<?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-4945986173490140995</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:36:58.048-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='garbage'/><category term='moving'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='Rockwood'/><category term='Somoan'/><category term='GRDCAC Presentation'/><category term='news'/><category term='Family'/><category term='True Fasting'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Childrens Event'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='champion church'/><category term='Community Meals'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Scrapbooking'/><category term='Want Ad'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Food'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='Cultures'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Community Event'/><category term='Risk'/><category term='cake'/><category term='update'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='bible study'/><category term='Service'/><category term='Story of God'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Ministry'/><category term='Advent'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='party'/><category term='Isaiah'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Neighbors'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Partnerships'/><category term='guidance'/><category term='jumper'/><category term='Barberry'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='clean-up'/><category term='Leeland'/><category term='love'/><category term='Clear Creek'/><title type='text'>Barberrian Villagers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2393505072615635363</id><published>2010-10-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:35:37.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barberry'/><title type='text'>Reflection: Last 2 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/TK4StiDOvUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5zqVhHji-kM/s1600/P1010533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/TK4StiDOvUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5zqVhHji-kM/s320/P1010533.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;2008 was a year of excitement and uncertainty.  A vision and passion was on the heart of my then, fiancee David, and his friends to go and live missionally in the heart of Rockwood.  I was wrestling with the need and calling to be missional at the time so this idea was very intriguing to me.  Our imaginations spun as we tried to picture what this would look like in a tangible way - but we didn't know until we started.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;It was very humbling and inspiring to see the support that immediately surrounded us when we began.  From the support of the apartment management to the local churches who were interested in coming out and serving meals and doing children's activities, it was extremely encouraging to be surrounded by such strong support.   The momentum of the first year, doing meals every week definitely provided a strong adrenaline rush.  Half the time, I was not sure exactly what was happening - we didn't have specific methods or approaches - we simply ate meals with people and listened.  This led to many hearts opening up and relationships formed at increasingly deep levels.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;At times information people were sharing was so deep, I did not know what to do with it.  My own mind could not possibly wrap around the experiences that people had, and at my naive age of 20, I definitely did not have any wise answers that would solve any significant problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;This was when I realized the beauty and power of God's grace and His spirit that leads us in times when we feel completely inept.   Many a times, when sitting with a new friend, talking about life, I found myself completely in awe of the pain that a person could go through and still be alive.  Growing up in a safe Christian family, I could not possibly relate or understand the suffering, yet Jesus understood. He could relate.  And through His spirit that is in me, I could listen.  The spirit gave words to say and when it was time for someone else to speak into someones life, the spirit led that too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;It was incredible seeing how the spirit worked to touch hearts.  No amount of explaining or persuading could lead to the change from within that I have seen the spirit do at Barberry.   The most beautiful thing of it all is that in the moments where I felt like I had nothing to offer- no strength to listen or patience to answer, when I felt like running away and hiding-that was when God did the most significant work.  It was significant not only for the person who I would be with at the time, but especially signficant for me.  I was pushed and stretched way beyond the limits that I thought I had.  My limits of patience, self-control, love, and grace.  In those moments, it was definitely not I, but Christ who lives in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;And now, even though David and I have moved, our lives will continue to be shaped and impacted by our two years at Barberry.  H&lt;/span&gt;aving seen what could happen when we let God direct our lives, we are forever impacted. Although we may be in completely different contexts from here on out, the values of community and power of surrendering to Christ and trusting that the spirit will lead us on - give us the strength, patience, and love, have become a core part of our understanding.  Although at times it is hard to see, we will trust and be open to whatever God has for us next.&lt;br /&gt;-Elena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2393505072615635363?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2393505072615635363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2393505072615635363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2393505072615635363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2393505072615635363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflection-last-2-years.html' title='Reflection: Last 2 Years'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/TK4StiDOvUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5zqVhHji-kM/s72-c/P1010533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3790206871125236894</id><published>2010-08-19T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:54:45.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Ministry</title><content type='html'>All summer a small group of us have been holding a kids ministry on Saturdays at Barberry.  For an hour before it starts we jog up and down the apartment steps letting the residence know what we're doing.  This is the kid round up time.  We then set up a few things on the grassy area by the mail boxes; a card table, bubbles, coloring books, beach balls, etc.  We also have a huge parachute which has become the icon of the kids ministry.  Everyone loves the parachute and begs to open it. &lt;br /&gt;The most loved game is called shark.  The kids taught me this.  We all sit down in a circle with our legs under the parachute and shake it as hard as we can.  Under the parachute several kids, "sharks," crawl around looking for legs to pull under.  This is one of my favorite aspects of being a leader.  You're the one they always attack.  You never stay dry in any water fight and you definitely never wonder if a shark will take you under.  I feel some little hands grab my ankles and I yell for the life guards.  They love this.  I love this. &lt;br /&gt;After we exhaust them in play we sit down on a blanket or on top the parachute.  This is the reason we are here.  We pull out pictures and Bibles and begin telling them stories about God.  We tell them about creation; who made the clouds in the sky, the grass we sit on, and the neighbors cat.  We talk to them about sin, forgiveness, and a man up on a cross.  We emphasize this great love of God.  I have stopped feeling so shocked at their questions.  We ask them, "Who wants to pray?"  There hands shoot up.  When I call on one he looks away shyly saying he never has before and doesn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I started this ministry I did it because God laid it on my heart.  It was not because I especially liked kids.  Actually, I regularly told people I was "not a kids person."  How do you interact with a kid?  I hated baby talk.  Plus I reasoned, you cannot have an intellectual conversation about politics with a five year old.  But I have learned, when God tells you to do something, you just do it.  The day after our first event someone at church asked me how it went.  I started crying.  I was the leader and I felt so...inadequate. &lt;br /&gt;These days I hear squeals when I come, doors burst open, and joy explodes across faces.  They run to me jumping up and down and hugging my legs.  They sit on my lap and trace my face.  The quieter ones look up at me and slide their tiny hands into mine.  It took time, and a persistent willingness to obey the Lord, for my heart to catch up with my actions.  But it did.  All over my thoughts, all over my life, I find their footprints.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday a mother came up to me asking questions.  When I told her it was over in two weeks she looked so disappointed.  I explained I was taking 6 weeks off then was hoping to start it again as an after school event.  She looked around Barberry.  "We're moving in a week.  I don't want my boys to grow up here."  She explained why; the fights, the drugs, etc.  Then she looked at me, "Can I bring them back?  I'd do that.  I take them to church you know.  I want my boys here."&lt;br /&gt;Lately after the story time the older kids have been staying.  While the others jump up and play they stay asking questions about God, leaning in, listening, drinking in the Words of God.  Cylent is around 11 or 12.  He stayed for a long time last week wanting to understand about forgiveness.  He was ready, wanting, hungry.  We prayed with him.  He asked God to forgive him for all the things he'd done that he knew were wrong.  He asked God to come into his life and make him new.  He asked God to help him walk down the right path.  The path of life.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;This is why God called me to stay.  I'll continue school here while dwelling in the place he's set on my heart.  This broken loved place.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3790206871125236894?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3790206871125236894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3790206871125236894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3790206871125236894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3790206871125236894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/08/kids-ministry.html' title='Kid&apos;s Ministry'/><author><name>ForLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05821612877800137152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2065250846922132980</id><published>2010-07-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:47:32.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>In early May as I began to mentally compose the summer kids ministry God gave me a picture for the summer.  It was the scene in which Jesus took a midnight stroll across a lake.  As the apostles where in the boat fighting the waves "Jesus was about to pass by" but their fear of him stopped Jesus.  Jesus turned and looked at them.  It startles me, scares me, awes me, settles my anxious heart to see him there, standing in the wind and waves....looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;Rockwood is full, bursting, ripe, white for the harvest.  In January of this year God asked me to face my fears.  So I began the street ministry.  Now I fall all over myself in love with these people.  Last week while I stood on the corner with one of my favorite ladies she pointed out a group of guys walking past and related the story of the man they beat up the night before.  At the same time a stream of sirens blared past on their way to the store behind us.  Another robbing, another beating, another proof of brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;God gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have ever lasting life.  Christ died for them.  So we live, and walk, and breath, and love our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met Elena she said, "There's something special about Rockwood."  I agree.  That's why we're all here.  His blood pumps through these streets.&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday marked the halfway point of the summer kids ministry.  Kristine couldn't sleep Friday night thinking about Barberry, worrying over "our" kids.  I took my turn Saturday night.  Early in the morning I gave up.  At the top of a cliff above the Columbia River I watched the sun rise over the eastern mountains.  I thought about Rockwood, Barberry, Colorado.  Face after face came through my mind.  People that I've grown to love here.  One's that don't know Christ, yet are so close.  If only I could stay in their lives a little longer. My move to Colorado takes place in five weeks.  Two days after the last kids event.  How do I leave the people of Rockwood?  How do I leave the kids of Barberry?  I desperately want to bring them Christ.  I long for them to have what I have.  I want to stay in their lives; a protective mentoring shield.  The little ones look up at me with big hopeful eyes and slide their tiny hands into mine.  I think my chest aches 90% of the time now.&lt;br /&gt;To trust God means to trust Him in the details of life.  Right now, for me, it is with my move and new place in life.  Mostly, it is to trust Him with the lives I am leaving behind.&lt;br /&gt;Last week the Samoan family lost their little eighteen month old Vie.  She drowned in the pool on Thursday.  In the months and years to come whoever read this please pause and pray for them.  Pray they will be drawn to God through this and that they will recognize the difference between the lies of the enemy and His true voice.  Pray they will know the depths of God's love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea (Summer Kid's Zone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2065250846922132980?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2065250846922132980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2065250846922132980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2065250846922132980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2065250846922132980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/07/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>ForLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05821612877800137152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-406408844625778411</id><published>2010-07-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:26:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Peter 2:12</title><content type='html'>My favorite class I had ever taken as I went through public school and finished with a mix of community college and bible college was a philosophy or religions class at the community college. It provided a couple of my favorites together: unbelievers and open discussions on theology and philosophy. At then end of the course I found myself sitting across a very astute new age agnostic over drinks. His family was heavily religious of some Christian flavor, and his father was a pastor. He rejected his upbringing and put me in corner with this question: "Have you ever seen the waiting lines for the uninsured trying to get on state health insurance?" "How could a whole cross section of the US be so opposed to helping people with such basic needs as health care?" Sadly, I did not really have anything to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later I live with a group of believers reaching out to the poor through the apartment complex initiative. Compassion connect also puts on free health care clinics to serve some of the most broken. If the question ever comes again I am ready to boast about: Milan, Jennifer, David &amp;amp; Elena, Josh, Tyrone... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 peter 2:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dan Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-406408844625778411?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/406408844625778411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=406408844625778411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/406408844625778411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/406408844625778411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-peter-212.html' title='1 Peter 2:12'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-6972732125695219406</id><published>2010-07-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:01:29.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Fruit of Divine Love and Patience</title><content type='html'>After I posted &lt;a href="http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/06/ministry-at-barberry-while-raising.html"&gt;Dan's perspective on doing ministry at Barberry with children&lt;/a&gt;, I recieved a text message from a friend who was going to return a scarf we left at his house. He said he would swing by the apartments this week. My first thought was "How will we ever coordinate being home when he can stop by?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, it doesn't even matter! Without a second thought I told him he could leave the scarf with neighbors anywhere around us. Yes, in Rockwood. At Barberry Village. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I clicked send, it sunk in how radical this is. How many people can even say that in their comfortable safe suburban neighborhoods? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a difference a healthy amount of Divine love and patience through sacrifice can make -&amp;nbsp;in any community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-6972732125695219406?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/6972732125695219406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=6972732125695219406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6972732125695219406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6972732125695219406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/07/fruit-of-divine-love-and-patience.html' title='Fruit of Divine Love and Patience'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-1847848748909259274</id><published>2010-06-28T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:20:43.