<?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-6029377</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:05.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Fountain </title><subtitle type='html'>A Follower, Husband, Dad, and Friend on a journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-5827584709395874357</id><published>2008-11-16T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:46:06.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Genis is the Kung Fu Panda</title><summary type='text'>Bob is known as the leaf raking ninja in the Rockford area.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/5827584709395874357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=5827584709395874357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/5827584709395874357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/5827584709395874357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2008/11/bob-genis-is-kung-fu-panda.html' title='Bob Genis is the Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-3271922046180373666</id><published>2008-11-16T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:21:17.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB Smells LIke Farts</title><summary type='text'>Bob's armpits smell like juicy farts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/3271922046180373666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=3271922046180373666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/3271922046180373666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/3271922046180373666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2008/11/bob-smells-like-farts.html' title='BOB Smells LIke Farts'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-1691424302511796797</id><published>2008-11-16T01:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:18:52.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Henri Nouwen style actually Jesus' style</title><summary type='text'>As the Church subculture is hellbent on creating leaders, it often creates busy people that are more committed than the average joe.  I was one of the guys that would harp on leadership and what it takes to be a leader...take the next step...read this book...pray more...ask your friends to come to church...read your bible.  I've begun to re-examine my life again.  It is amazing how faithful God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/1691424302511796797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=1691424302511796797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/1691424302511796797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/1691424302511796797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2008/11/leadership-henri-nouwen-style-actually.html' title='Leadership Henri Nouwen style actually Jesus&apos; style'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-8019366772593689048</id><published>2008-11-06T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:19:42.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a week</title><summary type='text'>Well...I said I would post something significant.  I am not sure yet.  I have been dealing with some church issues. I am going to set up a couple meetings and get some things resolved so I know what decision I should make.  Should I stay or should I go (Humming song in my head)On a more significant note; I have been meeting with 1 or 2 high school guys recently.  It has been a blessing.  One kid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/8019366772593689048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=8019366772593689048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/8019366772593689048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/8019366772593689048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-week.html' title='Its been a week'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-7527753653625171049</id><published>2008-10-30T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:02:04.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time since I have written anything of substance.  I am going to try and begin to post something at least once a week that has significance to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/7527753653625171049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=7527753653625171049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/7527753653625171049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/7527753653625171049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-115535225209808321</id><published>2006-08-11T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:10:52.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hart please feel the Heartbeat of AMERICA</title><summary type='text'>I am deeply saddened by Chad dogging the chevorlet v6.  The 4.3 is an excellent engine that is capable of producing that chevy thunder.  Maybe Chad should give me his extreme and I will give him my sunfire.  Then he can experience the wrath of the 2.2.  It produces 35lbs of torque at 35000 rpm.  that's right 35000rpm, she's a screamer.  Chad i beg you to reconsider the futility of your statement.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/115535225209808321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=115535225209808321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115535225209808321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115535225209808321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/08/hart-please-feel-heartbeat-of-america.html' title='Hart please feel the Heartbeat of AMERICA'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-115396970961493388</id><published>2006-07-26T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:14:59.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DA MAN</title><summary type='text'>It is a man's responsiblity to learn how sit or lay back with your arms over your head.  It shows other men that you are confident with your pits and the smell they produce.  It is also a sign that you are comfortable enough to let other people inyour world, this is done by showing your pits.  I think this is common knowledge amongst the men.  Women cann0t understand this.  They just sigh and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/115396970961493388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=115396970961493388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115396970961493388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115396970961493388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/07/da-man.html' title='DA MAN'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-115396911111783738</id><published>2006-07-26T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:58:31.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke Strikes Again!!</title><summary type='text'>When we leave sometimes Duke likes to show his frustration by eating things he shouldn't such as toliet paper.  He also eats socks, diapers (unused), and any other paper product.  He is a green dog, he likes to recycle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/115396911111783738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=115396911111783738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115396911111783738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115396911111783738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/07/duke-strikes-again.html' title='Duke Strikes Again!!'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-115396863845642932</id><published>2006-07-26T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:13:07.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEA</title><summary type='text'>This is an older picture of Jude...but it makes me laugh everytime I see it. He loves cake batter.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/115396863845642932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=115396863845642932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115396863845642932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115396863845642932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-yea.html' title='OH YEA'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-115376680315061714</id><published>2006-07-24T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:26:45.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New post 1999 (little red Corvette)</title><summary type='text'>Hey….i haven’t blogged in awhile because I have nothing to say, except:My kids are awesomeMy wife is awesomeMy face is awesomeMy new position is going wellMet the new neighbors behind us…(The guy looks like the HULK except he’s not green!)I miss Ron and Cher, Bob and Amy, Aaron and TinaI miss deep relationshipsGod shows up in weird situationsEvery human is the sameChrist is the center of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/115376680315061714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=115376680315061714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115376680315061714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/115376680315061714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-post-1999-little-red-corvette.html' title='New post 1999 (little red Corvette)'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-114550034545331447</id><published>2006-04-19T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:56:09.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What up?</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty heavy night tuesday.  A couple we know lost their baby three hours after he was born.  Not unexpected but nonetheless painful.  During the service they showed a slide show of pictures of this little guys short life.  It nearly ripped my heart out to somewhat sense the pain of the parents.  It was amazing.  The picture that really got to me was the mom brushing the little guy's hair</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114550034545331447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=114550034545331447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/114550034545331447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/114550034545331447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-up.html' title='What up?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-114169100119042083</id><published>2006-03-06T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:23:21.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my wife says I'm HOT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114169100119042083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=114169100119042083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/114169100119042083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/114169100119042083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-wife-says-im-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-113738104385691845</id><published>2006-01-15T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:16:15.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy!!!Field</title><summary type='text'>Hey I haven't posted in a long while. I guess i haven't had much to say that would be interesting. But today I saw Jesus. Now that is something worthing writing about. Here's how it transpired.I went to "church" this morning, played in the band and critically listened to a sermon that seemed like it would never end. I would have to say it was my heart condition that has tainted my view of things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113738104385691845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=113738104385691845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/113738104385691845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/113738104385691845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/holyfield.html' title='Holy!!!Field'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-112510660721495247</id><published>2005-08-26T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:46:11.