<?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-1313653153286580084</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:05:06.512-06:00</updated><category term='Ramble'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='Editorial'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='inspirations'/><category term='retreat'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Local News'/><category term='Spiritual Walk'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Accountability'/><title type='text'>Doc Terru's Lab</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5096209476860781366</id><published>2012-02-13T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:15:38.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soldier-Dedicated to all of those who serve and have served</title><content type='html'>Serving in all capacities.&lt;br /&gt;Observant of people; friendly or not.&lt;br /&gt;Long-suffering during campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;Dilligent in duty.&lt;br /&gt;Insightful to accomplish the mission.&lt;br /&gt;Ever ready to accept a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Respected by those have served before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5096209476860781366?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5096209476860781366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5096209476860781366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5096209476860781366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5096209476860781366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2012/02/soldier-dedicated-to-all-of-those-who.html' title='The Soldier-Dedicated to all of those who serve and have served'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4631110314938134931</id><published>2012-02-13T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:12:54.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatters on the Internet</title><content type='html'>Chatters talk away,&lt;br /&gt;On voice or in type.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music,&lt;br /&gt;Or discussing other topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lonely find friends,&lt;br /&gt;And others discover neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;Some read poetry,&lt;br /&gt;Others mute, and type on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4631110314938134931?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4631110314938134931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4631110314938134931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4631110314938134931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4631110314938134931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2012/02/chatters-on-internet.html' title='Chatters on the Internet'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-175892752822557005</id><published>2012-01-15T18:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:27:02.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Consistently</title><content type='html'>If nothing else, this one element of writers and authors has gotten me off-kilter. So I am trying to schedule one evening a week to write in this blog to get back into the habit. More to come later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-175892752822557005?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/175892752822557005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=175892752822557005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/175892752822557005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/175892752822557005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2012/01/writing-consistently.html' title='Writing Consistently'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-909982429685950498</id><published>2012-01-08T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:00:21.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, 2011 is now history-put it in the journals, store it away on the hard drives and put it behind you. 2012 is a new year full of challenges, new horizons and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be different for me in many ways-my daughter is not in college and living in California (who saw that coming, right?) I'm still working for the Monogrammer, but I have a place online to display my novels. I've taken some of the feedback and have updated my manuscripts. Now I'm attempting to write more and spend less time on social media sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that note, to all my friends on Facebook-do me a favor please? Stop sending me app requests? I don't spend enough time there to make use of them especially Farmville, Mafia Wars, or any other gaming app. My time will be spent writing something either here, in my novels, or writing more poetry to get my juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your 2012 be full of grace, mercy and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-909982429685950498?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/909982429685950498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=909982429685950498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/909982429685950498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/909982429685950498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5602500946443509747</id><published>2011-12-03T17:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:06:01.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home?</title><content type='html'>Mellisa came home Wednesday night and since she's been back, I have tried to hold conversations with her and I guess I do not know how to do that anymore. I ask her about activity or is something she would like to do with us (meaning her mother and I) I always get a "no" response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes as of no surprise to me anymore. I can admit it-as a Dad I am limited in what I like to do or how I relate to people. Although I try to make an effort, I guess my effort is not good enough or I don't know how ro put forth that effort anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that my daughter is now, for all practical purposes, an adult and she has her own agenda; and those plans no longer include her mother and I. I'm not so much disappointed in her as I am in myself. Perhaps I didn't do that right when she was younger or I really never did it right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day when she reads some of my writing, she understands I write, at times, my regrets as I have apparently have failed her over and over again. Maybe I am just getting old and maybe a little crazy, or maybe I never knew how to grow as a father and I guess I'll never will. I can only blame myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5602500946443509747?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5602500946443509747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5602500946443509747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5602500946443509747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5602500946443509747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home?'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5981541679971907193</id><published>2011-11-13T13:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:27:04.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Celebration</title><content type='html'>Today, our church family lost a dear friend. One of our elders, Lynon Owens, passed away sometime between last night and this morning. He was loved by all of our church family and will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is a day of celebration, not only for him, but us as well. Today, he is home with the Lord. We still worshipped with singing and a message from our pastor. Another soul has gone home and one day, those of us who are redeemed, will see Lynon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5981541679971907193?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5981541679971907193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5981541679971907193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5981541679971907193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5981541679971907193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-of-celebration.html' title='A Day of Celebration'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8165535890284593336</id><published>2011-10-14T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:16:55.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Writing News</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, one of the reasons I started this blog, was to keep you up to date on my writing. Well, I found a new site in which to publish my novels into working critique models and get noticed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://www.authonomy.com"&gt;Authonomy.Com&lt;/a&gt;. I have my three mystery/crime novels up on the site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authonomy.com/books/37655/black-widow-murders-a-jason-vaughn-case-file"&gt;Black Widow Murders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authonomy.com/books/37753/master-sleuth-a-jason-vaughn-case-file"&gt;Master Sleuth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authonomy.com/books/37828/sailor-s-blues-a-jason-vaughn-case-file"&gt;Sailor's Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will take time to go by and check them out. Authonomy is a site sponsored by HarperCollins-a well-respected publishing house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, another publisher sent me an email concerning Sailor's Blues. They are interested in publishing this novel. This is exciting news and I hope the publisher will pick up the other two as a short series which will precede the Vaughn-NCIS series I will begin editing on soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8165535890284593336?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8165535890284593336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8165535890284593336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8165535890284593336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8165535890284593336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-writing-news.html' title='New Writing News'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5286309443383254747</id><published>2011-10-10T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:57:03.