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risk'/><title type='text'>Ministry at Barberry While Raising Children</title><content type='html'>This week Dan Johnson is sharing his unique perspective as a member of the ministry team here at Barberry Village while also being the father of a young family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I grew up in the suburbs and became accustomed to an isolated life with almost no contact with my neighbors growing up. I am now married and have a 2 year old son, and a newborn baby girl. We live in a poor part of town with crime rates that make most people from the suburbs a bit uncomfortable. For God so loved the world that he sent his only son... to a world that rejected him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are are constantly reminded of the dangers surrounding our children. We also know that the work of the Kingdom of God is far above our preferences. We are thankful that we have a team of believers here working together for the Kingdom. This team makes up our extended family, and our son knows each of these members by name and loves them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son (and daughter) are growing up in an area with poor schools, high crime neighborhoods, and no enclosed backyard to play in. We are careful to exercise caution to keep our children safe from sexual predators, bullies, and more. However, our children will have the advantage of seeing parents that are reaching out to the poor, widows, and the orphans outside of their home. To us it is no surprise that the happiest of children are among the poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel, Jennifer, James, &amp;amp; baby Hannah Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-1847848748909259274?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/1847848748909259274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=1847848748909259274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1847848748909259274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1847848748909259274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/06/ministry-at-barberry-while-raising.html' title='Ministry at Barberry While Raising Children'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3015795419615362031</id><published>2010-06-21T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:53:14.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clear Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>A Lesson in Community</title><content type='html'>This week&amp;nbsp;Kurt, a&amp;nbsp;fellow laborer in the Kingdom, shared some reflections on how he had been impacted through involvement at Barberry Village. He helps lead a small group at Clear Creek Community Church, which is one of the handful of churches in the area that has been seeking to embrace our apartment complex with loving arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let him tell you the rest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have had the privilege of serving along side the team at Barberry Village for a couple of years now and the impact to my soul has been huge. Until just a couple of years ago, when I first heard of the "mission to the village", I had never given much thought to the community beyond the Compassion Rockwood event held annually at PLS and that was just one day a year. The only thoughts if any that would come to my mind, was “it’s not my backyard” or “this” is a rough community. I would continue to drive through the area, sometimes daily, without much thought about the individual lives that reside there. My world was 4 miles away in a “different” community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first opportunity to visit Barberry came at a community meal that my small group offered to provide and serve. I had apprehensions about what to expect while there. To my soul’s relief (first to discover that my fears were silly), I met wonderful people who really just wanted to reach out and find other souls to relate to. To me, that’s what serving at Barberry is, reaching out to meet other’s where they are. Since that first meal, I have really enjoyed the sense that showing up at the community is about meeting other people, getting to know them and finding out that they are my neighbors in this world we’re all trying to survive in. Many of us are experiencing the same hurts, frustrations and challenges in life, some of us just have a prettier picture to hang on the wall for others to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since serving at Barberry, my “community” has grown. I recognize that I need to reach out to neighbors closer to home, I need to be open to meeting new people and reaching out to souls wherever I am and not to “drive” through life with such a narrow focus on myself. Barberry has taught me to open my eyes to those that Jesus died to save. ALL! I with to thank the team at Barberry Village and those in the community that taught me what God’s community is all about! People loving people no matter where they are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3015795419615362031?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3015795419615362031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3015795419615362031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3015795419615362031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3015795419615362031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/06/lesson-in-community.html' title='A Lesson in Community'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3739766019471102399</id><published>2010-06-03T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:07:29.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childrens Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Prayer for a Barberrian Summer</title><content type='html'>A passionate women from one of the local churches has committed to investing in youth outreach weekly throughout the summer. We are all excited by the energy, creative, and dedication that she brings to bless the Barberry Village community. We'll be posting more about this, including stories and pictures, but for now I wanted to share her prayer for the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father for my children I pray that you guide me every day. Every step of the way. I have no hidden agenda except that they see you face to face. That their little hearts will know this great love. Let your words come out of my mouth. Show me your love for them. Rest your spirit on me. Flow it consistently out of me. Let me see them through your eyes. Open up this place. Rest your spirit in their heart. Give me your heart. But only enough that I do not break apart. Show me your love for them. Teach me how to teach them. Give me your thoughts. Let my life reflect you so much that they find you in me. God this is my prayer, that I walk every single step WITH you. You hem me in, behind and before. Go before me Lord. Let your love, your spirit, break their chains, break the bondages. Break them Lord. Bring your little ones to me. Call them by name. For you are Great. Mighty is the Lord. There is no one like you God. How precious to me are your thoughts Oh God, how vast is the sum of them. If I were to count them they would outnumber the grains of the sands.&lt;br /&gt;“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is there your heart will be also.” “I tell you, do not worry about your life…Look at the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?…See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field.. will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry…(about the details) for your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well.”&lt;br /&gt;And he sent them out in two’s. “As you go, preach this message: ‘The kingdom of heaven is near.’ Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give.” “And even the hairs of your head are all numbered…So do not be afraid” “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” Jesus called a little child and had him stand among them.. “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone cause one of these little ones who believes in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and drowned in the depths of the sea.” “If two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my father in heaven.” “For where two or more come together in my name, there I am with them.” “It is written, my house will be called a house of prayer.” “From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise.” “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all you mind.”&lt;br /&gt;“If I say, ‘I will not mention him or speak anymore in his name,’ his word is in my heart like a fire. A fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in. Indeed I cannot.”&lt;br /&gt;I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms..” Father continue revealing to us how you want us to pray for Barberry. Teach us how to pray against the spiritual forces of evil. God make light what is hidden and give me perfect wisdom. Protect my team, protect my kids, protect the Barberry team. Give us a warrior’s heart. Break the chains! Destroy the lies! “..Therefore put on the full armor of God so that when the day of evil comes you may be able to stand your ground and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist…” Give me your truth God. Show me your truths. When I read your word open it to me so that it pierces my mind and heart. Show me what you long to reveal. Show me your ways Oh Lord, teach me your decrees. Give me understanding according to your word. Direct my footsteps. Let no sin rule over me. You are the one I seek. Expose the lies I’m not even aware I’m believing. “..with the breastplate of righteousness in place..” Help me live a life of purity. Purity of my hands, purity of my thoughts. Give me strength and steadfast persistence to live a life of righteousness, of purity. Careful little mouth what you say. “..and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace..” I choose to live for the gospel at any given moment. Yes Lord, speak to me and I will listen. Where you go..I will go, what you say..I will say, what you do..I will do. “..In addition to all this take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one…” I hold out my faith as a shield against the lies, the condemnation, the guilt, of the enemy. I hold out my faith against any lie that you are not good. Oh Lord I know that you are good. “Take the helmet of salvation..” Thank you for the cross. Thank you that I no longer have to live under the old covenant. Thank you for what has been given because of your life and death. Thank you Father. Thank you. God, how do I reveal this to your little ones? How Father? How do I show them…you? Open up their hearts Father. Let your spirit wash over them. Come to them as they dream, as they wake, and drift asleep. You are the only one that can truly speak to their hearts. God I ask that they will understand you in ways I have never known. “..and the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God..” Father your words are a sword. Engrave them on my mind and heart that I may use them daily to destroy the enemy and encourage your people. “..And pray in the spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints. Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel…Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.” Father do not let me teach any word that is not of you. If I am not sure of a teaching or not sure that I accurately understand your word, I ask Father that you will point this out to me and that I will not teach it. Give me wisdom Father. Discernment. Whether I turn to the right or the left let me hear your voice behind me saying, “This is the way. Walk in it.“ A student is not above his teacher and a servant is not above his master. You are my teacher and I am your servant. Let me only go where you lead. Let me only teach what you have already taught. &lt;br /&gt;Then with your truth, with your words, with your leading, with your spirit, with your love, make me/us BOLD and COURAGEOUS, stouthearted and persistent. &lt;br /&gt;God all of us working at Barberry need to bathe ourselves in prayer. Put your spirit on us. Give us WISDOM. Protect us. Let your Holy Spirit FLOW out of us. I ask that multitudes will come to know you because of us. Cause this summer to be what it was always meant to be. What do you want out of this summer Father? God I ask that this summer will be the boiling over point of all the prayers that have been offered up in this place. That is what I ask Father! God, how big do you want us to pray? Pray for the impossible. Nothing is impossible for him who believes. I pray that every single person who wants you, longs for you, searches for you…finds you. Holy Spirit, this summer, &lt;br /&gt;FALL on this place…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3739766019471102399?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3739766019471102399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3739766019471102399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3739766019471102399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3739766019471102399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/06/prayer-for-barberrian-summer.html' title='Prayer for a Barberrian Summer'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2729671319582091190</id><published>2010-03-10T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:01:13.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>"Story of God" at Barberry Village</title><content type='html'>We as a community at Barberry Village have been doing a study called "Story of God". As you might guess, it is an overview of  Genesis to Revelations. We just hit the beginning of the new Testament; the virgin birth of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our neighbors we have been  building a relationship with is a middle aged devout Roman Catholic  women. One of the other neighbors is a recovering drug and alcohol addict who has  been totally burned by Christianity and the "church", is skeptical at every turn, and has more questions then answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two  lightening rods were almost enough to  bring the building down within the first 10 minutes. I thought for sure one, or both, were never going to come back again.&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Spirit pulled the group  together and the last hour and a half was so full of joy, love, laughter  and grace. By the end of it the women was laughing at the guys jokes  and he was taken aback by a humble apology on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the  time I prayed at the end I was on the verge of tears over how much joy  and love was in the room. Such beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a stodgy boring Bible Study here at the Barberry Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2729671319582091190?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2729671319582091190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2729671319582091190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2729671319582091190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2729671319582091190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/03/story-of-god-at-barberry-village.html' title='&quot;Story of God&quot; at Barberry Village'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-5929590786718464513</id><published>2010-03-02T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:03:11.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-connections</title><content type='html'>When we first moved into Barberry in 2008, we naturally made a connection with our neighbors who lived right underneath us.  An inter-generational family of grandma, mom, and young daughter who were very open and excited to meet friendly neighbors who they could trust and spend time with.  The young daughter would come to the children's events, participate in many crafts and activities with much eagerness to learn.  She was nearing 5 years old when the family ended up moving.  We were sad to see them move, especially since the relationship was leading towards more discussions of faith, life, and purpose, but unfortunately moving is in deed a fact of life.  We said our goodbyes, not expecting to ever see each other again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come February 2010, on a typical Monday, Josh finds a note on his door as he returns from work.  This note wasn't one we ever expected.  It was a note from the family.  Written on pink paper, the note said the family remembers and misses us, and would like to reconnect. They left their phone number and request to re-unite contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called and was blessed to hear how the family is doing. Mom was very proud of her daughter, who is attending school and is one of the top readers in her first grade class. The family is closely connected and feels very fondly about the school. Mom said her daughter thinks about us and would like to visit us soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were absolutely thrilled to hear that this family has kept us in their hearts, even as we were apart for over a year.  We invited them to come to the next community meal and will be connected regarding upcoming children's events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just amazing seeing how God reunites people according to His will. No doubt that God has a reason for them contacting us - so far its been a clear blessing and encouragement to us, but I have a feeling there is more to it than just that. Please pray that God will continue leading this relationship in His purposeful direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-5929590786718464513?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/5929590786718464513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=5929590786718464513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/5929590786718464513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/5929590786718464513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/03/re-connections.html' title='Re-connections'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7463327764781812969</id><published>2010-02-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:40:56.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRDCAC Presentation'/><title type='text'>Gresham Redevelopment Commission Advisory Committee Presentation</title><content type='html'>We recently presented to the Gresham Redevelopment Commission Advisory Committee (that's a mouth full) concerning the work God has been doing through our lives at Barberry Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting one slide at a time with a short description and comments as they relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is to clearly communicate a more coherent and full story of the work happening at Barberry Village, in contrast to the snapshots that you normally see on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your thoughts, comments, and questions along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7463327764781812969?