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever met someone who would be called simple? Do you watch how they live? What they spend their money on? How they treat others? I am talking about the person who is simply in love with Jesus and doesn't get bogged down in the mire of debate. I wish i was that person. I am not the most eloquent of people but i am a good listener and enjoy listening in on conversations. But....Listening to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112510660721495247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=112510660721495247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/112510660721495247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/112510660721495247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-112364763748648967</id><published>2005-08-09T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:22:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity Explained part deux</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking recently about communion and communion meditations/thoughts/stories. I have come to the conclusion that communion is not just about forgiveness. Yes that is a part of it but often times it is phrased that we should think about or sins and how God forgives them because of the cross. True but when that is all you hear i think you can become misled or atleast miss out on some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112364763748648967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=112364763748648967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/112364763748648967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/112364763748648967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/trinity-explained-part-deux.html' title='Trinity Explained part deux'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-112044282161446720</id><published>2005-07-03T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:08:31.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SS1</title><summary type='text'>WellI've been biking more of late. It has been exhilirating to get out and hammer on the trails with the bros. Last weekend a couple of us went to Kettle Moraine Park in Wisconsin. We started at the John Muir trail head and rode over to Emma Carlin. When we hit Emma Carlin my legs just blew out. I had nothing left. The remaining 8 or so miles were brutal. My buddy tim just kept it steady eddie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112044282161446720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=112044282161446720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/112044282161446720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/112044282161446720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/07/ss1.html' title='SS1'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111629475164135818</id><published>2005-05-16T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:04:10.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><summary type='text'>I was discussing the "bread of life" in John with Bob the other night. I was prompted by God throughout the week to ponder the disciples repsonse to Jesus' far out teaching. They were saying among themselves that this is hard to accept. The teaching was pretty offensive to Jewish society. It was basically hardcore in your face stuff. Because of that many disciples walked away.I was wondering if I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111629475164135818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111629475164135818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111629475164135818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111629475164135818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/05/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111569397374248952</id><published>2005-05-09T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:59:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading Psalm 63 and the last couple of verses really stuck out to me. One thing God has spoken    two things I have heard:that you, O God, are strong  and that you, O Lord, are loving.I wonder how many teachable moments i have missed out on because I only saw the surface of what God was trying to tell me and not dig deeper.  Isn't it cool, though, how faithful God is.  He is always willing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111569397374248952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111569397374248952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111569397374248952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111569397374248952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-reading-psalm-63-and-last-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111569053091022004</id><published>2005-05-09T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:02:10.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Link</title><summary type='text'>I added Chad to my sidebar.  Chad is a friend of mine who attends the University of Illinois and is involved in a campus ministry.  I am excited to say that we have moved beyond the student/pastor relationship into two guys seeking the same thing. (he was a student in the student ministry)  He is a great guy with a great heart for God... He is asking many of the same questions that I am.  Check </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111569053091022004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111569053091022004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111569053091022004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111569053091022004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-link.html' title='New Link'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111465257617846353</id><published>2005-04-27T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:42:56.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dynamite</title><summary type='text'>A freakin' 12 gauge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111465257617846353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111465257617846353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111465257617846353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111465257617846353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/04/dynamite.html' title='dynamite'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111465253652839360</id><published>2005-04-27T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:42:16.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfjkl; (home row)</title><summary type='text'>I just put my daughter to bed.  As we were cuddling, she look up at me and said, "pray daddy".  It was so cool.  I think this is the first time she asked one of us to pray.  We always tell her that we are going to pray.  It was pretty exciting.  So we prayed and just cuddled.  Not to overspiritualize anything, but it really hit me hard that i really need to pray more.  The innocence and purity of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111465253652839360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111465253652839360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111465253652839360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111465253652839360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/04/asdfjkl-home-row.html' title='asdfjkl; (home row)'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111318618432916167</id><published>2005-04-10T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:23:30.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do da 'bot</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes after supper while cleaning up we listen to music. There is this charlie hall song (Psalm 126) that starts out with a cool little loop. It has a little beeping sound and a cool beat. This beat makes me want to do the robot, so I decided to teach the robot to Maddie our 2 1/2 year old. She can rock out, as well as our head banging son Jude. My kids know how to rock. Maddie says, "let's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111318618432916167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111318618432916167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111318618432916167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111318618432916167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-da-bot.html' title='Do da &apos;bot'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111112160781924477</id><published>2005-03-17T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:53:27.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Shopping!</title><summary type='text'>A local church just bought a declining shopping mall to use as it’s meeting place.  The reasons for the move are, even though they own around 75 acres of prime real estate, parking, space, etc…  The catch is the church is made up two separate entities, the church and the business.  The business bought the shopping mall and the church will meet there.  The stores will stay and so will the movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111112160781924477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111112160781924477&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111112160781924477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111112160781924477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/03/going-shopping.html' title='Going Shopping!'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-111024938246345571</id><published>2005-03-07T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:47:30.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><summary type='text'>I have a friend Who posted this on his webpage...I believe he wrote it. I am proud to say that he was one of "my" students when i was in "full-time ministry". I think Chad is on to something.  What do you think?Communion, rather, is intended to be a replication of The Last Supper where the disciples ate with Jesus, facing each other, eating a meal. Together they were asked to ‘do this in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111024938246345571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=111024938246345571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111024938246345571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/111024938246345571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110964576309793807</id><published>2005-02-28T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:56:03.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster Diving</title><summary type='text'>The other night I was enjoying one of the greatest things created by man: a chocolate extreme blizzard.  As I sat on the floor my daughter sat restlessly on my legs, like a little bird.  "daddy more" "daddy more"  It was pretty cool eating a blizzard with her but I had to cut her off because it was close to bed time.  She really wasn't ready to stop eating though, she found the lid and licked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110964576309793807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110964576309793807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110964576309793807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110964576309793807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/02/dumpster-diving.html' title='Dumpster Diving'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110688515166889782</id><published>2005-01-27T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:05:51.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><summary type='text'>I was invited to play at a winter camp in Feb.  So the "band" got together to practice tonight.  I have played with some of the guys before more with some than others so i thought i knew what to expect.  But tonight was different.  I have been away from playing in a band for several months and tonight brought a new appreciation for the gifts and talents God has given others.  