that. What would that actually do to us? We would have to change what we did every day. How we responded to people, how we listened to people. We not only would have the eyes of Christ but we would then need the hands, heart, ears, feet, mouth of Christ. Or maybe we would want to be blind and deaf again to the world so that our heart would stop hurting. Superman had supersonic hearing as well as the Long-Eared Gypsy. But Superman built the fortress of Solitude to get away from all the sounds that he would hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we might react if we actually had the Eyes of Christ. We might run because it would be to much to handle on our own. But I think that is why we have Christ on our side and ask for his grace and love for all people. I have wrestlers and managers that when I talk to them they break my heart. I cry for them, because they are in such a bad place and cannot get out. They are kids man, Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a choice since I recently asked for the Eyes of Christ. I can move to my Fortress of Solitude or I can get the rest of Christ and take it head on. Even if it breaks my heart to watch them suffer. I can buy a kid a burger right, or have kids over to my house to give them a safe zone to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thoughts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-8975467311121922794?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/8975467311121922794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=8975467311121922794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/8975467311121922794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/8975467311121922794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-post.html' title='Last Post'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-3216752742690655179</id><published>2009-02-04T21:15:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:31:09.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><title type='text'>New Videos</title><content type='html'>I really liked these so I thought I would share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTsYAZvHsEQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTsYAZvHsEQ"&gt;Give me Your Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8TMiBDEmC0"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8TMiBDEmC0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8TMiBDEmC0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2457428994889314885-3216752742690655179?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/3216752742690655179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=3216752742690655179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3216752742690655179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3216752742690655179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-videos.html' title='New Videos'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-3956364023125381589</id><published>2009-01-20T08:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:27:56.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Apart</title><content type='html'>I have been wondering things as of late. Not sure where to go or what to think. Within the "Christian" community there seems to be a gap. I guess it is hard to put words around this thought. You have some "Christians" that live life and try everything. They think that you should try it all if not why live. But when you say that where do you stop. Drugs, alcohol, sex? Then you have the other side that will not do these things. None of them and these "Christians" are called boring and are looked down upon in my opinion. Both sides are looked down upon I guess you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do we put the line? The bible talks about not getting drunk, but does it specifically say that we are not to drink at all? You would be hard pressed to convince people of this. People call themselves "Christian" but with all this pulling from one side to another I feel that people get the wrong impression of the name "Christian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I struggle, I am on the side where I guess I am no fun. I like to see that there is a difference in my life as in the world. Are we Holy, set apart for the service of God? Set apart from the world to that they can see a difference in our lives. Not that we are better and think that they are horrible but that they can see that we live our lives in a different way then the rest, then even many "Christians" do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the non-church world for a while has opened my eyes. People really do look at you and see what you are doing and how you react to things around you. My fellow workers, coaches, and wrestlers are always watching. What do I want them to see? I want them to see someone who is real, honest, and cares for people. Not someone who it fake and puts on a show for them so that they will like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what the answer is for you, I know that for me I need to be set apart, not "better then you". But different in a way that people can say, "I want to be like that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Brennan Manning's book: A Glimpse of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;" During what had become a long and lonely hour of prayer, I heard Jesus saying,'For love of you I left me Father's side. I came to you who ran from me, who fled me, who did not want to hear my name. For love of you I was covered with spit, punched and beaten, and fixed to the wood of a cross.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;RT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-3956364023125381589?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/3956364023125381589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=3956364023125381589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3956364023125381589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/3956364023125381589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/01/set-apart.html' title='Set Apart'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-7743277237721885182</id><published>2009-01-02T08:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:10:53.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>I am a huge twins fan. The twins need to sign Joe Crede to a deal. That is all I have to say. He has great defense and a good bat. I know that he needs to stay healthy for a team to really bite on a contract but that might be a reason to sign him. If we can give Nick Punto a 4 million dollar contract we can give Crede at least that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-7743277237721885182?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/7743277237721885182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=7743277237721885182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7743277237721885182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7743277237721885182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/01/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-1865468893016878244</id><published>2009-01-01T08:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:42:20.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coach'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>All this new year resolution stuff. Why do we do it? Most people make it about a month and then stop whatever it was they were wanting to change.  Is it because we have no control over our own bodies? I am not sure. I never make them because I know I will not keep them. Is that the right answer or not? I want to try writing on this blog more. I was out of commission for a while with no monitor. But now we are back with a small monitor thanks to Chris Trosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to keep in contact with friends more this year. People that I may have let slide by I would like to try and get back in touch with. But it seems that I never really have time to do all the things that I would want to do. But I hate that excuse, " I am so busy". To me that is just saying that you are not that important to me. We all have some free time and we choose to use it in a selfish manner instead of keeping in touch with those we care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying this right to myself because I am just as guilty of this as the next guy or gal. But we will see how this new year comes out. I know that for myself it was a good year.  Would like to see a championship by one of my teams (non fantasy) or the team I am currently working with. See others do great things and hope that I can be apart of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unitl next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-1865468893016878244?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/1865468893016878244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=1865468893016878244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/1865468893016878244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/1865468893016878244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-9127154425177565826</id><published>2008-11-29T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:47:29.623-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Quite a Shock!