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7463327764781812969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7463327764781812969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7463327764781812969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7463327764781812969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/02/gresham-redevelopment-commission.html' title='Gresham Redevelopment Commission Advisory Committee Presentation'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-8651282886112867660</id><published>2010-02-22T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:27:00.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Barberrian Birthday Cause</title><content type='html'>I have given countless hours to the cause and I would be honored  if you would join me in celebrating my birthday by giving to the cause. Just click:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/causes/birthdays/279414"&gt;Apartment Complex Initiative at Barberry Village&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-8651282886112867660?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/8651282886112867660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=8651282886112867660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/8651282886112867660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/8651282886112867660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-barberrian-birthday-cause.html' title='My Barberrian Birthday Cause'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7841836101620854827</id><published>2010-01-18T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:45:24.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leeland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Barberrian Villagers Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoVIJ4CnQlk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoVIJ4CnQlk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a great song to go with my post "&lt;a href="http://perpetualanticipation.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-live-there-why.html"&gt;You live there!? Why?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You lived among the least of these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weary and the weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it would be a tragedy for me to turn away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my needs you have supplied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was dead you gave me life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I not give it away so freely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll follow you into the homes that are broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow you into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the needs for the poor and the needy God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow you into the World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use my hands, use my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make your kingdom come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the corners of the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until your work is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause Faith without works is dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the cross your blood was she'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how could I not give it away so freely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll follow you into the homes that are broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow you into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the needs for the poor and the needy God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow you into the World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(X2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give all myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give all myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give all myself... to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I give all myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I give all myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I give all myself... to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll follow you into the homes that are broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow you into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the needs for the poor and the needy God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow you into the World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(X2)&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Leeland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7841836101620854827?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7841836101620854827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7841836101620854827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7841836101620854827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7841836101620854827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/01/barberrian-villagers-anthem.html' title='Barberrian Villagers Anthem'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7579459631725542743</id><published>2010-01-10T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:48:28.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barberry'/><title type='text'>2010 Already?!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since our last post, and as you can imagine a lot has happened - and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two seasons have proved to show how many people there are in the Rockwood community who care about it and are doing great works on behalf of their love for this area.  We have had the opportunity to attend a Rockwood Neighborhood Association meeting in November and meet many people who have roots here and are engaging in making a positive difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was held at Rockwood's new Salvation Army Youth Center, home of this winter's Good Shepherd Christmas party, which many families from Barberry attended.  It is so great to partner with passionate believers to serve God's kingdom! The event was filled with much joy and laughter. It was especially encouraging seeing youth (and we're talking young kids in elementary and middle school) participate in leading activities! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barberry has naturally seen a lot of changes with several residents moving out and new ones moving in.  Thanks to the community meals and several intentional moves, we were able to connect with a few women who have moved in within the past month.  One of them will be attending our first Bible study meeting of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Bible study, this will also be a new blessing to our team.  Josh will be leading the Story of God study with the team and residents who we've built relationships with.  We will be having this Bible study every other week and ask for your prayers.  There has been some time since the last Bible study sessions (several months) and this is a clear need and desire of many.  Please pray for wisdom, strength and guidance for Josh as he leads this even as he is working full-time and going to school.  We are also still brainstorming ways to accomodate childcare during this time.  Please pray that God will send the right people to help with that.  If you or someone you know is interested in supporting us in this way, please get in touch with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year continues, we are always looking for groups who would like to come and share in this ministry by sponsoring a meal.  Meals are an incredible opportunity to build relationships with residents and are an important part of the Barberry community. If you would like to join and support the ministry by hosting a meal, please contact Josh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we would like to thank everyone who has been supporting us in 2009.  Through your prayers, donations, and time many lives were impacted for God's kingdom.  We have been greatly encouraged in the love of Christ that dwells in His believers - a love that compels to move and share, a love that multiplies.  Through your prayers and presence, in unity, God's work is being done. It has been especially exciting to see the unity of the body of Christ in action.  Thank you for being a living example of this beauty!  Our prayer is that the unity of believers will continue to grow in 2010 so that many more will be won for the kingdom.  Thank you for being a part of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7579459631725542743?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7579459631725542743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7579459631725542743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7579459631725542743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7579459631725542743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-already.html' title='2010 Already?!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3550505851192780068</id><published>2009-10-25T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:56:04.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Power of a Birthday</title><content type='html'>Most of us remember waiting anxiously for our birthdays to come around - we would spend time thinking and planning on what kind of themed birthday we'd have, what kind of gifts we'd request, what meal mom would make, etc. Regardless the traditions, most of us would agree, a birthday is a special time in ones life.  Of course the older you get, the less meaningful these birthday parties become (facing the reality of what age you're becoming can bee intimidating), but even so, there is something special about celebrating ones life with close friends and family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, it is easy to take a birthday party for granted. I mean, doesn't everyone have a birthday? Wouldn't everyone have a birthday party? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barberry reality hits.  Not everyone has reliable family and friends to spend a birthday with. Not everyone has the luxury of getting their wish granted on their birthday.  Not everyone has a happy birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This October, two of our friends at Barberry had birthdays coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a man who, through his broken past of drug-addict parents and unreliable friends, never had a happy birthday. At a game night, he came up to one of the guys and mentioned that.  What does one do when an adult man in his late twenties mentions that he has never had a birthday party - and in his voice you can hear his longing for being recognized on his day of birth? It became very clear that night what needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through strategic planning - the party came and it was beautiful! One of the gifts he received was The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis - which was a book (and what are the chances) he almost read while he was in jail. We have been praying for him and know that God is working in his heart - please join us in praying for him and his family.  I have no doubt that God has great plans to use him for His kingdom. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SuSfK71Zz7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tinqUmVHU_M/s1600-h/Life+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SuSfK71Zz7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tinqUmVHU_M/s320/Life+172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396613263705886642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second birthday that happened this year was for a woman who has grown dear to our hearts this past year.  Linda is a woman who regardless of her disabilities, has God's love in her heart.  Everywhere she goes, whoever she meets, she tells them not only how beautiful and precious they are, but also that she loves them and that God loves them.  She lives with her mother at Barberry, and mentioned to us a few months ago that her birthday was October 18th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through collaboration with her mother, her family and the group here joined for a joyous birthday for Linda, daughter of the King of Kings.  We made it a point to focus on the fact that she in indeed a princess - daughter of the Greatest King.  She was all smiles and happily devoured the cake, which Jenn made from scratch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the joy of all of this, is not that these individuals receive the joy of having a birthday celebration in and of itself.  The love of God was shining brightly for everyone - from the birthday guest, to their families, and to all of us Christians. The love and joy that fill a room when a person is intentionally loved in a way that we all often take for granted - through the simplest thing - a birthday party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these reflections speak to you as strongly as they spoke to me.  Everyone was created with the strong desire to be known, to be recognized, and to be celebrated.  Those of us who have families (immediate, extended, friends, church family) are blessed to live with this need met.  Let us strive to love others the way they were created to be loved. Let us love others so that they may know that Christ loves them. It is no wonder why the Bible mentions time and again that the greatest is love. Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3550505851192780068?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3550505851192780068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3550505851192780068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3550505851192780068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3550505851192780068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/10/power-of-birthday.html' title='The Power of a Birthday'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SuSfK71Zz7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tinqUmVHU_M/s72-c/Life+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2847149925920422005</id><published>2009-10-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:20:39.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community of Love and Care</title><content type='html'>Community of love and care&lt;br /&gt;The shell speaks don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;But underneath the intimidation&lt;br /&gt;Is a beautiful creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the hurt and struggle&lt;br /&gt;There is a small bubble&lt;br /&gt;Of hope that's been plagued with rejection&lt;br /&gt;Even filled with infection&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who can heal? &lt;br /&gt;Who can peel&lt;br /&gt;The layer of destruction&lt;br /&gt;And fill it with God's love and grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an enormous challenge that man cannot face alone&lt;br /&gt;When the human heart, when the bubble is turned into stone&lt;br /&gt;The power and love of the Holy Spirit comes in the form of hug&lt;br /&gt;And then begins to melt away the pain&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit comes as rain&lt;br /&gt;The tears are flowing&lt;br /&gt;The light is showing&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes in many colors, love shines.&lt;br /&gt;It is divine.&lt;br /&gt;Christ love is what changes stones into love.&lt;br /&gt;Christ love is what changes infection into perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Christ love comes &lt;br /&gt;And builds &lt;br /&gt;A community of love and care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2847149925920422005?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2847149925920422005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2847149925920422005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2847149925920422005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2847149925920422005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/10/community-of-love-and-care.html' title='Community of Love and Care'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2837657530489940002</id><published>2009-10-06T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:53:01.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somoan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Somoan Neighbors</title><content type='html'>One of our favorite things about Barberry is enjoying the diversity of culture, specifically when it involves food. A Pineapple Pie from some Somoans in the community was delicious! They have such beautiful families that we all have bonded with in one way or another - be it discussions with the adults or hanging out with their kids. Even though they are going through some economic hardships, they always have a story to tell and something to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coming home and chatting with our Somoan neighbors. It always brings a smile to my face &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SsvXUJ9c03I/AAAAAAAAAmE/OXNjnXk9aks/s1600-h/apartment+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SsvXUJ9c03I/AAAAAAAAAmE/OXNjnXk9aks/s320/apartment+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389638120349946738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SsvXUx9bwyI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6lZGSYGvV54/s1600-h/apartment+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SsvXUx9bwyI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6lZGSYGvV54/s320/apartment+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389638131087295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2837657530489940002?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2837657530489940002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2837657530489940002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2837657530489940002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2837657530489940002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/10/samoan-neighbors.html' title='Somoan Neighbors'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SsvXUJ9c03I/AAAAAAAAAmE/OXNjnXk9aks/s72-c/apartment+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-842655398037317118</id><published>2009-08-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:12:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God comes through!</title><content type='html'>When we are in are most trying times, it almost always seems as if God comes through. This should come as no surprise, but for some reason it usually does, at least to me. When"we are week, He is strong."