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Authonomy.Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi gang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my posts here are sporatic at best, but I couldn't wait to tell you about this. I have uploaded two novels of the Jason Vaughn Case Files onto &lt;a href="http://www.authonomy.com/"&gt;Authonomy.Com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This website is sponsored in part by HarperCollins Publishing. I hope you will take time to go there and look me up. If you're a member of the site, please check out Black Widow Murders, and Master Sleuth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5286309443383254747?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5286309443383254747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5286309443383254747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5286309443383254747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5286309443383254747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/10/authonomycom.html' title='Authonomy.Com'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-556761060389553849</id><published>2011-04-16T08:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:57:19.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilma’s Follow Up; Mom home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, as you can see from the title; this has been an active week for the Johnson house hold. Wilma’s follow up did not include an echocardiogram. It was a simple maintenance follow up and…she saw a picture of her heart workings. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We discovered her left ventricle (lower left heart chamber), was not pumping out properly.&amp;#160; The summation is a virus caused this abnormality and resulted in congestive heart failure (CHF). The echocardiogram is set for June 1st. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, Mom went to the emergency room Sunday afternoon and received a preliminary diagnosis of Pancreatitis. So, she was starved of solid food for two days and slowly returned to a normal diet…for her. Now, she itches all the time and has to go back to the doctor next week. Plus, the doctor also scheduled a colonoscopy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What this means, is only a guess. I will wait for the results. In the meantime, I’m still rolling along writing, and trying to taxi everyone on their appointed rounds. Faithful scout…that’s me! &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/TamgPr93OSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Rpq_QgZ6zvs/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-556761060389553849?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/556761060389553849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=556761060389553849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/556761060389553849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/556761060389553849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/04/wilmas-follow-up-mom-home.html' title='Wilma’s Follow Up; Mom home!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/TamgPr93OSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Rpq_QgZ6zvs/s72-c/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8954542224406590293</id><published>2011-04-03T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:43:02.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wilma is now able to go only once a month to the heart failure clinic. She’s scheduled to go a week from Wednesday; following her follow up with the cardiologist. This is encouraging since the cardiologist follow up will determine if she can now drive or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My hope is she is allowed to resume her regular workload so she can feel, in her words, useful again. I know I will be thankful because it means our routine will be easier to re-establish. So, I’m praying that the cardiologist will clear her to resume her normal routine around the house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8954542224406590293?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8954542224406590293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8954542224406590293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8954542224406590293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8954542224406590293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-month.html' title='Once a Month'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2778779800059936357</id><published>2011-03-22T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T06:30:04.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2-Wilma’s Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wilma’s been losing weight, and she’s noticed her clothes are falling off of her…almost literally! She went to church for the first time in 2 weeks last Sunday. Her interim Sunday School teacher wants to keep her in her class…two words: NOT HAPPENING!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course, I’m joking…but my fondest desire would be for my wife to rejoin our class on the 2nd floor. But, she has to wait until April 12th after the visit with the cardiologist. Today, she goes back to the heart failure clinic. She will have 2 more weeks unless the cardiologist determines her CHF (Congestive Heart Failure) is a permanent condition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We shall keep praying for more insight into what God’s purpose is for this development in our lives. But I hope when people ask Wilma about her CHF, my prayer is that it opens a door to share the Gospel. And that the Lord will lead the conversation in that direction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2778779800059936357?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2778779800059936357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2778779800059936357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2778779800059936357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2778779800059936357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-2-wilmas-recovery.html' title='Week 2-Wilma’s Recovery'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1555833065593518607</id><published>2011-03-16T07:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:57:16.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rash of an Allergy</title><content type='html'>Yes, you are reading it right-rash! Wilma developed a rash over a 2 day period and we ended up at the walk-in clinic to get it treated. The general consenus is she is supposed to space outher medication over the course of the day and not down it all at once; like she did in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her meds has been eliminated for the time being, and in addition to a coritcal steroid, she's taking benadryl every 6 hours. I could see the frustration on her face yesterday as to the lack of clarity in the meds instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now she's scheduling her meds accordingly, and she's still losing weight as well as maintaining a healthy blood pressure. Hopefully, we can resume a normal routine by April 12th. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1555833065593518607?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1555833065593518607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1555833065593518607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1555833065593518607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1555833065593518607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/03/rash-of-allergy.html' title='Rash of an Allergy'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3429660165596546124</id><published>2011-03-13T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:31:58.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update for Wilma</title><content type='html'>Wilma came home from the hospital Thursday. For the next 4 weeks, her activity has been modified to make sure the Mynx Vascular Closure Device in her right femoral artery works right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This means she can't lift anything over 5 lbs. or squat too deep. She can walk, but she's limited to 5 minute walks. This is a guideline only. Her diet will be low sodium at least for the time being. Wilma will have to monitor her blood pressure, weight, and fluid intake until the doctor says otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The medical prognosis is unknown until April 12th. But we can tell you what we know at this point. The doctor surmises Wilma caught a virus that attached itself to the flu she suffered from a month ago. The viral infection caused her to retain fluid, which led to CHF (Congestive Heart Failure). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both the echo cardiogram and the heart catheter indicated  her heart was normal and she had no blockages or damage. She's resting comfortably and thanks everyone for the prayers and continued prayers on her behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting next week, Wilma will need rides to the Cath Lab until she goes to the doctor on April 12th.  Wilma or I will give further updates as we receive information. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3429660165596546124?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3429660165596546124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3429660165596546124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3429660165596546124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3429660165596546124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-for-wilma.html' title='Update for Wilma'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6094685376118419972</id><published>2011-02-19T11:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:16:53.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Publishing Continues...