I am not leading any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110688515166889782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110688515166889782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110688515166889782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110688515166889782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/01/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110627837593262869</id><published>2005-01-20T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:32:55.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Hello!Some funny stuff happened to me this week at work.  Yesterday I was helping the flooring guys carry out tile to their vehicle.  Once we finished the guy was trying to shut the garage door but the automatic opener was not letting it shut.  So me being the ever helpful, walk over pulled the red handle and the door released.  I started to run out of the garage and WHAMO! right on top of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110627837593262869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110627837593262869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110627837593262869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110627837593262869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/01/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110601974131348298</id><published>2005-01-17T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:42:21.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A must read</title><summary type='text'>I was searching through Brian's blog to find this beautiful piece.  Please read and enjoy.  I hope he doesn't get upset that I posted this in my blog.  I was moved by it and wanted my friends to read it. A Prayer for the MorningThe Holy King of Creation sits high on his ThroneMercy is in his right hand, justice in his leftHe watchesHe breathesHe knowsMercy in his right, justice in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110601974131348298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110601974131348298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110601974131348298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110601974131348298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/01/must-read.html' title='A must read'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110601841413319484</id><published>2005-01-17T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:20:14.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My kids are awesome...we are so blessed.  Sometimes I sit on the couch and play my guitar with the kids running  or crawling around and I was prompted to sing this. When i look at my child I seeJesus staring back at meAnd I knowHe is the KingWhen they smile back at mei get a sense of humilityand I knowHe is the KingWhen I feel their arms around meI feel His grace rain down on meand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110601841413319484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110601841413319484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110601841413319484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110601841413319484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-kids-are-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110541286934210686</id><published>2005-01-10T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:07:49.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>U2</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't listen to U2's new cd you should.  It is good stuff.  I think it is more reminiscent of their older stuff.  Give it listen, it will definetly grow on you.peace outTim (i don't know anything about music) Fountain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110541286934210686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110541286934210686&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110541286934210686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110541286934210686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/01/u2.html' title='U2'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110541264698760106</id><published>2005-01-10T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:04:06.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstance</title><summary type='text'>The last few months have been trying spiritually speeking.  I believe God has once again opened my eyes.  I have been allowing external circumstances shape how I view reality.  In truth reality is what God is doing in and through you.  I have not been neccesarily looking for God in these conditions but just have been plowing through.  Have you ever just plown through life hoping to drudge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110541264698760106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110541264698760106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110541264698760106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110541264698760106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2005/01/circumstance.html' title='Circumstance'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110358833020209517</id><published>2004-12-20T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:18:50.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out</title><summary type='text'>check out chris marshall's blog about church structures for saturday 18th he is listed on my links.peace out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110358833020209517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110358833020209517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110358833020209517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110358833020209517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/12/check-it-out.html' title='check it out'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110316753424531107</id><published>2004-12-15T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:25:34.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut Check</title><summary type='text'>Over the last few weeks i have been struggling with what is happening with my life (or lack of).  I can't remember not having something to do.  I've always been involved with something or cause if you will.  After I left the paid ministry i decided to lay back a little and just watch and look for God.  It has been interesting to say the least.  What I am finding myself wanting to do is to run </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110316753424531107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110316753424531107&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110316753424531107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110316753424531107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/12/gut-check.html' title='Gut Check'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110118173043014989</id><published>2004-11-22T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:48:50.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The fam</title><summary type='text'>It has been over a week since Jill fell into the arms of her Savior, Redeemer.  I have had much time to reflect on the event.I got the call around 6:00 Friday morning.  I new something was up when my cell rang and wayne was on the other end.  "Have you heard?"  Heard what?  "Jill is not doing good, it sounds like Matt all over again."  My heart sank.  I had this feeling like she wasn't going to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110118173043014989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110118173043014989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110118173043014989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110118173043014989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/11/fam.html' title='The fam'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-110117964102549382</id><published>2004-11-22T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:14:01.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshly Fired</title><summary type='text'>Well...what can i say?  I got fired today...no i didn't.  I had to fire someone today.  I really tried to reach out to this guy and encourage him to be honest.  It didn't happen.  This is my first job where I've had the authority to fire people.  When I worked in a church there were a couple of people that I would have like to fire but since they were paying my salary that wasn't going to happen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/110117964102549382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=110117964102549382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110117964102549382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/110117964102549382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/11/freshly-fired.html' title='Freshly Fired'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109945034810986506</id><published>2004-11-02T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:52:28.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your momma is an electoral vote</title><summary type='text'>I would love to blog right now but either:1)  I have insufficient data2)  It's too close to call3)  the poles haven't closed4)  i have to go peethank you and good night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109945034810986506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109945034810986506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109945034810986506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109945034810986506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/11/your-momma-is-electoral-vote.html' title='Your momma is an electoral vote'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109936524887992582</id><published>2004-11-01T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:22:49.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Far From The Kingdom of God</title><summary type='text'>I have been gathering with some friends to take a fresh look at Jesus. We wanted to get know the personality of Jesus a bit better. Often times I would read something and look for the teaching which is not all bad. I sometimes would lose sight of the context in which it was said and the greater context of how it fits in with all of Scripture. What I have found is that sometimes the teaching is in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109936524887992582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109936524887992582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109936524887992582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109936524887992582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-not-far-from-kingdom-of-god.html' title='You Are Not Far From The Kingdom of God'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109901654739564925</id><published>2004-10-28T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:24:53.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelby</title><summary type='text'>Well...it has finally arrived. It is time to put my companion of 9 years down. She has seen the best and worst of me and unfortunately has been at the receiving end of many beatings. (they were all pretty much deserved...she once at our brand new couch.) You have probably figured out that i am talking about my dog. (rottweiller)We got Shelby when we first got married and she became like a child</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109901654739564925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109901654739564925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109901654739564925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109901654739564925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/10/shelby.html' title='Shelby'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109864838210954519</id><published>2004-10-24T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:09:03.