&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been trying, as others have shared, we are discovering that being here for the long haul takes more commitment then we "expected." We always talk about having no expectations of what will happen, but they slip in some how. It seems the more I try to make something as simple as playing disc golf with a neighbor happen the more I fail. If the key point of being here is to develop relationships then why is it so hard I have often asked myself.....Well this last week God allowed for some awesome relationship building. After months of trying to get together with one of our neighbors it happened. The guy actually took the initiative and planned it out for us almost! And we were able to play Disc golf and talk about Christ(thanks to one of the dudes here with the gift of evangelism). We are looking forward to doing this again this coming week. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;Also, God has really been opening doors with the neighbors who live below us. Friday night I was able to play catch with the dads that live there and that opened doors for lots of relationships and conversations to take place over the rest of the weekend. It is amazing how God comes in at just that right time and reminds us that HE alone is in control!&lt;br /&gt;Thans for you prayers! May God richly bless you in his grace and mercy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-842655398037317118?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/842655398037317118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=842655398037317118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/842655398037317118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/842655398037317118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-comes-through.html' title='God comes through!'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-6079180843463058113</id><published>2009-08-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:07:44.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childrens Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clear Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partnerships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Backyard Bible Blast!</title><content type='html'>Just over a week ago we had a big group from Clear Creak Community Church put on a Backyard Bible Blast at Barberry village (that's some nice alliterations!). It was a great spin on the typical VBS. Instead of bringing neighbors to their building (they don't even have a building anyhow, they meet in a gym of a local school), they brought games, music, crafts, food, fun, relationship, and the Gospel TO the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all felt like it was a huge success. The kids were comfortable, and many adults wandered over during the story/worship time. For those of us that live there, it was a perfect context to go deeper and more intentional in the relationships with families. Many of the Clear Creekers have (and plan to continue) contributing to the regular community meals at Barberry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-8gK834I/AAAAAAAAAkc/dpphGgsPtYg/s1600-h/group+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-8gK834I/AAAAAAAAAkc/dpphGgsPtYg/s400/group+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371737664695099266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-9YdbmpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/SqKB0wNQ4ZI/s1600-h/games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-9YdbmpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/SqKB0wNQ4ZI/s400/games.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371737679804996242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-9vIm68I/AAAAAAAAAks/J_TGm42Hiqg/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-9vIm68I/AAAAAAAAAks/J_TGm42Hiqg/s400/music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371737685891673026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-6079180843463058113?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/6079180843463058113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=6079180843463058113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6079180843463058113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6079180843463058113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/08/backyard-bible-blast.html' title='Backyard Bible Blast!'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/Sow-8gK834I/AAAAAAAAAkc/dpphGgsPtYg/s72-c/group+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-1104813736564982134</id><published>2009-08-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:40:37.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trying Time</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe, but the Barberrian Villagers are nearing their one year anniversary of serving and living at Barberry Village.  The year has been full of challenges, excitement, and all the complicated yet wonderful things living in an intentional community could bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most relationships and things in life, the first six months were full of wonder and exploration, everything seemed new and fulfilling. Challenges were faced head on and energy was strong. The second six months, the energy slowly declined, especially when clear obstacles appeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, we are near the one year point, the point where we must ask ourselves - what are we doing, why are we doing it, and where are we hoping to go from here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ponder this, and many of us wrestle with burnout and whether or not this is a worthwhile endeavor - whether or not this is where Christ can best use us - we must refocus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of this? As a romantic relationship initiates, it is often sweet and full of suprises, give it time and it becomes the norm, becomes comfortable and can sometimes lose its excitement factor. I believe this happens in ministry too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at a point where Barberry is no longer a new ministry. We've been doing it for a while, we have seen the good and the bad. Are we willing to continue living how we have and continue building relationships with our neighbors? Chances are nothing new will happen, no big breakthoughs for a while, perhaps some more dissapointments.  Maybe we wont see fruit in areas we really want to see it in - will we continue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Paul traveled from church to church, and saw many things not where they should be, he didn't give up. He carried on. We may not see fruit immediately, we may not see fruit for months, years. Maybe not for a lifetime. How discouraging, it would seem.  But are we living to see the fruit or are we living for the sake of the gospel? Are we willing to carry on and trust that God is working beyond what we can see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every happily married couple of many years says, sticking through the stale and difficult parts only leads to deeper and more meaningful relationship.  It may be frustrating to push through the normal part of it, the part that becomes regular and mundane, but perhaps sticking through these times leads to something more beautiful than what can be seen instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are challenging questions and feelings.  As we wrestle with the direction our lives are taking, what our goals are, we need all the prayer we can get.  Please pray for the Barberrian Villagers and what we are all wrestling with as we prepare to enter the second year of living here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-1104813736564982134?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/1104813736564982134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=1104813736564982134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1104813736564982134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1104813736564982134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-time.html' title='A Trying Time'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-4005762168516610593</id><published>2009-07-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:20:34.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'>Quinceanera Preparations Under Way in the Community</title><content type='html'>Elena and I arrived home after my night class to see a crew of 15-20 youth dancing in unison under the strict guidance of an anxious mother and father. One of my past students from Davis Elementary wandered by with her friends and I asked them what it was for. "Getting ready for a Quinceanera!" she exclaimed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the joy of sitting out side on this beautiful Portland  summer evening; watching in awe and mingling with a crowd of our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SmVN_cmPiQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JXpp_rXPLrw/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SmVN_cmPiQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JXpp_rXPLrw/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360776683858135298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in the pink blouse is the excited girl of honor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SmVOIOcv9vI/AAAAAAAAAjk/q81IYzv_Gok/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SmVOIOcv9vI/AAAAAAAAAjk/q81IYzv_Gok/s400/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360776834679043826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-4005762168516610593?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/4005762168516610593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=4005762168516610593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/4005762168516610593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/4005762168516610593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/07/quinceanera-preparations-under-way-in.html' title='Quinceanera Preparations Under Way in the Community'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SmVN_cmPiQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JXpp_rXPLrw/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7328421710536383828</id><published>2009-05-15T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:36:17.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy and Beauty of Community</title><content type='html'>I have come to relish in the joy and treasure the beauty of the community that has grown here at Barberry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go outside at just about any hour of any day and run into someone I know. All I have to do is go outside with a football and I can almost guarantee that there is someone i can toss a ball around with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went outside yesterday even after I got home from work and started doing just this. Within 5 minutes there were 6 other kids and a handful of adults tossing around a football and just having a great time together. Over the  course of the hour that ensued 3 other adults walked by with whom I would step away from the game and just chat and catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am amazed at how all of this has grown within 6 months with the infusion of God's love compelling us to live in love and compassion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7328421710536383828?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7328421710536383828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7328421710536383828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7328421710536383828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7328421710536383828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-and-beauty-of-community.html' title='The Joy and Beauty of Community'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-4353375254008683605</id><published>2009-04-26T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:58:52.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Want Ad'/><title type='text'>Used PC Wanted:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;We are trying to track down a used PC for a resident here at Barberry. Anyone looking to unload an XP/100Gig HD/1Gig RAM/2+Ghz/128+ Graphics Card/DVD/CD-RW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His budget is a couple hundred. We're keeping a keen eye on Craigslist as well. Contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:david.knepprath@gmail.com"&gt;david.knepprath@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt; if you have any leads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;It just occurred to me that we could post these kind of want ads more often. What do ya'll think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-4353375254008683605?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/4353375254008683605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=4353375254008683605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/4353375254008683605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/4353375254008683605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/04/used-pc-wanted.html' title='Used PC Wanted:'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-276745011365297880</id><published>2009-04-11T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:46:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation for Summer and Excited by Involvement</title><content type='html'>It's been far to long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Sunday we had our first outside community meal since last summer! Playing "500" with a bunch of middle schoolers until dark, face painting with little kids, chatting with my neighbors, loving, laughing, and living life to the fullest! It was a blast. I envision this summer being the most amazing summer of my life (Alright, getting married in June plays a large part in that one :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Community involvement with the local churches has been phenomenal! I am blown away by every group of brothers and sisters in Christ that host meals. They are so full of love and compassion. Every week I will step back and almost tear up at the site of my neighbors being drenched in God's love. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had the opportunity to host 2 mission trips in the last couple months. It is so exhilarating to share an in depth explanation of our mission philosophy and involve them tangible in the patchwork of ministry that occurs here. But the awesome part is seeing young people be excited by and inspired by such a real and tangible example of living out Jesus calling on our life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter tomorrow! It is my prayer the deep significance of the day will be magnified to our community by our actions and they would know the power of God's love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-276745011365297880?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/276745011365297880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=276745011365297880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/276745011365297880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/276745011365297880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/04/anticipation-for-summer-and-excited-by.html' title='Anticipation for Summer and Excited by Involvement'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-8951128385503785116</id><published>2009-02-25T00:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:15:23.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SaUMJ-N4A6I/AAAAAAAAADc/ffdYvknWaf4/s1600-h/feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SaUMJ-N4A6I/AAAAAAAAADc/ffdYvknWaf4/s200/feb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306661101385548706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously noted, the past two months of 2009 have been full of wonder and amazement as God continues to reveal His work, glory, and guidance for Barberry.  Because of the open hearts, two Bible studies have been started - a group Bible study and a one-on-one. These Bible studies have yielded to much interesting discussion with both believers and non. We've also been able to go to Clear Creek Community church with Mandie, our dear sister who will be baptized this upcoming Sunday (pictures are definitely to come)! Mandie also inspired a Women's Scrapbooking group to start - although we've only met twice (because we meet once a month), the times have been blessed and the group is growing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God continues working in our hearts and in the people around us, we are constantly reminded that prayer is very important and that all of our strength comes from Him.  Please pray for Barberry - for us.  Specifically so the Lord will continue guiding and giving His wisdom and revelation.  As we continue on in these Bible studies, very interesting and difficult questions will continue to rise - many of which we are learning about ourselves in our walks.  It is refreshing to hear the questions and thoughts of people who have not lived in the culture of the church all their lives.  Please pray so the Lord will give us wisdom and boldness when answering the difficult questions we may have become numb to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the residents, please pray so hearts will continue to be softened.  There is a woman I've met who has encountered a lot of death in the past two months.  Two of her close friends died, one of which was a suicide. She came to a meal once and was eager to get involved, but since the deaths of her friends, her and her husband have stayed in their apartment.  My prayer is that they will be comforted and their hearts will be softened to receive Christ's love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for everyone who has been supporting Barberry in both prayer and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-8951128385503785116?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/8951128385503785116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=8951128385503785116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/8951128385503785116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/8951128385503785116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/02/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SaUMJ-N4A6I/AAAAAAAAADc/ffdYvknWaf4/s72-c/feb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7498845595986321923</id><published>2009-02-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:00:04.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little catching up!