</title><content type='html'>Well about a year ago we bought a house. And about a week after that I went to Home Depot and bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GFCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outlets for my kitchen and bathrooms. I know nothing about switching this stuff and all. Putting it off like I do with most of the stuff that I do, I finally tried to put these things in and together last week. I tried one in the basement bathroom and it went well. It took me a while but I got it done all on my own. Then I thought that I would tackle the kitchen outlets. This was more complicated then I thought. Instead of the three wires that the basement had this one had 5 wires. I tried to do what I thought but to no avail it did not work. I decided to call my brother Tyler.  Now for those of you who doubt him he knows so much about everything it is scary. He was my savior and talked to me about it and what I was looking at and what I should try.  I got the one to work in the kitchen and it only took me one hour to do it.  Now most people use the saying, " I know just enough to be dangerous," well I don't even know that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I changed the rest of the outlets and did not get shocked!. That was my goal to not get shocked.  I had one outlet left and decided to change one that was broken in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;. I found the power source on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;breaker&lt;/span&gt; box and went to work on it, when I thought that I had fixed it I tried it and nothing.   And by the way it is a good idea to always make sure the power is off when you work on these.  I got shocked and it did not hurt as bad as I expected but still WOW.  But I could not get it to work so I left for my job with an outlet that does not work. Called Tyler on the way to work and told him what the problem was he talked to me about it and when I got home from work tried the things we talked about and it worked. So I tell all this to tell you that I am so happy that I have a brother that knows so much about so many things. He really is an amazing guy and does not get the credit he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt;. Tyler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an amazing guy and he is my brother and I would do anything for him.  Unless you really know someone and know what they are going through, then shut up.  Be a true friend and love them no matter what. This is something that i try to work on do not judge unless you want to be judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-9127154425177565826?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/9127154425177565826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=9127154425177565826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/9127154425177565826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/9127154425177565826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2008/11/quite-shock.html' title='Quite a Shock!'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-2280904709627495791</id><published>2008-11-14T07:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:08:36.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes full of Tears BUT Heart Full of Hope</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago this was the title to a sermon that I listened to.  With the closing of Vennard College coming down this week, this is how I feel. I am not sure what to think really. It does not seem real and almost a dream. To know that there will not be a place to go back to and visit friends and family. The place where I have made friends for life will no longer exists. Having been able to be a part of recruiting students that are married now. Mark and Tana. Meggan and Trevor, Adam and Krista and so on. Where would any of us be without Vennard. Most likely not friends, would we even know each other? BUT while my eyes are full of tears my heart is full of hope because God is doing something, what that is we will not know.  But something is happening through all this. Having worked there through the summers you get to know the staff and faculty well. You get to know what they go through for the students. It is amazing to know what they go through for you.  I will not share that because that is something that if they wanted us all to know they would tell you. It was all done in secret so that you would not have to know or worry. So this is to those that gave of so much so that for a little while GOD could shine through our lives. That is what my hope it. That we would would not let this die. That is what Vennard college gave us.  SO while my eyes are full of tears PLEASE let our hearts be so full of HOPE and not anger at what has happened but what can happen through us now. Pass on this HOPE not anger or fear. For Satan wants us to pass on fear not hope. It is ok to grieve but do not grieve as those who have no hope.  For we have hope beyond what the world has. Remember Eyes full of tears BUT our hearts SO FULL of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-2280904709627495791?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/2280904709627495791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=2280904709627495791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2280904709627495791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/2280904709627495791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes-full-of-tears-but-heart-full-of.html' title='Eyes full of Tears BUT Heart Full of Hope'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-736444426545214428</id><published>2008-11-04T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:47:32.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>voting</title><content type='html'>Well, I went today and did my civic duty and voted.  It was really easy until I got to the part where they split you up. Non-registered voters and registered voters. I have voted at this place before so I thought I was registered.  But when I got up there I found out that I needed to go register because I had moved. Now I am sure that when I updated my Drivers License that they asked if I wanted to update this as well. But alas it was to no avail. So then I had to got to the back of the line and start all over.  The line was long which is a good thing unless you are in a hurry. I was not so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. There were a few people that were in a hurry and it was funny how upset people can get when things do not move as fast as they need them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I finally registered to vote I was told to get into the next line and wait. Not a long  wait, but none the less a wait.  In the past year of election coverage you had really two choices for President neither I really like all that much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; you have to decide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Demorat&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebumblican&lt;/span&gt;. I also have the choice in a senate race here in Minnesota. Neither of who I am really encouraged by.  But that is the USA two canidates and two choices. I just wish that either side would tell the truth and say it like it is. I agree with Tristan who also has a blog on here. Say what you mean and stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of people voted today. Tall, short, fat, skinny, dark, light, and even people that cannot speak any english at all or even write. But we can all vote. WOW what a great nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-736444426545214428?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/736444426545214428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=736444426545214428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/736444426545214428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/736444426545214428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting.html' title='voting'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457428994889314885.post-7806964463864747036</id><published>2008-11-02T18:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:30:03.488-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog that I have really ever written. Not really sure if anyone will read this besides me. I recently read that blogging is supposed to help with stress in your life. I guess we will see. I do not really have any stress in my life yet. I know that I am ready for the election to be over. It just gets old trying to watch TV and hearing all the political ads.  That is all that I really have so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457428994889314885-7806964463864747036?l=abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/feeds/7806964463864747036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2457428994889314885&amp;postID=7806964463864747036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7806964463864747036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457428994889314885/posts/default/7806964463864747036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbasprodigalson.blogspot.com/2008/11/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053279891543213223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Xlg8LgKqts/SQ5A-hTuVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lBkLr5UmAVg/S220/misc.+153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