</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read that right! My publishing endeavors will continue inspite of the slowing economy. With my trusty editing companion Mr. Webb, currently residing in Mississippi, we have worked out a deal where he will be eventually paid for his efforts and it will be equally painless for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deal is in the works to publish with a small house in Utah. In additon, Mr. Webb is improving his Photo Shop skills to provide book jacket covers for POD copies of my work. Hopefully, I'll be back completely on a writing tract I can stay with for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I'd like to extend my condolences to a dear friend and brother, Michael Hamby, on the passing of his mother. Farewell for now my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6094685376118419972?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6094685376118419972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6094685376118419972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6094685376118419972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6094685376118419972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2011/02/publishing-continues.html' title='Publishing Continues...'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7783193079344883706</id><published>2010-10-28T17:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:27:33.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramble'/><title type='text'>Using a new format</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone; I apologize for not writing in a long time, but I have been working on writing murder mysteries instead of science fiction. I’ve also started a fan fiction piece for the TV show NCIS. I thought an update using Windows Live Writer would be appropriate. Ta-Ta for now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7783193079344883706?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7783193079344883706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7783193079344883706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7783193079344883706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7783193079344883706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/10/using-new-format.html' title='Using a new format'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2309108603998807944</id><published>2010-04-20T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:49:45.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking About My Writing</title><content type='html'>One of my part time gigs for work is to monitor conferencing equipment for a satellite campus of a Division I University. If you've chatted with me at length, you know which one I work for. If not, no worries. But this beginning is related to one of the graduate students in one of those classes I monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked about my writing and told her I was working on a novel. And then asked about my lone publishing effort-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soldier and the Lady&lt;/span&gt;. She looked it up on Amazon.Com and discovered there was only on available copy. I encouraged her to go to the publisher's website which she could purchase the book at a discounted rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when asked, like many writers, I am always prepared to answer questions and discuss what different types of writing are enjoyed. Which reminds me, I hope I'm able to afford dues to the AWG (Abilene Writers Guild) this year and enter some of the writing contests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2309108603998807944?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2309108603998807944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2309108603998807944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2309108603998807944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2309108603998807944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/04/asking-about-my-writing.html' title='Asking About My Writing'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-560127186708404540</id><published>2010-04-19T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:04:37.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Yes...Doc Terru gets overwhelmed at times. Today feels like it at my day job.  Today it seemed like everything pertaining to my job needed to get done, all at once! So I trudge along, doing my best to get what I can done to keep my job at  a functional level. But there are times I think folks pile stuff on intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like working where I do, but I was told this was one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thankless&lt;/span&gt; jobs that keeps the whole operation going. I knew I'd have days like this, but those days seem to be multiplying all of a sudden. If this week starts out like last week, I might just throw my identification out the window, disappear, and become a hermit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay...yes-that is an extreme response to a temporary circumstance (at least I hope it's temporary), but those times when I feel overwhelmed make me want to just leave and never return. I do know that according to Romans 8:28; God will work all this out for His purpose and use it as part of my sanctification process (a fancy word for all my non-believer friends who read this as a process of God making me look like, in spirit and manner, more like Jesus Christ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after so many years of working in jobs where the thankless attitude is prevalent, I've become less patient, less able to control my outbursts, and more frustrated. Hopefully, one day my Lord and Savior will count me as someone who did his best with what he was gifted, and that my life will bring him honor and glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-560127186708404540?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/560127186708404540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=560127186708404540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/560127186708404540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/560127186708404540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/04/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4884982669391909477</id><published>2010-04-04T13:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:18:02.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Country Died</title><content type='html'>Back in March, prior to my 43rd birthday, my country died. The former United States of America sank into the bog of history with the coming of Universal Healthcare being signed into law. The prior year gave us the signs of our country's eventual decline into a Socialist nation: the banking industry, auto makers, and mortgage companies, all bailed out by our illustious president and his fellow turncoats-the Democratic leadership of Capitol Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using tax dollars provided to fund other necessary programs such as social security, medicare, and to care for our aging veterans, our current leadership has betrayed the very ideals upon which our country was founded. And yet, those who voted this current regime into office share the blame by wanting what they called &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;. Now, they have their change and now bey for the blood of this elected leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer are we a government by the people and for the people-we are now a government by and for the rich, fat cats of the U.S.(S.) Congress and Senate. No longer can I call myself a citizen of the United States of America, for that country died just a little over a month ago. Now truly, I am a stranger in a strange land-nothing more than a squatter whose rights decrease day in and day out to fund Mr. Obama's plans for socialist domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In parting, I would like to welcome all my readers to the UNITED SOCIALIST STATES OF AMERICA-may God help us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4884982669391909477?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4884982669391909477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4884982669391909477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4884982669391909477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4884982669391909477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-my-country-died.html' title='The Day My Country Died'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-528888362502215199</id><published>2010-03-22T14:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:48:16.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Eyes</title><content type='html'>I look into the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;What stares back?&lt;br /&gt;Lost eyes, tragic&lt;br /&gt;And beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Have cost me dearly.&lt;br /&gt;My family, my God,&lt;br /&gt;All shun me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go,&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Or do to erase,&lt;br /&gt;This sense of dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am told,&lt;br /&gt;By preachers, teachers,&lt;br /&gt;And others God still waits.&lt;br /&gt;He continually knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how often we all feel this type of dread in our lives. And does it make sense to feel so hopeless when right besides us, the Holy Spirit tugs at our heart strings and knocks at the heart's door? The last two days, I have felt this sense of dread. Nothing going right, and everything feels ready to fall apart. I know that God is in control and that all things work to the good of those who love the Lord and who are called according to his purpose (ref. Romans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that as long as I confess my sin to the Lord, and repent of those sins, my life might still be chaotic, but there will be peace amidst the chaos. I hope and pray that you who read this entry, will find the peace of God, which transcends all comprehension, in your daily lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-528888362502215199?