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation?</title><summary type='text'>I had a very close friend lose his brother this week. Also had a very close friend have a scary experience with chest pains and high blood pressure at 36 years of age.death spiritual/physicalseparationpermanentbrutalsuffocatingsmotheringcrushinghopelessmeaningless Lifeunityexhilarationconfoundingperplexinghoperedemptionrestorationhealinginfinitegrace I pray that we would cling to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109864838210954519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109864838210954519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109864838210954519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109864838210954519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/10/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109735683712174703</id><published>2004-10-09T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T16:20:37.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><summary type='text'>HeyFor the two of you out there that know I exist, I am still alive.  The last several months have been pretty hectic.  My wife has been through two back surgeries in 9 days.  I have learned through this that i am an extremely selfish person in my sinful core but thankfully God is continuing to work in me and change me to reflect who he is.  He never ceases to amaze me with how he provides and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109735683712174703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109735683712174703&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109735683712174703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109735683712174703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109098563915328933</id><published>2004-07-27T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:33:59.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I new it was a waste</title><summary type='text'>It was a waste of my time to respond.  I new that would be the response of mr. a.  May God bless his life amd may he learn from others that differ in opinion, may i emphasize opinion. Here is another heretical thought to chew on.  As I was reading through Acts the other day I was struck about how little Paul talked about the church and how much he talked about Jesus.  I was looking for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109098563915328933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109098563915328933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109098563915328933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109098563915328933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-new-it-was-waste.html' title='I new it was a waste'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-109089258481926461</id><published>2004-07-26T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:37:54.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Local A</title><summary type='text'>A-man   What up?  It's been a long time since I've posted.  I really didn't plan on responding to your comment because I thought it would be a waste of my time.  I will make a deal with you.  I will be willing to carrier on a conversation if you will email me your name.  I will not post it on the web.  If i am not mistaken this is what you are saying: Christ died for the church only the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/109089258481926461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=109089258481926461&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109089258481926461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/109089258481926461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/07/dear-mr-local.html' title='Dear Mr. Local A'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108984335716558178</id><published>2004-07-14T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T09:43:42.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My definition of church or lack thereof</title><summary type='text'>Dear AnonymousSimple but complex question.  I see the church as a living organism that should permeate culture or maybe a like a virus.  I don't see it as a static "thing".  When most Christian define church they instantly but a name to it which is the building they meet in.  Another common questions is: what church do you go to?  I don't, I am just part of the church.  Make sense?  If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108984335716558178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108984335716558178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108984335716558178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108984335716558178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-definition-of-church-or-lack.html' title='My definition of church or lack thereof'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108925492003430655</id><published>2004-07-07T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:48:40.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trinity Explained</title><summary type='text'>(This post has nothing to do with the Trinity, I am just trying to sound smart)I just started my 3rd week with Tom Howlett Construction. The first week was an overwhelming week with facts, procedures, people, floor plans, policies, politics thrown at me at break neck speed.  It was hard to digest.  Through out the week though, i never once thought about church, I had no stress!  You know the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108925492003430655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108925492003430655&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108925492003430655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108925492003430655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/07/trinity-explained.html' title='The Trinity Explained'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108873360224181935</id><published>2004-07-01T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:00:02.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chat...</title><summary type='text'>Hey...I just sat down to write something deep and profound but my boy is crying.  So i will try again tomorrow or Sunday night.  If you are a praying person, could you lift up Matt's family, the funeral is Saturday and I am sure they are still in shock and are  broken to pieces.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108873360224181935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108873360224181935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108873360224181935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108873360224181935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/07/chat.html' title='chat...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108865257788755997</id><published>2004-06-30T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T06:46:56.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Bellows</title><summary type='text'>What up?  It has been awhile since I have sat down to write.  I started a new job on the 21st of may and haven't had much time to sit down and reflect.  That time is now but I have to put it off to share something that would shake anyone to the core.  I received a call last Friday night that Matt Bellows was in the hospital for pancreaitis.  Drew said he was doing okay.  Sunday morning at 7:23 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108865257788755997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108865257788755997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108865257788755997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108865257788755997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/matt-bellows.html' title='Matt Bellows'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108757843929379505</id><published>2004-06-18T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T12:10:36.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLF</title><summary type='text'>Well i just finished another round of golf.  I went with my buddies terry and aaron.  We made great time around the course and i didn't lose any balls.  Terry is great to golf with because he has some sort of black market connection, his whole truck is full of golf balls.  He gave me 5 sleeves of titlelist golf balls, 2 sleeves of wilson distance or something, now i don't have to buy any balls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108757843929379505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108757843929379505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108757843929379505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108757843929379505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/golf.html' title='GOLF'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108739116778726193</id><published>2004-06-16T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T08:06:07.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Took a Nap</title><summary type='text'>This morning i rolled out of the bed to head to the gym loathing ever step to the car wishing I was in bed sleeping.  I got in the car, cleared out the sleepy bugs and got on my way.  I was relieved to see that my brother was not there yet.  So i reclined the seat eagerly waiting his arrival. NOT.  When I opened my eyes a half hour had slipped by and no brother!  I fell a sleep in the car!  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108739116778726193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108739116778726193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108739116778726193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108739116778726193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/took-nap.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Took a Nap&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108739088829278960</id><published>2004-06-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T08:01:28.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big D</title><summary type='text'>I like to call him Big D...not really, I've really never called him Big D but his name is Dan Carlson.  He's a good friend and keeps me on my toes.  Check his blog out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108739088829278960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108739088829278960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108739088829278960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108739088829278960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/big-d.html' title='Big D'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108724519484850867</id><published>2004-06-14T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T15:33:14.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Crap</title><summary type='text'>Just parousing thourgh some stuff...if you would look at Here I Go Again you can see some frustations.  I wrote this to spark some conversation with the elders but I never sent it out.  This is just part of it...the rest of it sucks worse than this.  Whatever I just thought I would share it with you.INCARNATIONAL vs. ATTRACTIONALThe church in it’s infancy only could look to Christ as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108724519484850867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108724519484850867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108724519484850867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108724519484850867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/old-crap.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Old Crap&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108724182699558840</id><published>2004-06-14T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:37:06.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I miss?