Slightly Irregular!

(Slightly)

ir·regu·lar (i regyə lər)

adjective

  1. not conforming to established rule, method, usage, standard, etc.; out of the ordinary; anomalous.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Tattoo Evangelism!


Check out my post on the above subject over at Slightly Irreverent (www.slightlyirreverent.blogspot.com), seems like this is where it should be.

JN

Monday, August 17, 2009

POV!

Normally I don’t publish anonymous comments because, not to identify oneself suggests a bit of disingenuousness, which automatically reflects negatively on what the commenter has to say, valid or not. Although I guess there is a bit of validity in everything, depending upon one’s POV.

I have chosen to publish this comment, in part because, although not intended by the commenter, it helps to validate what I was trying to say. But, I’ll let you, the reader, be the judge, and whichever way you go will depend upon your POV as well. Not sure I understood the last sentence, but then I’m probably not thinking very logically, which admittedly, happens from time to time. Anyway, the anonymous comment can be found following The Naked Truth post below, July 16, or over at www.joenoland.blogspot.com for those of you receiving this otherwise.

JN

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Freddy!

For you TSA sports buffs out there check out this link featuring Freddy Freeman. He is the son of Fred Freeman, Soldier at Tustin Ranch Corps and grandson of TR Bandmaster Ed Freeman. He is also a Sr. Soldier of that corps.

The article is self-explanatory, but he was drafted high by the Atlanta Braves. Both he and his roommate, also featured, are both outspoken Christians. You will want to follow their progress via Google, odds being they will skip AAA ball going straight to the big leagues.

JN

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Grasping for Salvation!

New post over at www.therubicon.com. See how the quote, “If two wrongs don’t make a right, try three,” fits the title. Also check out other posts that are kicking up a bit of “Sound and Fury.”

JN

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Sigh!

The following is a comment I posted over at The Rubicon in reference to my post, Raised Up!

I hear the sighs all the way over here in Hawaii, added to my own. And I’m intrigued by where this discussion is leading with very insightful comments, deeply considered. Adam hits the nail right on the head with his reasoning about fear, our real nemesis in this TSA 21st Century. In the beginnings of any successful movement, risk is not only embraced; it is revered, thereby minimizing fear. During its puberty phase, bureaucracy, hierarchy (officership valued over lay leadership) and the safety of institutionalism begin to raise their ugly heads, growing unwieldy from there. I have quoted consistently in my blogs from two books on this subject: Self Renewal, John Gardener and Orbiting the Giant Hairball, Gordon MacKenzie. They inspired my own book on the same subject, Out of the Rubble…Revolution! Not yet published, although online in its entirety over at joenoland.com: Note how the one common chord holding the movement together, “LOVE” eventually metamorphoses into “FEAR!” Click on the "Self Renewal" link above and jump down to page 14, 15 where two attributes of self-renewing people: “Courage to fail” and “Love” can be found.

My greatest fear is that the right people are not reading these posts, nor paying attention to your comments, and that’s a shame. Hopefully, those who do will be tomorrow’s leaders. This is what keeps me writing. And, prayerfully, eventually The Rubicon (along with other cyberspace forums) will become a force to be reckoned with.

JN

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Heart, Hand & Soul!

“Heart to God, Hand to Man” is a song written and performed by Geoff Moore and the Distance. This Music Video was produced by The Salvation Army Northern California Division during my tenure as Territorial Program Secretary, with our total support. It can be found on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH8mJwHF_EY. It still has great value. Take advantage of it creatively. Worth a look and a listen.

In darkest England 1865,
a dismal slum of poverty.
A band of believers rescued from the night,
played songs of hope and offered light.

If a man is hungry,
give him food to eat.
If a stranger's thirsty,
give him drink.
If a woman's battered, if a child's abandoned,
bring them in,
give them what they need.

A heart to God and a hand to man,
here begins the healing of our land.
A heart to God and a hand to man,
I can still hear the Hallelujah band.
A heart to God and a hand to man.

Like an army marching as to war,
come to set the captives free.
The bread of life for the poorest of poor,
hear their cries, bringing relief.

If a man is hungry,
give him food to eat.
If a stranger's thirsty,
give him drink.
If a woman's battered, if a child's abandoned,
bring them in,
give them what they need.

A heart to God and a hand to man,
here begins the healing of our land.
A heart to God and a hand to man,
I can still hear the Hallelujah band.
A heart to God and a hand to man.

While women weep as they do now,
while children are hungry,
while hope can be found.
While one soul remains without light,
I will fight on, fight on,
I'll fight to the very end.

A heart to God and a hand to man,
here begins the healing of our land.
A heart to God and a hand to man,
I can still hear the Hallelujah band.
A heart to God and a hand to man.

Singing a heart to God and a hand to man,
here begins the healing of our land.
A heart to God and a hand to man,
I can still hear the Hallelujah band.

Singing a heart to God and a hand to man,
here begins the healing of our land.
A heart to God and a hand to man,
I can still hear the Salvation Army band.

JN