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/528888362502215199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=528888362502215199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/528888362502215199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/528888362502215199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-eyes.html' title='Lost Eyes'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8878452892328063093</id><published>2010-03-03T16:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:17:54.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing on a Netbook</title><content type='html'>This is a new expewrience-writing on an HP Netbook, in stead of that monstrous desktop. I'm learning that I have to be careful or I might end up with something like this...joiuhu, in the middle of the document I'm working on. Still, I like having the option of going wireless and working from anywhere around the house or town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am working on writing projects constantly, please feel free to follow me here as well: &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/users/459151"&gt;Jim Johnson at Helium.Com. &lt;/a&gt;Some of my articles deal with either writing, biographies, entertainment, or anything that hits my inspired feelings. If you're a writer like me, leave a comment here with an email address and I'll send you an invite if you wish to open a Helium account of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8878452892328063093?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8878452892328063093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8878452892328063093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8878452892328063093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8878452892328063093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/03/writing-on-netbook.html' title='Writing on a Netbook'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-261102398463105106</id><published>2010-02-27T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:59:30.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology, and Wrestling</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know the title is weird, but anyone who visits the doc's lab understands I'm not exactly normal. Recently, I ordered an HP netbook which I'm typing this post on now. It came at a good price and allows Wilma to be online at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can write on my blog, my books, and articles on &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/"&gt;Helium&lt;/a&gt;. I invite you to check out my online articles and let me know what you think. One of my articles deals with the debate of pro wrestlers being athletes, eventhough the matches are scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I'm going to watch the matches at the Taylor County Coliseum this Sunday. I usually average doing this every 10 years, so I was due. I hope you have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-261102398463105106?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/261102398463105106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=261102398463105106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/261102398463105106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/261102398463105106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/02/technology-and-wrestling.html' title='Technology, and Wrestling'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3379667418595568065</id><published>2010-01-17T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:14:14.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It's been sometime since my last blog entry, due to the lack of anything relevant to say. You've had those times, when you have to sit and wait on God, inspiration, or the right subject to peel back the veil of uncertainty to get the keys pounding or the pencil/pen writing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This time, it came as a result of being home from church with a nagging cold that won't go away. I read through the sports section of my local newspaper, and discovered the sports editor wanted someone from our community to be a regular contributor, either as part of the local recreational sports scene, or based on approval, in a sports area of interest you have knowledge.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I sat there and read the article, it reminded me of my goal for my future: to have a career as a writer. So this morning, I sent an email and expressed my interest. The article even suggested that based on contribution, there might be some pay involved as well. And when you're wanting to get your writing career off the ground, some pay is better than no pay.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now, all I can do is wait and see if my email stands out ahead of the pack. Thanks to all of you who read about my ramblings and comment on my entries.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=7f0a370e-a613-8895-a12a-74f781e6a9be' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3379667418595568065?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3379667418595568065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3379667418595568065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3379667418595568065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3379667418595568065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/01/opportunity-to-write.html' title='Opportunity to write'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3782044235825749521</id><published>2010-01-04T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:46:06.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We are now four days into a new decade. And in the last ten years, the world has changed in some ways, but has stayed the same in others. For one, the twin towers of the World Trade Center fell at the hands of terrorists; signaling a new war for America to fight. Another is the United States has fought this War on Terror in two foreign countries as well as on its home soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still even further change, the political landscape of our country has changed-electing its first African-American as President, who worked towards rebuilding our prosperity by going into debt and bailing out US companies who would have climbed out of their slump eventually. This in light of attempting to provide universal healthcare coverage with no way of paying for it or a way for Americans to buy without being penalized for refusing to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also seen changes in our sports arenas; gaudy and monstrous stadiums for every sport imaginable. Not to mention the quality of play for some of these sports genres to include the possibility of an NFL (National Football League) lockout.  Even so, football at the colligate level has involved &lt;em&gt;instant replay&lt;/em&gt; to ensure officials are calling the game properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school football saw my alma-mater, Abilene High School in Abilene, TX, win its first state football championship in 53 years. Add to that, my daughter attended this game in San Antonio and will soon graduate this spring. All in all, this past decade has seen changes, and not doubt the changes will keep coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3782044235825749521?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3782044235825749521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3782044235825749521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3782044235825749521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3782044235825749521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1930261952931032479</id><published>2009-09-28T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:57:08.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Old Injuries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;In September of 2002, I was hit by a truck, while walking. Yes, this is in a previous blog entry, but what is new today, is one of those forecasting, nagging conditions that popped up. My right thigh and lower back told me I was getting old. A day or two prior to a cold front coming into town, my lower back started yelling at me (and I thought it was just a simple muscle strain).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I guess it was much worse, because now where my right thigh was shattered, it is now joining the lower back discomfort in the pain chorus (I think the Lord knows some of us really hate getting old; and He knew I'd really hate it!). So all I can do is take pain meds, put 'Icy Hot' on the inflamed areas, and just try to relax...moving around a bit. At least this gives me time to write and reconnect with some friends I've neglected for some time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=830ee049-7c84-8176-8be8-875842eb8966' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1930261952931032479?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1930261952931032479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1930261952931032479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1930261952931032479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1930261952931032479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-old-injuries.html' title='I Hate Old Injuries!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6417468449566329054</id><published>2009-09-20T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:26:24.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Woes No More...For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;When you discover it is a simple thing that keeps you from doing things you need to do, you tend to beat yourself up, look in the mirror, and call the person in the mirror an idiot. This happened to me; which I spent $24.00 over two weeks for something as simple as a loose radiator drain plug! And yes my friends, I do feel like an idiot!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But on one hand, I feel incredibly blessed. If I had not uttered my car woes as a prayer request at our Care group meeting, I'd never known one of my brothers in Christ has a great mechanical gift. And the fact I had a fallen tree limb he could use for camping firewood, helped us get to know one another better.