</title><summary type='text'>My life seems to be in a whirlwind right now. My time is ending at church and with new life beginning elsewhere I haven't had much time to reflect.  I am sure I will go into some mourning when I realize what I will be missing but excited as to what I will be gaining.  I know one thing I will miss more than anything...greeting my beautiful children in the morning and hugging and kissing on them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108724182699558840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108724182699558840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108724182699558840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108724182699558840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-will-i-miss.html' title='What will I miss?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108688281453261939</id><published>2004-06-10T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:53:34.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bobo strikes again</title><summary type='text'>Go to bob's page and leave a comment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108688281453261939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108688281453261939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108688281453261939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108688281453261939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/bobo-strikes-again.html' title='The Bobo strikes again'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108662567184608871</id><published>2004-06-07T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T11:27:51.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><summary type='text'>As I said in my last post that this would be a watershed week and it was.  I resigned my position as Assc. Student Minister Sunday.  I have to say that it was a relief.  I have been struggling with what to do.  I have been convicted that the way money is spent in my current church which I believe is not the way God intended it to be.  The attractional model(read shaping of things to come) is in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108662567184608871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108662567184608871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108662567184608871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108662567184608871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-beginnings.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;New Beginnings&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108621336470532814</id><published>2004-06-02T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:56:04.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What up chuck?</title><summary type='text'>Reflection and introspection often cause pain.  I've been listening to the now classic Counting Crows CD "August and Everything After".  It was the summer of 95 that I bathed myself in this melancholy CD.  I was a young punk,lost,cocky and I had the world figured out.  My girlfriend and I just broke up after a 4 year relationship.  It was done over the phone as she was 6 hours away.  It was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108621336470532814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108621336470532814&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108621336470532814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108621336470532814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-up-chuck.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;What up chuck?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108499699758598716</id><published>2004-05-19T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:03:17.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST NIGHT</title><summary type='text'>It is the last night of our JR. High program.  WHEW...It has been a good year but the lack of effort on my part is evident. It seems to me like I failed, yeah the numbers where up from last year but who cares.  I still feel like a failure.  I wonder where my passion went or if I had it all.  Well anyways there is always next year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108499699758598716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108499699758598716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108499699758598716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108499699758598716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-night.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;LAST NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108472405471667032</id><published>2004-05-16T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T11:14:14.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellowship</title><summary type='text'>I know one of the key tenets for church is community.  When we use that word community what do we mean?  Are we referring to fellowship, in it's biblical sense not we have made it to be: potlucks and bible studies.  Is there are difference between community and fellowship?  Can you have fellowship with a person outside of Christ?  1 John chapter seems to state that fellowship occurs with other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108472405471667032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108472405471667032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108472405471667032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108472405471667032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/fellowship.html' title='Fellowship'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108439113186218174</id><published>2004-05-12T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:53:19.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplyb</title><summary type='text'>I have been reading this Brian guy's blog for a couple of weeks and he is an excellent writer unlike me.  He has great insights that cut to the core of who we are and who we can become.  He seems humble and I would like to meet him some day.  Read his blogs.  It is a great thing to be reminded of...here is a little taste.I suppose that underneath it all is the truth that I am not at home here. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108439113186218174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108439113186218174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108439113186218174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108439113186218174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/simplyb.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Simplyb&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108439014319129225</id><published>2004-05-12T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:29:03.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday at our student service we had a prayer and praise time. The students praised God for His faithfulness, they thanked God for their moms which was very moving.  Then it got pretty tough.  A high schooler shared how her mom left a lasting impression on her and how she continues to learn more things about her and her Godly character.  It was powerful. Her mother past away two years ago.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108439014319129225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108439014319129225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108439014319129225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108439014319129225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/mothers-day.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mother&apos;s Day&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108421729288763658</id><published>2004-05-10T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:28:12.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Something New</title><summary type='text'>Yeah...I am a computer genius...I lost my comments can't figure out how to get them back.  Maybe tommorow.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108421729288763658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108421729288763658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108421729288763658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108421729288763658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying Something New'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-10838782581830820</id><published>2004-05-06T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:24:35.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think of this statement?</title><summary type='text'>What postmodern people are crying out for is not better doctrine or clearer theology, but simply kindness in a choatic and haphazard world?  The Shaping of Things to Come pg. 145.Is this true in your current context? If so, why?Thanks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/10838782581830820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=10838782581830820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/10838782581830820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/10838782581830820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-do-you-think-of-this-statement.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of this statement?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108386751831954018</id><published>2004-05-06T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:23:05.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I dont' know this guy and hope he doesn't mind me sending a couple of my friends his way but this is a post that I found most intriguing and relevant to my current situation.  Please read the rest a Greg Hubbard's blog.Friday, April 30, 2004  Two Theories to Try On YouToday I had a phone call from a lady from So. Cal. with questions about how we do what we do as Apex. I have the privilege/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108386751831954018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108386751831954018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108386751831954018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108386751831954018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/good-stuff.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Good Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108385719241106516</id><published>2004-05-06T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T10:30:58.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Obvious</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever find yourself making statements that are obvious.  Like hey a betcha that hurt, after someone smacks their thumb with a hammer.  Or what are you doing?  As you are watching somebody talk on the phone or whatever.  Makes me feel like a dork when I make those comments.  Well yesterday I was the recipent of at least 4000 obvious comments.  Yesterday I planned on witnessing to mr. fairway</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108385719241106516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108385719241106516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108385719241106516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108385719241106516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/da-obvious.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Da Obvious&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108351508341813174</id><published>2004-05-02T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T11:29:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Catchy Title</title><summary type='text'>Maddie my daughter is the cutest girl I've ever laid eyes on, really she is!  She loves to giggle, growl, jump around, spin around, give hugs, kiss her little brother, she is cool.  I've noticed lately that her ability to imitate what she sees is progressing at a break neck speed.  She watches everything on t.v. and every move that I make.  