</title><content type='html'>As the World around us becomes more and more a place of fear and no hope, I thought I would share some of the ways we are still seeing HOPE in Barberry. I am continually reminded of the words of Jesus "  the harvest is ready, but the workers are few." It seems this is still true today! Over the last month we have watched as God has opened doors to show is love and also to teach of His grace and Mercy.....the reason we are here. We have been able to go to the next step in our desire for reaching our neighbors and that is having them into our homes and being real with them so Lord willing they will trust us and more so TRUST in our savior. Praise God with one lady this has happened. Not of anything we have done, but by the Grace of God. Praise God that he allowed ladies to meet with her, prayer with her, have Bible studies with her and as a result of workers being faithful we now have a sister in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;How does this relate to the verse of "few workers"? There is an opportunity for believers everywhere of all ages to make an impact in their neighborhood all you have to do is reach out...actually be the worker. It is easy for us to stay at home and forget about our neighbor who is hurting, in need of hope. As our world continues to nose dive into a depression or whatever may happen Christians must become workers who are ready to go! Ask God were you need to go? Be willing to do what he says, and remember the words spoken to Joshua in chapter 1 BE STRONG AND VERY COURAGEOUS! &lt;br /&gt;Blessings my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7498845595986321923?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7498845595986321923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7498845595986321923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7498845595986321923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7498845595986321923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-catching-up.html' title='A little catching up!'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-818782976213497383</id><published>2009-01-06T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:28:14.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Meals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>A Lot of Firsts!</title><content type='html'>As mentioned by Josh in the previous post, we had our first homicide - double homicide in fact (Article &lt;a href="http://www.portlandtribune.com/news/story.php?story_id=123086285846727400"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/news/index.ssf/2008/12/man_shot_and_killed_in_gresham.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;). It was a stark reminder of the brokenness of the world around us, and an evern deeper reminder of the need for God's love and redemption in each of our lives. This event also caused quite a commotion for all of us, and provide some very healthy dialog during our weekly community meal; which brings us to some more positive firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first community meal that was prepared by one of the residents. But this is not just any resident - this resident is an authentic Cuban chef. He prepared a pork and vegetable soup. Everyone unanimously loved the meal! Yes everyone, which leads me to our next first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community meal was the first to have such a diverse sampling of residents. Mexicans, Americans, Cubans, African Americans, Russians, and beyond I'm sure. But it was not only diverse in culture, but equally diverse in age. Everything age group was accounted for from infant to grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, props to my (Metropolitan Family Services) supervisor at Davis Elementary who baked up 40+ bags of cookies to hand out to residents when we went door to door with invitations to the community meal. The arctic blast delayed bags from being handed out until after Christmas, but after the homicide it was a much needed warm gesture of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final first was the Womans Scrapbooking Club that Elena is leading up. There are many residents that are interested and is an awesome opportunity for connecting, sharing life, loving each other, and building community! The plan is for it to be the first Sunday afternoon of each month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-818782976213497383?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/818782976213497383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=818782976213497383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/818782976213497383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/818782976213497383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-of-firsts.html' title='A Lot of Firsts!'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-6239518822842665941</id><published>2009-01-01T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:32:52.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reality check!</title><content type='html'>As the year starting winding down and the anticipations for a new year and new adventure began to build an event took place that caused for a serious reality check in my life. As you may have seen on the news at around 8:00pm 12-31-08 a man was shot and killed at Barberry Village apt. This is the place we have chosen to make our home. A place were we ask others to come and serve the Lord, and his children on a weekly basis. Why do we do this? Well, it is so that some day lord willing we will no longer hear of Rockwood being the ghetto, the place were it is common place for a man to be shot! Last night as I stood at the police tape unable to drive my car out of our complex because it would cross the crime scene I was reminded, I am not here to sleep, eat and be merry. I am at Barberry because people need Jesus and they need to learn his love for life. I do not know what the next month may hold or what the dynamics of our meal this Sunday will be in lew of this murder but, I do know that Christ died for that man regardless of what his life style was! I pray that we can show an example of Christ to our neighbors and be a witness in this un-certain time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-6239518822842665941?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/6239518822842665941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=6239518822842665941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6239518822842665941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6239518822842665941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2009/01/reality-check.html' title='A reality check!'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7938636727749468810</id><published>2008-12-15T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:21:05.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fellotionary</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had a meal with one of our fellow villagers of barberry town! Amanda and her daughter, destiny and one of Amanda's friends came over to our apartment and a potluck meal with me, david, josh, my girlfriend alison, david's fiance elaina, and elaina's cousins! it was a great time! We had awesome conversations over a great meal, of Spanish rice, made be amanda and her friend, and left overs from the meal yesterday, as well as a few staples that we here in the ACI live off of: water and canned chili (or baked beans? I don't remember which they were) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we broke into teams and locked in epic battle of pictionary! God was most definitely glorified as alison and I took first place, followed by david and elaina, we never determined the preceding placings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its this opening up of our home and getting to know our neighbors more as friends that I love! this ministry in the flesh, in relationship, in love, with pictionary, this is the way Jesus himself did it right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. fellowship + pictionary = fellotionary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7938636727749468810?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7938636727749468810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7938636727749468810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7938636727749468810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7938636727749468810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/12/fellotionary.html' title='fellotionary'/><author><name>cepha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16577821894531552608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SozpZx_4b6I/AAAAAAAAADA/MRb8nG-h4Lo/S220/DSC03444.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-5613539288171388188</id><published>2008-12-14T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:08:54.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Meals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Snowy Sunday</title><content type='html'>The crowd was thin on this cold Sunday evening but we still had a great time at the meal hosted by another great growth group from Good Shepherd!...and it was Destiny's first snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SUXzq-VsQ-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aPlo9rTJ_3Y/s1600-h/DSC04067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SUXzq-VsQ-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aPlo9rTJ_3Y/s320/DSC04067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279894057775809506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let everyone know we will have one more community meal in December. Next Saturday (20th!) at 5:30 pm. Before January we will have a calendar up of our (exciting new!) community events in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-5613539288171388188?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/5613539288171388188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=5613539288171388188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/5613539288171388188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/5613539288171388188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowy-sunday.html' title='Snowy Sunday'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SUXzq-VsQ-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aPlo9rTJ_3Y/s72-c/DSC04067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2979000403407789568</id><published>2008-12-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:16:02.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Fun Begins</title><content type='html'>Sunday the 7th marked the beginning of Christmas festivities for Barberry! It was an amazing time of crafts and fellowship with the kids and even the parents.  We made magnetic snowflakes, greeting cards, picture frames, and much more.  Not only was it a fun time for the kids, but adults also have revealed creative energies!  Talking with several of the women, we are discussing the possibility of starting a women's scrapbooking group!  Overall a fabulous time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to give a big thanks to my amazing friends for taking the time to come and share your talents and love with the kids.  Also, enormous thanks to the Thurman home group for putting on the most festive meal yet! It was definitely a time to remember :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8Jg_johRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-8wvXim0RKk/s1600-h/group+barberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8Jg_johRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-8wvXim0RKk/s400/group+barberry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277947750722864402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8JwVL2zwI/AAAAAAAAACE/wuNeH5KbLpk/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8JwVL2zwI/AAAAAAAAACE/wuNeH5KbLpk/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277948014226755330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8J2Inm11I/AAAAAAAAACM/fEvtgc42hew/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8J2Inm11I/AAAAAAAAACM/fEvtgc42hew/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277948113932703570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see what the rest of the month holds, as there are many activities planned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2979000403407789568?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2979000403407789568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2979000403407789568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2979000403407789568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2979000403407789568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun-begins.html' title='Christmas Fun Begins'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/ST8Jg_johRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-8wvXim0RKk/s72-c/group+barberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-1379695428878479884</id><published>2008-12-03T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:00:24.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 33</title><content type='html'>Tyrone and I attended the monthly Portland Christian Community Development Association meeting this afternoon. It was a great time of inspiration and encouragement. The meeting facilitator read Psalm 33 which I found to be a wonderful cool spring of refreshment for my soul. With all the chaos in the world and the disruption of the economy taking place these words are ever relevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 He gathers the waters of the sea into jars [a] ;&lt;br /&gt;       he puts the deep into storehouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 Let all the earth fear the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;       let all the people of the world revere him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 For he spoke, and it came to be;&lt;br /&gt;       he commanded, and it stood firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 The LORD foils the plans of the nations;&lt;br /&gt;       he thwarts the purposes of the peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 But the plans of the LORD stand firm forever,&lt;br /&gt;       the purposes of his heart through all generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;       the people he chose for his inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 From heaven the LORD looks down&lt;br /&gt;       and sees all mankind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 from his dwelling place he watches&lt;br /&gt;       all who live on earth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 he who forms the hearts of all,&lt;br /&gt;       who considers everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 No king is saved by the size of his army;&lt;br /&gt;       no warrior escapes by his great strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 A horse is a vain hope for deliverance;&lt;br /&gt;       despite all its great strength it cannot save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;       on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 to deliver them from death&lt;br /&gt;       and keep them alive in famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 We wait in hope for the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;       he is our help and our shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21 In him our hearts rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;       for we trust in his holy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22 May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;       even as we put our hope in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-1379695428878479884?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/1379695428878479884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=1379695428878479884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1379695428878479884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1379695428878479884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/12/psalm-33.html' title='Psalm 33'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-9001232769983011284</id><published>2008-11-26T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:11:20.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Meals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Event'/><title type='text'>Advent Community Meals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scotthodge.typepad.com/scott/images/2007/12/01/zz397809bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 138px;" src="http://scotthodge.typepad.com/scott/images/2007/12/01/zz397809bb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are going to be more intentional in our community meals through December to communicate what motivates us. The idea is to facilitate (simple)workshops during/after the meal to discover a deeper understanding of Christmas. Thus far we have meals scheduled at 5:30 on Nov 30, Dec 7, and Dec 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the growth groups from Good Shepherd that has been supporting us in ministry put together a flier that we can hand out to those who attend. The text is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovering the Christmas Story    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas season, it can be hard to discovery what the holiday is all about. There is a combination of messages. On the one hand we have a celebration of full shopping malls and bright decorations. On the other hand we have a celebration of the birth of Jesus, which took place 2,000 years ago. How do these stories go together? Do they go together at all?&lt;br /&gt;  Even though Christmas sometimes seems to be about presents, trees, and eggnog, it is originally the story of God coming into the word to save His people from their sins (Matthew 1:21). Jesus came to be God-with-us (Matthew 1:23). The New Testament says, “For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sake He became poor, so that you through His poverty might become rich.” This is the true Christmas story. It is about God leaving behind comfort and riches, in order to sacrifice Himself for needy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflecting the Christmas Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Every Christmas can be an opportunity to choose which Christmas story we will celebrate. While there is nothing bad about presents, trees, and lights, these things are not important for the real Christmas story. Instead of focusing on these, we can ask ourselves how we can reflect the true Christmas story by seeking to give ourselves away so that others might benefit.&lt;br /&gt;  First of all, God invites all people everywhere to come to Him and to experience forgiveness for sins and peace with Him through the sacrificial death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. This Christmas can be a time of celebration in worshiping God and thanking Him for all His goodness and grace.&lt;br /&gt;  Secondly, Christmas can be a time of not simply giving gifts to our loved ones, but also in following Jesus’ example by giving away our time and energy and attention. Instead of simply giving gifts to one another, we can spend time together, whether that means making cookies or taking a trip to Pioneer Square to eat a sack lunch.