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What do I take from this two week ordeal of being without a vehicle: the knowledge that God can use simple little concerns to bring two men of God together and cement them as brothers. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=f2d13bde-355b-8dde-83a4-71496173e690' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6417468449566329054?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6417468449566329054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6417468449566329054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6417468449566329054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6417468449566329054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-woes-no-morefor-now.html' title='Car Woes No More...For Now'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-9214446988614925729</id><published>2009-07-23T06:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:57:57.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilma and her 35th HS Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/SmhQMSxIapI/AAAAAAAAATs/uMUN-M0ySbY/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/SmhQMSxIapI/AAAAAAAAATs/uMUN-M0ySbY/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623528511138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Wilma had a blast! There were folks there she hadn't seen since graduation. I was thrilled for her. At least one classmate she hasn't seen in 30 years came back. Brenda Anderson Keith came as a result of a leap of faith Wilma took in March of 2009. When Wilma saw her, it was like finding a long, lost sibling. I thought that hug would last until judgment day. We met her husband Bruce that evening at the dinner Saturday. He was very thankful that Wilma took the risk and wrote that life-changing letter. All in all, it was a weekend to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-9214446988614925729?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/9214446988614925729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=9214446988614925729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/9214446988614925729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/9214446988614925729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/07/wilma-35th-hs-reunion.html' title='Wilma and her 35th HS Reunion'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/SmhQMSxIapI/AAAAAAAAATs/uMUN-M0ySbY/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7496739221688921369</id><published>2009-06-13T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:57:00.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Goes Poof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Cars break down, they get fixed. But when a car's engine compartment catches on fire, usually there is nothing anyone can do except sit helplessly and watch it burn. I'm at the point now to where everything is an accident, a trial, or some other challenge that must be endured.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know God works everything out for the good of those who love Him, and who are called according to His purpose. I also know what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger; but right now,I have too many dents in my armor, too many wounds to lick, too little patience to care. The only reason why I'm saying all of this is...I needed to vent.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Venting is freeing, venting lowers blood pressure, and venting keeps you from punching your fist into a wall, regardless if it hurts or not.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7496739221688921369?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7496739221688921369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7496739221688921369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7496739221688921369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7496739221688921369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/06/car-goes-poof.html' title='Car Goes Poof!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-9055295364101444671</id><published>2009-05-03T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:09:43.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jesus in You</title><content type='html'>Q: How do you tell a Christian apart from the rest?&lt;br /&gt;A: By their fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the big question, how do you tell a Christian online versus someone who is just an amateur psychologist? Here is your answer; by their cyber-fruit. Let me explain: in the last three weeks, my friends online have asked for my advice or for prayer; even when I have other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I have learned is to temper the lots of this advice with God's word to emphasize the importance of the need for God's direction; regardless if they ask me, or the Lord. When I get asked about hypothetical situations, or when someone's spouse goes way out to left field in the relationship, it's extremely difficult to not bring Jesus or any of his Apostles into the discussion. And to further give counsel without tempering that counsel with God's word is foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask to talk to me in IM; and you have a moral dilemma or you have one of those nagging relationship questions about your boyfriend/girlfriend or spouse-remember, God will be introduced to you in some fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-9055295364101444671?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/9055295364101444671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=9055295364101444671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/9055295364101444671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/9055295364101444671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/05/jesus-in-you.html' title='The Jesus in You'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7193799714901453020</id><published>2009-04-04T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:59:51.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I Hate Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;"Sometimes, I hate life!" I know, it seems like such a strong or even depressing phrase, but I believe many have been feeling this way of late. I know I've had moments this week and even right before my birthday last weekend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Many of you who read my blog know I've been trying to get some writing done, but also I've been trying to keep my 13-yr old car running. And of late, it's wanting to cause me problems. Today, the car became such a source of frustration, I called a friend and he came by the house to help out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh well...today is ending with me writing nothing but a sour entry into my blog. I guess if I only wrote about the good stuff, folks would think my life is perfect. So, this evening, the sour blog note gets posted. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For my friends who have had a day equal to or worse than mine: I'll pray for you. My hope and prayer is your day/evening is not too stressful, nor life-threatening. In addition, if I have done something to annoy, sin, or otherwise just flat out ticked you off; I apologize and hope you can forgive me of my short-comings.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will Rogers said this almost 100 years ago, about intelligence: "Every man is ignorant, just only in different subjects." So long every body!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=46ffb32b-8191-8000-972c-14fdc3c0e19b' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7193799714901453020?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7193799714901453020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7193799714901453020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7193799714901453020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7193799714901453020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-hate-life.html' title='Sometimes, I Hate Life'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2348166473080336307</id><published>2009-03-27T06:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:35:37.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursitis-A Pain of Life</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, even ole' Doc Terru has to live with the ravages of old age; even at the turning of 42 as of this Sunday. Last Tuesday, I ended up in the ER with extreme pain in my right shoulder, realizing it was not a pinched nerve in my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc in the ER told me I was suffering from Bursitis, and I felt silly. (Bursitis is an old person's ailment) I thought; then I realized with some chagrin, I wasn't as young as I used to be(he he!). But a week and three days has past and no lingering pain stuck around.  I plan on writing an article for Associated Content on this ailment; and maybe I'll learn how to avoid this issue from reoccurring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2348166473080336307?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2348166473080336307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2348166473080336307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2348166473080336307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2348166473080336307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/03/bursitis-pain-of-life.html' title='Bursitis-A Pain of Life'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3790180969268633121</id><published>2009-03-01T17:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:32:27.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings of our Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This morning, a lady in our church approached me and told me how she clicked on the "Share Your Story" link at the &lt;a href='http://www.air1.com' target='_blank'&gt;Air 1&lt;/a&gt; Christian radio site. When she clicked on that link, the story I related to the Air 1 audience appeared in front of her. And she told me that it was seconds apart from when she found my entry, to when I finished posting it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But it wasn't just the timing that made this moment with a sister in Christ so special, it was the fact she read it, and was blessed by the words God inspired me to share. Although I may never sell many books, or write many articles that are published, God is doing one thing with my writing; He is using it to bless others.