For instance we were watching the "wiggles" an annoying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108351508341813174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108351508341813174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108351508341813174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108351508341813174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/05/no-catchy-title.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;No Catchy Title&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108300442383828544</id><published>2004-04-26T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:37:56.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I reaching?</title><summary type='text'>As I have been thinking about "church" and it's approach to "evangelism" there is a word that I think helps perpetuate the idea of the attractional model.  When you surf several sites for churches you can usually see in their mission statement that they want to "reach" people for Christ.  While this is not bad in of itself but where is the church standing when they are reaching?  They are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108300442383828544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108300442383828544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108300442383828544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108300442383828544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/am-i-reaching.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Am I reaching?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108265696121817094</id><published>2004-04-22T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:06:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><summary type='text'>Are any you tired of having someone in charge of you?  Does anybody out there enjoy a heirachal leadership structure in the church?  If so why?  I have an unholy dissatisfaction with it and I have talked long enough about it so i decided to keep a positive attitude and hold out hope.  I was holding out hope that our church could be different when it came to structure which I believed in turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108265696121817094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108265696121817094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108265696121817094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108265696121817094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/here-i-go-again.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Here I Go Again&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108247575494889453</id><published>2004-04-20T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:46:39.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oww My Face!</title><summary type='text'>I have what you would call a very model like face, so it is very very valuable almost irreplaceable.  Okay, i think i might be stretching the truth, okay I could be a model for farm and fleet or some construction clothing apparell or possibly a harley catalog.  Anyway my face seems to be a natural magnet for pain when i am enjoying certain activities like mountain biking or my newest thing: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108247575494889453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108247575494889453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108247575494889453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108247575494889453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/oww-my-face.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Oww My Face!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108238784312691914</id><published>2004-04-19T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T10:39:32.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-mart parking lot = church?</title><summary type='text'>Last night I met some guys at applebees to talk about the Kingdom.  In order to get to Applebees I had to traverse my way through Wal-mart's dreaded labyrinth of a parking lot.  It was 8:00 p.m. and the days collection of shopping carts were everywhere.  I am not kidding when i say there where at least 100 shopping carts piled up against curbs, trees, dogs, elephants, little children still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108238784312691914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108238784312691914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108238784312691914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108238784312691914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/wal-mart-parking-lot-church.html' title='Wal-mart parking lot = church?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108186878312309943</id><published>2004-04-13T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:10:18.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><summary type='text'>Well it has been a week since Jude was born.  It has yet to sink into my thick skull that we have another potential (praying everyday) citizen of the Kingdom.  When I look at him I am amazed at the total  reliance on mom and dad, it is humbling.  It's also a punch in the face.  You see i then gaze over at my beautiful daughter who is an angel but has times of total rebellion.  She is almost two.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108186878312309943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108186878312309943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108186878312309943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108186878312309943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-thought.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Just a Thought&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108179359192630181</id><published>2004-04-12T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T13:19:33.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><summary type='text'>Our newestbaby entered the world Tuesday at 8:18 p.m.  We have given him the name: Jude Thomas Fountain.  He weighed in at a small 5lbs 15oz and was 19" long.  He has huge feet and hands.  We love him and his big sister is doing a fine job so far.  I will blog a little later concerning Jude and Maddie.  God is good and faithful beyond our wildest imagination.  Peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108179359192630181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108179359192630181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108179359192630181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108179359192630181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/new-baby.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;New Baby&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108085599816624275</id><published>2004-04-01T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:50:16.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Since, then, you have been rasied with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seatd at the right hand of God.  Set your minds on the things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. Col. 3.1-4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108085599816624275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108085599816624275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108085599816624275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108085599816624275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108085099470228928</id><published>2004-04-01T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T14:42:47.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say influence?</title><summary type='text'>Man I am the man when it comes to influencing people and redundancy (look at the opening of the sentence)  I mean looky heremy best friend Aaron Guske finally joined the ranks of blogging.  I am excited that two of my comrades in this crazy journey together are now letting the world in on their insane minds.  I am looking forward to hearing from them as you should as well.  Check them out.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108085099470228928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108085099470228928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108085099470228928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108085099470228928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/04/can-you-say-influence.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Can you say influence?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108076085570781197</id><published>2004-03-31T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:24:33.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOBO THE MAN</title><summary type='text'>My buddy Bob Genis has just joined the ranks of blogdom.  I strongly suggest that you visit his site to see what is cooking in his head.  Although he doesn't have any posts, he will and they will be thought provoking at the least and possibly asinine at times.  Bob is cool.  He is talked about in my Mushy Mush post.  Plus he slammed me in brotherly love in my Passion Smassion post.  What a jerk!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108076085570781197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108076085570781197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108076085570781197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108076085570781197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/bobo-man.html' title='BOBO THE MAN'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108057344758356866</id><published>2004-03-29T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:21:44.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS BOOK</title><summary type='text'>I started reading this book, "The Shaping of Things to Come" and it is by far the best book I've read since New Kind of Christian.  Here is a little blurb from it:  "For us the Incarnation is an absolutely fundamental doctrine, not just as an irreducible part of the Christian confession, but also a theological prism through which we view our entire missional task in the world...To say that this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108057344758356866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108057344758356866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108057344758356866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108057344758356866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/read-this-book.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;READ THIS BOOK&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-108017852477560607</id><published>2004-03-24T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:38:52.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><summary type='text'>I just had a weird experience.  I have written a couple of songs in my day but never have I allowed anyone to hear them.  Well I have been goofing around with this one song and the JR. High Band liked it, so with the encouragement from one of the dads, we just played.  Like 5 minutes ago at our Jr. High night.  It is nerve racking to lay yourself out there to a bunch of Jr. High kids.  I pray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/108017852477560607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=108017852477560607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108017852477560607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/108017852477560607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/weird.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Weird&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107997759101318956</id><published>2004-03-22T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:49:55.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><summary type='text'>Read Clifton's blog  I don't know this guy from Adam but it is a interesting article concerning mission.  He is an Orthodox Christian seems pretty cool and he is friends with Gowin so you know he is a little wierd!  Peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107997759101318956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107997759101318956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107997759101318956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107997759101318956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107938213139198892</id><published>2004-03-15T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:27:39.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Close!</title><summary type='text'>Well I thought it might be time a few days ago but alas I was wrong.  It rained and the temp dropped.  My steel steed is calling or moaning from the garage: Get this dust off me, lube up the chain, check my brakes and lets ride!  I have had a desire to either race one time this year or participate in a 24 hour "race".  The problem is all the races are on Sunday and I will be out of town the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107938213139198892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107938213139198892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107938213139198892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107938213139198892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-getting-close.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;It&apos;s Getting Close!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107884559764599566</id><published>2004-03-09T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T09:23:04.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable TV</title><summary type='text'>My sister-in-law purchased us cable tv for a month because she felt sorry for my wife.  My wife who is on bed rest watches copious amounts of television because she can't do anything else, other than read.  Who can read for 10hrs a day?  Well anyway I watched "American Chopper" last night and thought I was going to die!  The show is built around the big rough and tough dad and the talented son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107884559764599566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107884559764599566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107884559764599566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107884559764599566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/cable-tv.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cable TV&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107877499001609796</id><published>2004-03-08T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:46:15.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul's Blog</title><summary type='text'>Good stuffBut i am finding that the oath to follow Jesus is full of surprises. I am finding that His promise to use my weaknesses is really true. And i am overwhelmed by the fact that these "weaknesses" are actually being used for others' good. Kinda' strange. I am also finding that control really is a fantasy. The more i live, the more i see beauty in the chaos - God moving over the deep, God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107877499001609796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107877499001609796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107877499001609796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107877499001609796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/pauls-blog.html' title='Paul&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107877437136147877</id><published>2004-03-08T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:35:57.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Smassion</title><summary type='text'>I saw the much touted film The Passion of the Christ last night.  My initial reaction was, "Couldn't Aaron get a better pirated copy than this!"  You see my wife is on bed rest and really wanted to see the film with me and some friends so that obviously legitimizing the stealing of a movie, right?  Well anyway it was okay.  I must say that I must be desensitized to violence because it was not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107877437136147877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107877437136147877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107877437136147877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107877437136147877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/passion-smassion.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Passion Smassion&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107817575010099172</id><published>2004-03-01T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T15:18:46.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I have added Tyler Hughes to my blog list.  He is a funny guy. I met him in college and thought he was cool.  He has surfaced on Michael Gowin's page, so I have added him to mine.  Both guys are at the right.  Read.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107817575010099172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107817575010099172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107817575010099172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107817575010099172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/new-blogger.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;New Blogger&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107817528035561458</id><published>2004-03-01T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T15:10:56.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Force and The Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>I am very intrigued by Luke 16:16.  It states that people were forcefully entering into the kingdom.  Was the message that Jesus was preaching so revolutionary that people were forcing there way into it?  Yes.  What is meant by "forcing"?  I am not sure and I don't have a butt load of commentaries lying around to read either but I can only imagine that it was total abandonedment to the old way of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107817528035561458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107817528035561458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107817528035561458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107817528035561458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/force-and-kingdom.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Force and The Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107817323497412228</id><published>2004-03-01T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:36:51.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoos and Pregnancy?</title><summary type='text'>I just got off the phone with my wife who is el prego.  She was watching a baby story and mentioned that the woman had a big tattoo on her stomach.  I began to think: "Was the tattoo big before her pregnancy or was it just stretched out?  Does the tattoo go back to normal or is whacked because of the pregnancy?" For instance if a woman would tattoo a smiley face on her stomach would it be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107817323497412228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107817323497412228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107817323497412228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107817323497412228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/03/tattoos-and-pregnancy.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;tattoos and Pregnancy?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107755146544130029</id><published>2004-02-23T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T11:20:51.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSHY MUSH</title><summary type='text'>As I have mentioned before I am meeting with some guys on Thursday mornings to discuss "church".  I have been encouraged by these meetings and believe it or not some practical things have come out of them.  I know now that I am not alone and that there are people that think in a similar fashion as me.  What I have learned about myself through these meetings are it is better to listen than to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107755146544130029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107755146544130029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107755146544130029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107755146544130029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/02/mushy-mush.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;MUSHY MUSH&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107746183276275055</id><published>2004-02-22T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T08:59:58.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!</title><summary type='text'>Hello.  I am still alive, barely.  The last month has been one of the most stressful months of my life.  Just a glimpse into the craziness of February.Dog goes to vet: $120I get dog into car. Car has flat tire, must change in parking lot with 110 pound dog moving around, while hoping car does not fall off jack. cost: $50Get gas bill for Jan. $200Have melt down with eldership cost: priceless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107746183276275055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107746183276275055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107746183276275055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107746183276275055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/02/whew.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;WHEW!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107463016446752045</id><published>2004-01-20T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:25:04.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIAH</title><summary type='text'>Check out Miah's post for today good stuff.  Man I love that guys heart!  Although, he is tall and ugly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107463016446752045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107463016446752045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107463016446752045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107463016446752045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/01/miah.html' title='MIAH'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107463007308710084</id><published>2004-01-20T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:23:13.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Authority/Structures/Frustrated</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here in my office thinking about the church I am concerned with the continued teaching that the "pastors" have all the answers.  I know that this is probably not done intentionally but it is communicated through words, structures, and actions taken by church staffs.  I begin to wonder if being paid to do what I do is okay.  I wonder if people give me too much authority.  With the current</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107463007308710084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107463007308710084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107463007308710084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107463007308710084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2004/01/authoritystructuresfrustrated.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Authority/Structures/Frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107288369240039125</id><published>2003-12-31T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T09:15:33.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read This Post</title><summary type='text'>Good conversations, interesting stuff.  December 26, 2003Alan Creech  There are alot of great conversations in the responses. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107288369240039125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107288369240039125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107288369240039125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107288369240039125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/read-this-post.