&lt;br /&gt;  Thirdly, Christmas can be a time to follow Jesus’ example by showing kindness to those who are in need. This may mean anything from providing a meal for someone who could benefit from it, to spending less on presents and giving some money to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entering the Christmas Story at Barberry Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The story about Jesus giving Himself away in order to benefit others is the story that is behind the weekly meals that have taken place at Barberry Village. The purpose is not only to provide a free meal for anyone who would benefit from this, but also to give an opportunity for people in the apartment complex to get to know one another and to experience community, just as Jesus Christ left behind the comforts of heaven in order to be with people who He deeply loved.&lt;br /&gt;  The story of Christmas, however, is not just a story for the month of December, but for the entire year. Please join us for these community meals, as they will continue after Christmas. And may God richly bless you during this Christmas season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-9001232769983011284?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/9001232769983011284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=9001232769983011284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/9001232769983011284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/9001232769983011284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/11/advent-community-meals.html' title='Advent Community Meals'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-1010846823541005264</id><published>2008-11-14T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:31:38.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Blessings from Trader Joe's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loaded a moutain of free fresh fruits and vegetables into Elena's car tonight! Their official sell by date was today and all had to go! Their other charity connections were not avaliable for a pick up; we gladly stepped up to the challenge. We are planning on unloading it all tomorrow at the apartments, inviting everyone we can, and handing out invitations to community meals that we have planned for the next three Sundays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SR55cKxobWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DbSBzRQgrQs/s1600-h/100_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268782138905881954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SR55cKxobWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DbSBzRQgrQs/s400/100_1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SR55cbPQdxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ngs0mZQf6eo/s1600-h/100_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268782143325107986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SR55cbPQdxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ngs0mZQf6eo/s400/100_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-1010846823541005264?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/1010846823541005264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=1010846823541005264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1010846823541005264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1010846823541005264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings-from-trader-joes.html' title='Blessings from Trader Joe&apos;s!'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SR55cKxobWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DbSBzRQgrQs/s72-c/100_1657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7295677595775331666</id><published>2008-11-13T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:50:47.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barberry'/><title type='text'>Season of Change</title><content type='html'>As we are getting into the hang of things, developing relationships and building strong connections, a tough reality slapped me across the face not too long ago.  We found out that one of the families we have grown close to will be moving within a matter of a month.  They will still be in the city, but they will no longer be at the apartments.  This forces the question -- to what extent are we building these relationships?  Will they be constricted to the residents of Barberry, or are we going to love, care, and be there for those beyond the gates?  It is definitely a difficult thing to grasp and fully process.  I cannot imagine these people vanishing from my life so soon, just as the relationship is just developing, but I know it will take extra intentional effort to continue that relationship.  Hopefully we will be able to bond with the new residents, but that doesn't mean we will forget the previous ones.  It seems like this may become the trend.  Wow. This takes intentional living to a new level.  Hard questions, hard ponderings, but important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7295677595775331666?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7295677595775331666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7295677595775331666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7295677595775331666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7295677595775331666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/11/season-of-change.html' title='Season of Change'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-73315313013602167</id><published>2008-11-12T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:31:08.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rabbi's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I recently wrote an email to my mentor, who I call my Rabbi.  I was seeking advice on what to do about the seemingly crisis of not having enough church's lined up to do meals every sunday of this month.  His advice has really encouraged me and David asked me to share it on the blog, so I cut an excert from his email responce that you may be likewise encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you need to do the meals bimonthly for now or once a month right now,&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like that's a failure. In fact it would make the people&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it more. When it becomes consistant people start to think that&lt;br /&gt;it's easy and when it's easy they don't appreciate the sacrifice that goes&lt;br /&gt;into it. Let them see that it's a sacrifice, the vulnerability will help&lt;br /&gt;them appreciate you right now.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you are an incarnational community, not a program, but&lt;br /&gt;people. THE danger of doing something consistantly is that you guys will&lt;br /&gt;become the reinforcement of a program instead of the program reinforcing&lt;br /&gt;your presence. When you feel that you NEED local churches to reinforce the&lt;br /&gt;program, you nibble the bait that could drag you into being mere&lt;br /&gt;programmers or vendors of religious goods and services. Above all, the&lt;br /&gt;answer isn't food or even local churches, the answer is YOU and the other&lt;br /&gt;is helpful in showcasing your love for them.&lt;br /&gt;I would encourage you to pour your energy into something different because&lt;br /&gt;this is a definitive time for your community. What is the number one thing&lt;br /&gt;that you're offering them? Yourselves. So this isn't a setback in the&lt;br /&gt;least. All you can do is give them what you've got and that is no small&lt;br /&gt;thing old friend. Your PRESENCE, your COMPASSION and your HOPE shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;marginalized by missing a meal"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-73315313013602167?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/73315313013602167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=73315313013602167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/73315313013602167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/73315313013602167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/11/rabbis-wisdom.html' title='The Rabbi&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>cepha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16577821894531552608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SozpZx_4b6I/AAAAAAAAADA/MRb8nG-h4Lo/S220/DSC03444.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3241131482362980038</id><published>2008-11-11T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:57:49.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change in seasons!</title><content type='html'>As the days grow darker and the nights colder and longer a new challenge and opportunity poses itself for the guys at Barberry. Last Sunday an incredible group from Clear Creek Community Church came and blessed the neighbors at Barberry Village Apartments. This was a new experience once again as the changes in time caused dark to enclose the Village at a very early time. With darkness in full swing we where unable to be outside for any portion of time really, which unfortunately meant very few kiddo's were able to come. :( I can not express how strange it was with out 20+ kids running around. The bright side of the early darkness is, more chance to converse with the adults that came to the meal. Honestly, it seemed that there where as many adults at this meal as we have seen in the past. Praise God for that! It was real neat to see people all over the room in deep conversation really trying to get to no each other in a Christ caring way. i had the chance to talk to a group of boys that did come, and it was neat to listen and watch as they loosened up and began to open and talk. They are a tough looking group to an extent. There is one guy who is the team leader it would appear and he kinda directs the mood of the rest of the boys. I am praying that God will continue to allow us to reach out to these boys and see them come into a relationship with the King of kings! Please be praying as we seek new ways to draw people together for meals and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3241131482362980038?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3241131482362980038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3241131482362980038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3241131482362980038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3241131482362980038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-in-seasons.html' title='A change in seasons!'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-6344055013646987875</id><published>2008-11-03T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:55:06.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childrens Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Event'/><title type='text'>A Barberrian Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had an interesting start to the day. A serious of events led Josh, Sean, and I to the MAX stop in front of our apartments just after midnight the morning of Halloween. An ordeal occurred among a group of individuals that led to a woman being hit by the MAX train. The three of us instinctively split up roles. I was by the woman calling 911 while Sean and Josh kept the rest of the parties present on the scene. As far as we know the woman was in stable condition and will recover from the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I woke up a few hours later to do shopping for a Halloween event the management had given us some cash to put on for all the kids at the apartment complex. Then Elena and a couple guys from Clear Creek Community Church dropped in to help run the party. Just another opportunity to build relationships and community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make it as educational (crafts: skeleton cut outs), interactive (games: ring toss and constructing a dirt cake.), and meaningful (not just loading the kids up with a bunch of candy) as possible. The 30+ kids that stopped by didn't even miss the candy (though there was the obligatory &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; bag of candy...with fruit and nuts!). Plus each one went home with 10+ cans of food for their family. All the kids had a blast. A group of the older boys stuck around afterwards and helped us clean everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all greatly anticipating our next community meal coming up on the 9th! The last one put on by a growth group from Good Shepherd was awesome! The feedback from the residents just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pictures below you will see Josh being a stud and running the ring toss (this is how they won the $100 worth of canned food), crafts, a couple guys from Clear Creek Community Church who stopped in to help (couldn't have done it without them!!!), plenty of smiles, one of the boys unintentionally getting into character and looking like a zombie, and a brain we had on display (a hit with everyone!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8Gimqt7I/AAAAAAAAAck/Qq7wPWdPzpc/s1600-h/josh+and+ring+toss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8Gimqt7I/AAAAAAAAAck/Qq7wPWdPzpc/s400/josh+and+ring+toss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703678717802418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8H61gUnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZogP3U3S270/s1600-h/garbage+bag+of+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8H61gUnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZogP3U3S270/s400/garbage+bag+of+food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703702402355826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8G48D6wI/AAAAAAAAAcs/84TaCzwC2AU/s1600-h/james+and+mike+from+cleer+creek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8G48D6wI/AAAAAAAAAcs/84TaCzwC2AU/s400/james+and+mike+from+cleer+creek.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703684713114370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_9ElHQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1_RHSFWoERQ/s1600-h/food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_9ElHQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1_RHSFWoERQ/s400/food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264704744543285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8HVY9l5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/b7gaq6BCUHs/s1600-h/zombie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8HVY9l5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/b7gaq6BCUHs/s400/zombie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703692350527378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8Hizs2yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dSx3cEed0CU/s1600-h/Elena+and+Sandina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8Hizs2yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dSx3cEed0CU/s400/Elena+and+Sandina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703695952337698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_9E8Km8xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZYQnuLisvy0/s1600-h/brain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_9E8Km8xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZYQnuLisvy0/s400/brain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264704750731326226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-6344055013646987875?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/6344055013646987875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=6344055013646987875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6344055013646987875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6344055013646987875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/11/barberrian-halloween.html' title='A Barberrian Halloween'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SQ_8Gimqt7I/AAAAAAAAAck/Qq7wPWdPzpc/s72-c/josh+and+ring+toss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-236610277588541281</id><published>2008-10-30T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:22:09.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics and a little story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn7Aa9qf7I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZYohhEk_3yM/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn7Aa9qf7I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZYohhEk_3yM/s200/IMG_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263013624215666610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6_7J4o-I/AAAAAAAAABg/PBGGCnQ0-qM/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6_7J4o-I/AAAAAAAAABg/PBGGCnQ0-qM/s200/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263013615676990434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6_q8NPKI/AAAAAAAAABY/NSkZ9JLb2ZE/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6_q8NPKI/AAAAAAAAABY/NSkZ9JLb2ZE/s200/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263013611324652706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6_HXLNYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BWJGAPkctW4/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6_HXLNYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BWJGAPkctW4/s200/IMG_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263013601774089602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6-lT9q5I/AAAAAAAAABI/UHgFMvjfLGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn6-lT9q5I/AAAAAAAAABI/UHgFMvjfLGQ/s200/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263013592633813906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to put up a few pics from the last bbq on sunday. It was a ton of fun having Franklin's growth group out serving. They were a great group to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Tyrone and I where on the deck working on a cabinet and one of the kiddo's from the apartments came and starting talking to us. This kiddo(David) is a good friend of ours now. He became known the day before as "Iron man", thanks to Tyrone and his creative ideas and love for kids. So, we got to talk for awhile then Tyrone and I went inside for some lunch and a few minutes later....knock knock knock......knock.....knock....knock. I'm sure you can guess who was at our door. That's right, david and two of his amigos. We had to stop them from running into the apartment. They were like scouts who had found the gold. We gave them cookies and pastries and sent them on their way. We hope this won't be the last chance to connect outside of the bbq's but if so it will leave a smile on my face every time I remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-236610277588541281?