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lord, thank you for being who You are, and giving me a gift of words. Words that are shared and are a blessing to others when a blessing is needed. Amen.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=e5f7e84d-3bc7-4e8f-99d9-354655c9a1b1' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3790180969268633121?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3790180969268633121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3790180969268633121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3790180969268633121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3790180969268633121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessings-of-our-stories.html' title='Blessings of our Stories'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6549573462050930880</id><published>2009-02-28T07:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:01:09.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet Cafe Experience</title><content type='html'>Yes sports fans,  Abilene, Texas has an internet cafe...woo hoo! We've hit the big time! I'm sitting here, waiting to spend time with a friend , and writing this blog entry. And I never thought I would be in a place like this and listening to folks around me. The experience is sort of...surreal; but to those who travel a lot, this experience is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did forget one important point; the computers here do not carry the same programs for word processing that I use. So, the situation begs me to go home later and download a program that would be compatible with Microsoft Word. That way, I can convert my digital files to this other software and start keeping my writing files on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the name of the Internet Cafe is called Brew.net. It is a nice little place located next to the Walmart at hwy 351, and I20. I hope to see you here real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6549573462050930880?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6549573462050930880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6549573462050930880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6549573462050930880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6549573462050930880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-cafe-experience.html' title='The Internet Cafe Experience'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5719522647187604231</id><published>2009-02-24T22:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:22:14.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I love the tax season. For some, it is a dyer time to get their returns done to pay the IRS, or to perform other tax duties to the city, county, or state. This tax season for me was different; my wife and I were able to afford a car. Yes! We bought a 1996 Toyota Camry. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What I like about this vehicle: 4-wheels, a steering wheel, an engine, and it runs! The only draw backs: it has or had a little under 141,000 miles on it. And there are some maintenance issues that need to be addressed for the mileage.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But to know we have a dependable car, and not fear it will fall apart on us at any given moment, is a reality. And we feel more connected with folks we like to hang out with due to these "new" wheels of ours. I hope and pray we will use this vehicle to further God's kingdom on earth and to provide assistance to those who need it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=5fb0f125-f785-4c25-91d5-d595f39079ca' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5719522647187604231?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5719522647187604231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5719522647187604231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5719522647187604231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5719522647187604231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheels.html' title='Wheels!!!!!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1946685023188241096</id><published>2008-12-14T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:54:09.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><title type='text'>A Poem During Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Constant Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up, He is there;&lt;br /&gt;When I pray, He listens.&lt;br /&gt;When I cry, He comforts;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk, He makes my path known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh, He shares my joy;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask, He guides my devotion.&lt;br /&gt;When I praise Him, He smiles;&lt;br /&gt;And when I am still, He speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my constant friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses were inspired by the weekly devotions God led me through during Advent. He reminded me of just how much I am loved as a child of God. God is just, and mighty, and awesome. As well, as that constant friend when no one else is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1946685023188241096?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1946685023188241096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1946685023188241096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1946685023188241096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1946685023188241096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem-during-advent_14.html' title='A Poem During Advent'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2266172572361256114</id><published>2008-11-30T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:10:17.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Tonight, my family and I began the Advent celebration. Advent means 'coming' as in this context, the first coming of Christ in the manger in Bethlehem. To my knowledge, no one in my family ever celebrated this time of year, as part of their Christian walk.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My hope and prayer is my family has started a new holiday tradition which will help us focus on the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. I'm also hoping those who read my blog will be celebrating Advent with us during this holiday season. During the next three Sundays leading up to Christmas Eve, I will actively seek the Lord during this time, and I hope that the 24 days, leading up to Christmas Eve, I will have actively journaled in this blog my thoughts, feelings, and what God reveals to me during the holiday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please join me in prayer as we all earnestly seek the Lord during this season. December 1st's devotional reading will be Isaiah 9:6-7. I also pray that as you read this blog, you will discover what Christ's names in this passage mean to you: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2266172572361256114?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2266172572361256114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2266172572361256114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2266172572361256114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2266172572361256114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-of-advent.html' title='First Day of Advent'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8184627227568574409</id><published>2008-11-23T18:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:52:22.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Aftermath: Where to Go from Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;We have elected our first President of a different color/racial origin. Barack Obama will be inaugurated January 20, 2009. Like many who voted for his opposition, I will give him a chance to see what he can do in the position of our nation's leader. He might shock us and actually make some decent decisions that relate to those who voted against him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, (yes- the other shoe had to drop), there has been an increase in hate crimes since he was elected. The Ku Klux Klan has increased violence against minorities; even to the point of attacking a Native American and accusing him of being Hispanic and an illegal alien.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This incident was broadcast on ABC News-Sunday. Which only gives me cause to be concerned; people said there would be rioting in the streets if John  McCain was elected; now it seems the opposite might have been true. With Obama's election, I feared hate groups would rise up and start some kind of trouble. And I feel now, as I felt the week after the election- it will get worse before it gets better.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8184627227568574409?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8184627227568574409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8184627227568574409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8184627227568574409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8184627227568574409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-aftermath-where-to-go-from.html' title='Election Aftermath: Where to Go from Here?'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6518281110440510948</id><published>2008-10-05T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:07:00.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heron of Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;On Sept. 29, a week ago tomorrow, my wife and I spied a Heron within the back fence of where I work. At first the Heron seemed confused and injured, but later my boos told me these birds frequent by lake communities and fish off people's docks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What my wife and I found so interesting, is we observed the Heron get still and seem to go to sleep. With all the world's distractions: cars going by, planes flying above as well as other fowl, the Heron stopped and rested.