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Read This Post&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107283867941805093</id><published>2003-12-30T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T20:44:56.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Rockstar</title><summary type='text'>During JR. High all i did was play the guitar.  Trying to emulate all my guitar heros wondering what it would be like to get paid to play the guitar.   I was the ultimate wannabe.  I even got a metal method tape to learn how to play fast like Vinne Moore, Marty Friedman and others.  I truly wanted to be a rock star and here I find myself 30 years old and getting paid to play my guitar with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107283867941805093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107283867941805093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107283867941805093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107283867941805093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/kid-rockstar.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Kid Rockstar&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107169625621510124</id><published>2003-12-17T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T15:24:30.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community?</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking the other day what community means or how it is plays out within the church.  What does the church usually identify as community: small groups is the most common answer.  We ask people to leave their comfort zone and enter into the Christian bubble.  This is the case in most churches and it is the case where I currently serve.  But I did get a glimpse of what community could be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107169625621510124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107169625621510124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107169625621510124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107169625621510124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/community.html' title='Community?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107150750191359601</id><published>2003-12-15T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:58:34.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from the doc and it's a boy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107150750191359601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107150750191359601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107150750191359601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107150750191359601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107115627731499615</id><published>2003-12-11T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T09:24:49.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirk's Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Kirk Bolen (Eddie Van Halen Jr.)  Kirk is a cool guy check him out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107115627731499615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107115627731499615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107115627731499615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107115627731499615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/kirks-blogging.html' title='Kirk&apos;s Blogging'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107115479210349171</id><published>2003-12-11T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T10:42:15.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LABELED</title><summary type='text'>Labels are funny.  I have been labeled my entire life and although there is truth to most of the labels they don't define who I am.  During childhood I was one of the twins, the baby.  In high school I was labeled a stoner or metal head.  While I was a metal head I definitely wasn't a stoner. I left that up to my older brothers because they seemed to be rather proficient at getting stoned.  Maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107115479210349171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107115479210349171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107115479210349171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107115479210349171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/labeled.html' title='LABELED'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107108560464255136</id><published>2003-12-10T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:49:24.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RediscoveredI sit in my chair all day long listening to music while I work.  I get tired of the same ole stuff. I listen to Dave Matthews, David Crowder, Worship stuff, Edie Brickell, Sting all day.  I have heard it all a zillion times!!!  BLAH...I was looking for a photodraw disc at home and I found a burned CD i haven't heard in awhile.  Train Drops of Juniper.  What a refreshing CD.  I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107108560464255136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107108560464255136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107108560464255136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107108560464255136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/rediscovered-i-sit-in-my-chair-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-107042049226101952</id><published>2003-12-02T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:01:42.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KingdomI don't know about you but the Kingdom of God/Heaven is confusing.  I was given the opportunity to speak about Kingdom responsibility Sunday and boy did I ever screw it up.  I tried to explain the very basics of the Kingdom to Jr. High and High school students.  I vaguely comprehend the basics of the Kingdom so it was an enormous task for me.  I trust God works despite my inadequateness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/107042049226101952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=107042049226101952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107042049226101952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/107042049226101952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/kingdom-i-dont-know-about-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-10702955337570744</id><published>2003-12-01T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T15:12:16.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should've Got a Smaller OneYesterday afternoon was absolutely gorgeous.  We decided it would be the perfect time to go get our Christmas tree.  We started this tradition last year and my wife almost went to Menards to get the tree...NO WAY!  We are going to the tree farm, I insisted.  We got there and we happened to meet up with some friends.  It happened to us last year too.  Friends are great</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/10702955337570744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=10702955337570744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/10702955337570744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/10702955337570744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/12/shouldve-got-smaller-one-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-106936519005992292</id><published>2003-11-20T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T15:53:16.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The WeekendI am leaving Friday night for a brief retreat with 30 Jr High schoolers.  I will let you now how it turns out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/106936519005992292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=106936519005992292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106936519005992292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106936519005992292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/11/weekend-i-am-leaving-friday-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-106919452082870420</id><published>2003-11-18T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:28:47.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThankfulThere are lots of things to be thankful for: family, friends, church, Jesus etc...  I was struck the other day how God has blessed my life with all of the above.  As Maddie was riding around my on shoulders just goofin around it was sweet music to my ears to hear her laugh and giggle.  She tries to look you in the face while she is on your shoulders so it tends to get a bit acrobatic.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/106919452082870420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=106919452082870420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106919452082870420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106919452082870420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/11/thankful-there-are-lots-of-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-106856287680833538</id><published>2003-11-11T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:01:21.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PassionI began to doubt the passion God has placed within me and thought it might just be arrogant, selfish Tim wanting to stand on a soap box.  But this little insight help me.  "Our belief and feelings cannot be changed by achoice. We cannot just choose to have differentbeliefs or feelings. But we do have some liberty totake in different ideas and information and to thinkabout things in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/106856287680833538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=106856287680833538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106856287680833538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106856287680833538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/11/passion-i-began-to-doubt-passion-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-106847750341029521</id><published>2003-11-10T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T09:18:27.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I Getting It?Let me set the stage.  Last night we had our annual harvest banquet or night of thanks or whatever.   The food was good, the people were great, in my opinion the "program" pretty much rubbed me the wrong way the entire night, not mention I forgot to tape "ALIAS" Every time I hear the mission/vision statement of our church it makes me want to puke, "We want to be a healthy church</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/106847750341029521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=106847750341029521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106847750341029521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106847750341029521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/11/am-i-getting-it-let-me-set-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029377.post-106796104278076309</id><published>2003-11-04T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T09:50:46.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i suck...trying to add a comment thing...computers suck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/feeds/106796104278076309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029377&amp;postID=106796104278076309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106796104278076309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029377/posts/default/106796104278076309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tfountain.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472729271387456650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nbofLga4I/SQp0s19XioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TaJpjTgKHw4/S220/IMG_1826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