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/236610277588541281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=236610277588541281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/236610277588541281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/236610277588541281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-pics-and-little-story.html' title='More pics and a little story'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SQn7Aa9qf7I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZYohhEk_3yM/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2928693519604896414</id><published>2008-10-24T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:04:14.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than a magic carpet ride!</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe  I shouldn't admit this but I love the scene in Aladdin about a magic carpet ride. Just the magic and beauty of the moments riding a carpet and seeing the world from a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;It's a poor comparison, but maybe you'll get the picture of what I've seen God doing here in Rockwood. For me it has been a new world full of unbelievable things. When God wants to do something great watch out! God has continued to open so many doors for me and for the team. I was at Starbucks and met a gal from the Salvation Army in Rockwood . She had heard me mention that I had just moved to Rockwood to minster and we started talking and it was clear God had set that time for both of us to be there. In searching for a job, God has opened doors that don't make sense except for it being by His power. I can truely tell people that this is the best time of my life. And things have only just begun.  I'm also reminded that now more than ever is the time to put on he full armor of God, so that we can stand firm. I ask that you will be praying for strength as we battle the spiritual holds of the enemy and seek to bring the light of Christ to Rockwood and Barberry Village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2928693519604896414?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2928693519604896414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2928693519604896414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2928693519604896414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2928693519604896414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/better-than-magic-carpet-ride.html' title='Better than a magic carpet ride!'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-9023245230562198801</id><published>2008-10-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:36:04.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><title type='text'>True Fasting</title><content type='html'>As you might have deduced from a few of the pictures in the &lt;a href="http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/serving-jesus-rockwood-style.html"&gt;Serving Jesus, Rockwood Style&lt;/a&gt; post, we are working hard to make Barberry Apartments a launching pad for serving the larger community of Rockwood. There is 7-Eleven on the corner that could use some loving just about weekly, as well as a few other sourrouding buisnesses that we can be a blessing to. If you are at all curious about the deeper impact that simple garbage pick can have, check out the wikipedia entry on "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broken_window_theory"&gt;Fixing Broken Windows&lt;/a&gt;". Essentially:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Consider a sidewalk. Some litter accumulates. Soon, more litter accumulates. Eventually, people even start leaving bags of trash from take-out restaurants there or breaking into cars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There is also a bi-weekly mini Nightstrike-esque site that sets up on Saturday nights on the corner of 188th and Burnside which we are hoping to be a support to. More to come on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Elena reminded me of a portion of Scripture that has really shaped me over the last 9 months. It seems very appropriate to share it here. Isaiah outlines what "authentic Christian living" looks like. It also consequently has some of the most beautiful imagery on the relationship God yearns to have with each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-18788" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; "Shout it aloud, do not hold back.&lt;br /&gt;      Raise your voice like a trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;      Declare to my people their rebellion&lt;br /&gt;      and to the house of Jacob their sins. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18789" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; For day after day they seek me out;&lt;br /&gt;      they seem eager to know my ways,&lt;br /&gt;      as if they were a nation that does what is right&lt;br /&gt;      and has not forsaken the commands of its God.&lt;br /&gt;      They ask me for just decisions&lt;br /&gt;      and seem eager for God to come near them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18790" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; 'Why have we fasted,' they say,&lt;br /&gt;      'and you have not seen it?&lt;br /&gt;      Why have we humbled ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;      and you have not noticed?'&lt;br /&gt;      "Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please&lt;br /&gt;      and exploit all your workers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18791" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,&lt;br /&gt;      and in striking each other with wicked fists.&lt;br /&gt;      You cannot fast as you do today&lt;br /&gt;      and expect your voice to be heard on high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18792" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,&lt;br /&gt;      only a day for a man to humble himself?&lt;br /&gt;      Is it only for bowing one's head like a reed&lt;br /&gt;      and for lying on sackcloth and ashes?&lt;br /&gt;      Is that what you call a fast,&lt;br /&gt;      a day acceptable to the LORD ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18793" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:&lt;br /&gt;      to loose the chains of injustice&lt;br /&gt;      and untie the cords of the yoke,&lt;br /&gt;      to set the oppressed free&lt;br /&gt;      and break every yoke? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18794" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Is it not to share your food with the hungry&lt;br /&gt;      and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—&lt;br /&gt;      when you see the naked, to clothe him,&lt;br /&gt;      and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18795" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Then your light will break forth like the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;      and your healing will quickly appear;&lt;br /&gt;      then your righteousness &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2058&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-18795a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; will go before you,&lt;br /&gt;      and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18796" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Then you will call, and the LORD will answer;&lt;br /&gt;      you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.&lt;br /&gt;      "If you do away with the yoke of oppression,&lt;br /&gt;      with the pointing finger and malicious talk, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18797" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry&lt;br /&gt;      and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,&lt;br /&gt;      then your light will rise in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;      and your night will become like the noonday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18798" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; The LORD will guide you always;&lt;br /&gt;      he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land&lt;br /&gt;      and will strengthen your frame.&lt;br /&gt;      You will be like a well-watered garden,&lt;br /&gt;      like a spring whose waters never fail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18799" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins&lt;br /&gt;      and will raise up the age-old foundations;&lt;br /&gt;      you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,&lt;br /&gt;      Restorer of Streets with Dwellings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18800" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; "If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath&lt;br /&gt;      and from doing as you please on my holy day,&lt;br /&gt;      if you call the Sabbath a delight&lt;br /&gt;      and the LORD's holy day honorable,&lt;br /&gt;      and if you honor it by not going your own way&lt;br /&gt;      and not doing as you please or speaking idle words, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18801" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; then you will find your joy in the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;      and I will cause you to ride on the heights of the land&lt;br /&gt;      and to feast on the inheritance of your father Jacob."&lt;br /&gt;      The mouth of the LORD has spoken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-9023245230562198801?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/9023245230562198801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=9023245230562198801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/9023245230562198801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/9023245230562198801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-fasting.html' title='True Fasting'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3573229123324517786</id><published>2008-10-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:18:08.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Characters</title><content type='html'>It’s been two weeks since I moved into this new stage of my life.  This is a stage without T.V, a stage with purposeful relationships, a stage of willful submission to the more capable, more deserving, more knowledgeable, more worthy I AM.  On this new stage there are new characters, and old ones.  The new include my new roommates.  Indeed, I hadn’t known any of them except David before moving in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s Josh, who I met once at an event called Nightstrike, which is a starting point of what we hope to do here.  Josh is older than me by a few years and has been raised in the church.  Like most people raised in “the church” he has felt an ever growing desire to actually be the Church, rather than make it a once, maybe twice weekly event.  Josh is ever quick to pray, an attribute I hope to glean from him, and always a source of wisdom when approached with questions.  Luckily for me, he has an excellent sense of humor.  (I fear living with someone who doesn’t) He is always looking for ways to further his knowledge of different things, and I’m convinced it is solely for the purpose of furthering God’s kingdom and His glory in him.  Josh walks with the gait of an epic baseball player.  He told me he used to play catcher.  I don’t doubt it.  If I was at third and contemplating stealing home, I would think twice seeing him in armor behind the plate.  Although he has an intimidating stature and a strong jaw, he is ever the servant and volunteers himself frequently to do something to better our living situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean.  Sean is a person I can easily admire.  At this point I’m sure what kind of past he comes from, but I know that it was rougher than my own.  Yet, he has emerged from it with firm beliefs and strong determination that drives him to live a life in humble submission to God.  His demeanor, at times, reminds me of what Jacob must have been like after wrestling with God, a knowledge of contending with the Lord of creation, and although loosing, in the end getting what he wanted.  He has as much hair on his face as he does on his head, perhaps more, and seems like he should be wearing ox-hide leather rather than cotton and denim.  His six-year old son, Riley is just as ferocious as his father looks.  With his red hair flashing Riley frequently head-butts me in the stomach.  I don’t even think the child knows my name yet.  Like most children he doesn’t have social boundaries, this is something that I know I can learn from.  To be less afraid of doing something unheard of and more concerned with doing what God has made me to do, to bring Him glory and work out His will rather than my own.  I think much can be learned about the father through his son.  (Jesus and God are good examples of this).  Although Riley is much like Mogli from the Jungle Book, he is ever submissive to his father.  In these two weeks here I haven’t heard Sean raise his voice at Riley, or even need to ask him something more than twice.  There is a condition for a man to be a deacon in a church that I’ve always found interesting, and that is that the man must have well behaved children.  Sean is always understanding to Riley and quick to love him, a trait I hope to glean from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David.  David used to run cross-country in high school, and he liked it!  I have to respect anyone who runs cross-country and likes it, because it means that they know perseverance, struggle and over coming their own bodies, their own desire to give up.  David embodies this easily.  He has a driving personality that constantly pushes him to continue when others are too weary or unwilling.  David has demonstrated this attribute in all areas of his life, in school: where he is always studying and doing homework (something I personally despise, but I wish I did) in Church: where is always scheming something that can bring more people to God, in his relationship with God: where is always reading about and coming up with new revelations about our Father, and with his ministry: where is ever vigilant to communicate and organize and direct people to be most effective in this world.  It seems he has the best of two worlds, where he finds study and theorizing enjoyable and he revels in sport and is good at athletic events.  From the first time he and I talked, I took an instant liking to him.  He’s a person of action, who gets things done, although at times skipping details.  I’ve heard it said that busy people are the people that get things done, I think this saying was made because of David.  Even with all that is going on his life and the things that he takes upon himself, he always has time to stop and talk.  Relationships are important to him, and most important is the relationship that other people have or must have with our creator.  If I can capture some of his drive to help others and apply it to my own life, I would be much better for it.&lt;br /&gt;More characters to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3573229123324517786?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3573229123324517786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3573229123324517786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3573229123324517786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3573229123324517786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/characters.html' title='Characters'/><author><name>cepha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16577821894531552608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SozpZx_4b6I/AAAAAAAAADA/MRb8nG-h4Lo/S220/DSC03444.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-4652077182154321205</id><published>2008-10-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:45:53.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champion church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><title type='text'>Serving Jesus, Rockwood style</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259646732879545842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SP4E1jVURfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HMU9RiCFTP0/s400/Fun+on+foster+143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259647277733496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SP4FVREnxsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IFd-bhVpDho/s400/Fun+on+foster+146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259646541847907138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SP4Eqbr0y0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/E-TRy8MRb6o/s400/Fun+on+foster+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A few more pictures from the first bbq, led by Champion Church. It was a time of humble service and great fun, especially with the "jumper"! Thanks Champion Church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-4652077182154321205?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/4652077182154321205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=4652077182154321205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/4652077182154321205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/4652077182154321205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/serving-jesus-rockwood-style.html' title='Serving Jesus, Rockwood style'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGrBL_N87oQ/SP4E1jVURfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HMU9RiCFTP0/s72-c/Fun+on+foster+143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-2313651537447173607</id><published>2008-10-21T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:31:47.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31qSMUCmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-YSzjNUBg4/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31qSMUCmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-YSzjNUBg4/s200/IMG_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259630046625401442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31q34-7tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nyfy5-Lzts8/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31q34-7tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nyfy5-Lzts8/s200/IMG_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259630056744873682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31sYKiHtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vod4cIbkvqo/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31sYKiHtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vod4cIbkvqo/s200/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259630082588286674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31s5iBLnI/AAAAAAAAABA/hjglmXCNCIU/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31s5iBLnI/AAAAAAAAABA/hjglmXCNCIU/s200/IMG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259630091545161330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Faithful!