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The whole scene reminded me of how Jesus spoke to the crowds, "Come to me, all who labor and who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." ~Matthew 11:28.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It reminded me to take a moment and rest, just as God rested after he created...creation. So, join me in a celebration of resting, as we rest upon the Lord.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6518281110440510948?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6518281110440510948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6518281110440510948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6518281110440510948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6518281110440510948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/10/heron-of-serenity.html' title='The Heron of Serenity'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6605412365014272902</id><published>2008-09-24T19:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:55:58.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Garrett Starr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/SNrZWMOItsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lI0moihQwMg/s1600-h/funny-pictures-apparently-your-kitten-has-an-attention-disorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/SNrZWMOItsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lI0moihQwMg/s200/funny-pictures-apparently-your-kitten-has-an-attention-disorder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249747290914600642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on the lolcats website and thought of Garrett Starr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett, love ya man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6605412365014272902?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6605412365014272902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6605412365014272902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6605412365014272902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6605412365014272902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-garrett-starr.html' title='For Garrett Starr'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/SNrZWMOItsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lI0moihQwMg/s72-c/funny-pictures-apparently-your-kitten-has-an-attention-disorder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5901853643805325743</id><published>2008-09-21T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:46:42.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge Is Not Worth It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;You remember when you were picked on in school, or work, or at church? I always had to deal with that to some degree. This morning, our Pastor spoke on revenge from Jesus' Sermon on the Mount. And it was our Lord's response that brought some of my scriptures I placed in my writings to come to mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Specifically, Romans 12:19-21 spoke to me about revenge. And this passage also spoke to my characters in my writings. They learned to take a more spiritual attitude when challenges arise and when adversaries seek to do them harm.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's hard when the world wants you to defend yourself in every instance, but not respect you when you force them to go the extra mile due to their own absurdity. So the lesson Jesus tries to impart to us is this: we must allow God's grace to cover over all sins that are committed against us. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5901853643805325743?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5901853643805325743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5901853643805325743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5901853643805325743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5901853643805325743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/09/revenge-is-not-worth-it.html' title='Revenge Is Not Worth It'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7942649951432649107</id><published>2008-09-07T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:43:00.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Baloney!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yes dear friends, even ole' Doc Terru tends to get on a soap box about politics. Mostly from a reflective point of view than any other. Today's reflection was held over from Friday, due to a marathon editing session.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I have watched both major political parties' conventions; I'm still disappointed by all the partisan finger pointing, but...that's politics for you. However, Senator John McCain pulled the ultimate show-stopper out of the drawer; that of Alaskan  Governor  Sarah  Palin.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Critics from the Democratic camp, say Governor Palin should go back to being Alaska's Governor, stay at home with her children, and not get involved with Washington. The part I find funny...someone should have told that to Hillary Clinton, Barbara Boxer, Diane Feinstein, and Nancy Pelosi! And what shocked me even more, some of these sexist remarks came from more women than men and were politically motivated.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I guess being married for 17 years, God has taught me through scripture to live with my wife in an understanding way, and to love her as Christ loved the church. By virtue of that sentiment, I respect the female gender as a whole. And it makes me question why some of them do not respect themselves, in the same manner.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7942649951432649107?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7942649951432649107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7942649951432649107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7942649951432649107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7942649951432649107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/09/political-baloney.html' title='Political Baloney!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6315142916303795385</id><published>2008-08-17T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:58:30.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamey's First Sermon-His Testimony</title><content type='html'>I had the fortunate opportunity to record our Youth Pastor's first sermon today. Jamey Moore did an outstanding job and his testimony of how he came to our church was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to Jamey's testimony, it made me realize the second chances God's given me to serve Him over the years. And Jamey's story is enough of an encouragement to no follow the path Jonah followed. If you disobey and run from God, you might end up being large fish bait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jamey will work out fine; eventhough my daughter will leave home in two years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6315142916303795385?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6315142916303795385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6315142916303795385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6315142916303795385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6315142916303795385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/08/jameys-first-sermon-his-testimony.html' title='Jamey&apos;s First Sermon-His Testimony'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4629044646210824495</id><published>2008-07-20T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:14:20.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Community Cooperating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Last Sunday, my wife and I had opportunity to visit a block party at a local small church. The block party was sponsored in part by three local churches in our neighborhood to reach he un-churched in our area. We ate hamburgers and listened to some praise music.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Local community services offered free health screenings and dental check-ups to the children in the area. And there were activities and games for the party-goers as well. What encouraged me was the planning and effort the pastors of these churches put in to sponsoring this event. Wilma and I met with two of the three pastors and prayed for the neighborhood, the churches, and for the leadership of those churches as well.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I look forward to perhaps visiting the one that provided the area for the block party to happen. And this block party reminded me of how the Apostle Paul encouraged the tiny churches he helped plant to take meals together and remember one another in prayer. I pray for these churches to boldly proclaim the Gospel every time they meet. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4629044646210824495?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4629044646210824495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4629044646210824495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4629044646210824495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4629044646210824495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/07/community-cooperating.html' title='A Community Cooperating'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-299969858462528589</id><published>2008-07-06T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:17:47.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;For the next month, my brother will be staying with us. Already, his presence has caused some challenges and distractions. Will I survive him staying this length of time? let's just say I came close to wanting to shoot him a time or two, but have resisted the temptation (I'm glad we only have the Daisy BB guns around here!