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was another time of seeing God do great things here at the apartments. The college group from Good Shepherd came and helped us serve. We made spaghetti right in our kitchen and fed more this week then last. It started off slow, in fact I thought no one besides the kids would come out this time. Was I ever wrong. Over the course of a couple of hours, individuals trickled in. We were able to give away bags of food to some people and have great convos with others. It seems God is continuing to open the doors at Barberry Village. Thanks for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-2313651537447173607?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/2313651537447173607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=2313651537447173607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2313651537447173607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/2313651537447173607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP31qSMUCmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-YSzjNUBg4/s72-c/IMG_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-3414096805873486142</id><published>2008-10-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:59:29.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockwood'/><title type='text'>Fertile Soil</title><content type='html'>Coming to Rockwood, I keep being amazed at the openness of the people.  It seems as if the Lord has already prepared the ground here, and many are gasping for the fresh air the gospel brings.  Initially, I was thinking this was going to be primarily a community building time, where there would be a lot of connecting to resources and meeting basic physical needs, but it is very clear that this place is in need for spiritual restoration, and many are ready for it.  Case in point, at the first bbq, there were at least 2 women who said they've been wanting to go to church for a while, but have been either afraid or unsure where to go.  There are also many who identify with the faith and were very open to discuss their affliation.  I believe these next months will not only be great times of creating community, but also a time of meeting the greatest need of all, which is restoring faith.  God was definitely preparing this place, tilling the ground, and He will continue to, we are simply part of who God will use to make the flowers grow.  I have faith that God has amazing plans for this place and I am thankful for the clear signs He is giving.  My prayer is that all of us serving in Rockwood will continue walking in humility and guidance of the spirit.  I cannot help being excited to see where God is going to take this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-3414096805873486142?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/3414096805873486142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=3414096805873486142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3414096805873486142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/3414096805873486142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-grand-time-of-service-love-and.html' title='Fertile Soil'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857580237895308815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-6806376053807686086</id><published>2008-10-13T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:51:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos ala bbq</title><content type='html'>These are mostly pictures of the pinata that we did in celebration for Rileys birthday. it went over really well with the kids and parents, and was great entertainment for all of us. it forced the adults to stand back and watch and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fc8e_aI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XZdnsyUmwW0/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fc8e_aI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XZdnsyUmwW0/s320/DSC03679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825006370782626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fhwBvmI/AAAAAAAAABY/9SfIyf6kXWA/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fhwBvmI/AAAAAAAAABY/9SfIyf6kXWA/s320/DSC03596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825007660711522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fsUx3XI/AAAAAAAAABg/wq4RL3w8Xbk/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fsUx3XI/AAAAAAAAABg/wq4RL3w8Xbk/s320/DSC03603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825010499214706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-f2eZ-zI/AAAAAAAAABo/j87gPMKHg6g/s1600-h/DSC03665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-f2eZ-zI/AAAAAAAAABo/j87gPMKHg6g/s320/DSC03665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825013223947058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-gCLNH-I/AAAAAAAAABw/1zxCUHvJyhg/s1600-h/DSC03634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-gCLNH-I/AAAAAAAAABw/1zxCUHvJyhg/s320/DSC03634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825016364638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-6806376053807686086?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/6806376053807686086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=6806376053807686086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6806376053807686086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/6806376053807686086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/photos-ala-bbq.html' title='photos ala bbq'/><author><name>cepha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16577821894531552608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SozpZx_4b6I/AAAAAAAAADA/MRb8nG-h4Lo/S220/DSC03444.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SPP-fc8e_aI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XZdnsyUmwW0/s72-c/DSC03679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-8719907949605508781</id><published>2008-10-13T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:52:08.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Event'/><title type='text'>BBQ Introduction</title><content type='html'>As Josh, Tyrone, and I were headed out to go shopping for furniture we heard a friendly man shout with a Spanish accent from across the parking lot "How'd the BBQ go!?". None of us remember seeing him there yesterday afternoon, but he recognized us, and he felt comfortable enough to ask us how it went. Our top priority for the first 3-6 months of making ourselves known - even vulnerable - and listening to the voices/stories of the community is off to a wonderful start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And listen I did. Stories of "failed" efforts to help the community, paradoxical medical situations, tough relational and financial circumstances, and spiritual journey's burst forth from our neighbors. I remember more faces then I do names. Beautiful faces, with eager smiles appear when you lend an ear and your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll post pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-8719907949605508781?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/8719907949605508781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=8719907949605508781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/8719907949605508781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/8719907949605508781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/bbq-introduction.html' title='BBQ Introduction'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-7231353444085720629</id><published>2008-10-12T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:32:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend</title><content type='html'>A moment in life when you feel like you really can make a difference is something that is rare. Yet this weekend I experienced one of those times. Going out and inviting our neighbors turned into quite an exciting day! We decided to make some cookies to take to our closest neighbors, and as we began to bake them we realized our top burner was inop. You know how hard it is to bake eight dozen cookies with only a bottom element.! Well, we got them made and headed out. Immediately we were met by Josh a gentlemen who was moving out the same day. He decided he would introduce us  to some of his friends and began running us door to door passing out the cookies we had made. we met a number of people because of his generosity.  It's too bad he is gone already.&lt;br /&gt;Through out the complex we received a variety of responses. Some couldn't  believe we were having a BBQ others were surprised we actually lived in the apartments with them, and others were skeptical of what we where doing and whether it would make a difference. Overall, it was a great day and a great response! Thank you Jesus for opening doors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-7231353444085720629?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/7231353444085720629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=7231353444085720629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7231353444085720629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/7231353444085720629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-292715748772535654</id><published>2008-10-11T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:07:10.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a calling.</title><content type='html'>Barberry village, a diverse and economically clinging to life community, nestled comfortably beside the booming metropolis of Portland, much like a starved mouse lying beside a strong and healthy, although a bit strange and sometimes hippie-ish, dog. The village consists of four wings of two-story buildings that have a light brownish hue reminding one of both dry, cracked sand and moist, freshly shaped clay. There is an office situated in the center of town complete with a community center and pool area, altogether forming the nucleus of the village. Three laundry stations are strategically located so the town’s tenants can easily reach one, and they are somewhat hidden half way under ground, giving those buildings a two and a half story illusion. There are shrubs and bushes of the sorts that grow easily in the northwest and boulders and strong standing trees wherever they can grow or sit without looking too crowded or too alone. The trees and stones speak of the area in which the village dwells, an area called Rockwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockwood has a reputation to many people, for being a dangerously poor neighborhood that is filled with violence, theft, and a culture as diverse as the fans at a Nickleback concert. Rockwood’s original residents were middle class Caucasian Americans who would commute to work in Portland. Over the last decade and more these “average” Americans moved further from Portland in hopes to escape the grime of the urban jungle. The area further east from Portland, Gresham was home to many Asian families who, after being bought out by the middle class Caucasians moved closer to Portland. With the large city of Portland growing larger, the African American culture living just on the rim of the east side of Portland were forced to migrate further east, landing them in Rockwood around the same time as the Asian culture. Within the same scope of time a large exodus of Hispanics seeking an area to call home took up many of the houses and apartments that the middle class Caucasians left behind. Various other cultures shifted in to the now low-income area while some of the more traditional Caucasians chose to bunker up in their homes. The result is a model of what America is, a melting pot of nearly every culture on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because of this reputation that I now found myself taking residence in the village of Barberry. It all started when I decided to ask God what I should do. After a week of praying and fasting (sucked, but worth it) I felt God calling me to Portland. Once there I spent a year of trying to push my agenda on God, and in the last few months decided to let Him have His way. My friend David and I one day decided to dream over pizza and coffee about a priesthood of people, who would answer the question that the people of earth have been asking since Jesus left us, “God, where are you?” With all the poverty and sickness and hate that is now, just another part of life, swirling around our everyday habitat, how can there be a God who is, by His own definition, against those things? The answer is, us. God’s people. Christians are sanctioned by Jesus as His “holy priesthood” and as such we are now God’s hand in this world. Once I understood that, life becomes an answer. The way I live, the goals I strive for, the people that I saw as annoyances or some kind of new reality show become people worth sacrificing my entire world for. So over pizza and coffee David offered a proposal of something I knew needed to happen. We talked about a new way of living and going to church. A fusing of life at home and life in the brick building we attend every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished moving the last of my things into the 117th apartment of the village. I see people who are, not depressed, but not living joyfully either. People who carry burdens that they know and I know, they can’t possible carry alone. What are those burdens? I can’t begin to understand them. For now I must be content listening to them speak. Guarded words at first, but maybe later, when they can know that I’m not here to hurt them, maybe then they can allow me to try to show them God’s love, God’s desire to save them. Save them not from hell, although I don’t believe God would want anyone in that accursed pit, but to save them from the daily hell that everyone, who doesn’t have the Holy Spirit to shoulder they’re pain for them, trudges through. We planned our first lunch to get know the people of the village. Using priests from Champion, a local Rockwood church for running and supplying the luncheon. It goes down tomorrow. I plan to ask my Lord to ready the hearts of all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-292715748772535654?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/292715748772535654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=292715748772535654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/292715748772535654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/292715748772535654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/calling.html' title='a calling.'/><author><name>cepha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16577821894531552608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6znBpxIRHI/SozpZx_4b6I/AAAAAAAAADA/MRb8nG-h4Lo/S220/DSC03444.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-1228148528931349127</id><published>2008-10-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:26:32.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockwood/188th MAX Stop Reflections</title><content type='html'>I was standing at the Rockwood/188th MAX stop right in front of my apartment. I missed my train and had some time to spend in thought. I found myself caught in a daze at the whirl of cars driving down Burnside on either side of me when everything stopped. I looked down the row of cars stopped at the light, briefly making eye contact with few while others looked firmly at the bumper in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the reality of my position came tumbling over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the Rockwood MAX stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times had I driven by that stop with fear rising up, blame being served, pity forming, judgement heaped, racism boiling. Now I stand as part of the community. I stand, waiting for the train, as an individual recieving the scorn I had so often hurled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stand not out of guilt for my past actions. This is worth taking the time to define. Guilt shirvels under pressure, retreats to safety when confronted. To live by guilt is to live today in submission to the sins of the past that first placed you in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand on the foundation of God's grace. Liberating me from a life of bondage to my self. Redeeming my brokeness. God's love that touched my soul and gave me life is why I stand on the Rockwood MAX stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another confirmation of why, as my dear friend Elena puts it, "serving Rockwood the Rockwood way is the right way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-1228148528931349127?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/1228148528931349127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=1228148528931349127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1228148528931349127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/1228148528931349127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/rockwood188th-max-stop-reflections.html' title='Rockwood/188th MAX Stop Reflections'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379280494332431970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_niFKd6FbbfI/SGQNgUX-MxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W_fYG1KfPCY/S220/d%26e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945986173490140995.post-5676921075385501653</id><published>2008-10-08T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:49:56.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>Alright this is my first time blogging! I am looking forward to communicating what is going on in my life through this.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first experience in a lot of things, first time living with room mates, first time living in a city, first time being in a place were you have to worry about doors being locked and cars being safe. And let me tell you I am excited to see God stretch me and change me in however he can!&lt;br /&gt;I challenge anyone who reads this to try something out of the norm, and ask God to stretch you. It may be awkward but it will be a great experience in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying to self,&lt;br /&gt;josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945986173490140995-5676921075385501653?l=barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/feeds/5676921075385501653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945986173490140995&amp;postID=5676921075385501653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/5676921075385501653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945986173490140995/posts/default/5676921075385501653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barberrianvillagers.blogspot.com/2008/10/ttransiton.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Jvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466597294445386951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65HvROtZgnw/SP3wqhMC4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P35Thd5gJOA/S220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