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With this in mind, we went to church this morning where our pastor preached on the Beatitude: Blessed are the peacemakers. After Kevin hit on points about conflict and resolution of conflict. I know this sermon was one I needed to hear, at least from an encouragement viewpoint. Apparently, so did my wife. She was about to write me a note about how the words affected her, but she kept scribbling it out. Finally I told her, "No need for the note; YES, we needed to hear this!" So, she scribbled it all out and wrote YES in her notes!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the sermon as well as the passage, reminds me of the great commission, to make disciples of the nations; in simple terms, be a peacemaker for Jesus Christ.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-299969858462528589?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/299969858462528589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=299969858462528589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/299969858462528589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/299969858462528589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-brother-is-here.html' title='My Brother is Here'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4400443211532667117</id><published>2008-05-30T18:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:41:03.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A God-inspired Lyric: Lion of Judah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;To the Lion of Judah, we give you our praise;&lt;br/&gt;To the one who is Wonderful, our anthems we raise.&lt;br/&gt;To sing of your beauty, our ultimate goal;&lt;br/&gt;For your blood has cleansed us and made us whole!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bridge: Jesus our Savior, Master, Redeemer;&lt;br/&gt;           To you be all glory, honor, and praise!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To the Lion of Judah, I give you my praise;&lt;br/&gt;To the one who is Wonderful, my anthem I raise.&lt;br/&gt;To sing of your beauty, my ultimate goal;&lt;br/&gt;For your blood has cleansed me and made me whole!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4400443211532667117?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4400443211532667117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4400443211532667117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4400443211532667117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4400443211532667117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-inspired-lyric-lion-of-judah.html' title='A God-inspired Lyric: Lion of Judah'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3369626462782711688</id><published>2008-05-24T08:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:51:54.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle in Millimeters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;Nine dash eleven dash two thousand and one conjures the images, terror, and the tragedy suffered by the city of New York. This date marked the first attack by a foreign power on American soil since 1993 when the terrorist organization, Al-Qaeda, set off explosives in the basement of the World Trade Center. I worked for a mom and pop factory that day and it seemed time stopped.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I didn't think I'd ever feel anything remotely that tragic until one year and eight days later. Nine dash nineteen dash two thousand and two-time stopped for me again. That was the day I decided to take a lunch break and go get a soda to drink. The same day I did this; a young black was late getting back from lunch and drove 70 m.p.h. to return to his job. When he tried to take the Pine Street/North Treadaway interchange, he lost control and skidded right into another smaller car. I stood in the white Dodge truck's path and couldn't move fast enough to avoid getting hit. There are still nights I witness this part of the accident.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And that's all I remembered, until I woke up face down, bleeding from a head wound on Pine Street. According to witnesses, I was struck by the truck, bounced up in the air, traveled as a hood ornament; then was dumped onto the street. Following this frightening set of events, I woke in a daze and heard some shouting and even some sirens in the distance. One of my co-workers, Bruce Heath, knelt over me and checked to see if I was still alive. I guess when I opened my eyes, I had survived it, but barely.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Jim, don't get up; don't even try to move!" was Bruce's frantic encouragement. My first reaction was to try and get up. I soon realized, when Bruce put his hand on me and started praying, I was in serious trouble. I was laying on my right side with my leg feeling odd. I could wiggle my toes, but not much else.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moments later, an ambulance drove up and the paramedics rushed over to me. I thought I recognized one of them, but wasn't sure. The one closest to my head spoke to me while the other assessed my condition.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Jim, it feels like your right leg is broken," said the medic talking to me.&lt;br/&gt;"Will you put a traction splint?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Yes we will do that!" And that was all of that short exchange. I remember having a traction splint put on my right leg during my EMT course at Texas State Technical College. A traction splint stretches the broken leg so the edges of the broken bone, do not rub or cause any other internal injury. One such possible injury would be a jagged bone edge piercing the femoral artery-the large artery which ran the length of my right leg. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was transported to Hendrick Medical Center where my serious outer injuries were stitched up or cleansed and my traction splint removed.When my x-rays were taken, the only serious life-threatening injury was my right femur being shattered. One half-inch section separated my lower femur from the portion connected to my right hip. One of the jagged edge of the fracture rested a few millimeters from the femoral artery. A small distance, but enough to tip the balance between life and death. A few hours later, I was taken into surgery where Sports Medicine Specialist Dr. Paul Meriwether explained how he was putting my right femur back together. About 18" of steel rod went through my hollowed out femur and reconnected my leg, but used screws to keep everything in place. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But getting my leg back together wasn't the freaky part. The next morning, my boss came to visit me and informed me some goof of a fatality officer reported I died at the scene! The quote from Mark Twain seemed to fit the moment, "The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated!" That morning, I got a lot of mileage out of Samuel Clemens' quote.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Since all that happened six years ago, I discovered I did have some long term challenges resulting from all that body-banging and brain scrambling. I deal with an occasional bout with vertigo, a slight gimp in my gait when I walk, and my memory tends to blank out at times. And it alternates between the short and long-term patterns. When I type on a keyboard of a computer, I sometimes leave out letters or entire words from sentences, or I use the wrong word pronounced the same way. I also have to devote more concentration to looking and listening when someone talks to me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There are blessings that stemmed from all this harrowing tragedy. My family learned how much we are loved by those around us, and how we took being able to help someone else for granted. My sense of humor expanded to include the absurd and corn ball. The Mark Twain quote was just one example. Another one is before I went into surgery, my wife walked up to put a comforting hand on me. I told her, 'Baby, remind me never to play tag with a moving vehicle ever again!' She told me the next morning she was so mad at my joke, she wanted to break my other leg.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I thank the Lord also for my survival. And for the trials I walked or hobbled through the following year as I tried to get back on my feet. We ended up losing our house due to my job situation, but it needed to happen. Some of my trials were of my own making, but I depended on the Lord through it all, and still do so now. Romans 8:28 states "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him; who have been called to his purpose." This verse reminds me I still have a purpose. Whether it is to share the gospel, or share the gospel and relate this story; I don't know. Either way, if it takes a miracle in millimeters, it's a story the Lord, the author and perfecter of our faith, continues to write.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3369626462782711688?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3369626462782711688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3369626462782711688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3369626462782711688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3369626462782711688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/05/miracle-in-millimeters.html' title='A Miracle in Millimeters'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7790537369629669251</id><published>2008-05-17T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:58:10.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Lately, I've hit one of those uninspired seasons in my writing life. In part due to a new full time job I started at the end of February. I've already missed a deadline for entering a contest and I've created nothing new but fell into old writing patterns and mistakes (geez I hate that). Added to the fact scribe fire's added some new updates and I haven't even journaled that much (BAD JIM!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some new challenges going on as well. Not only the new job, but our church established a video ministry and today I go out to shoot video footage for part of the beatitudes sermon series. Who knows, since this one is about hungering and thirsting after righteousness, I might get a late lunch for my effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7790537369629669251?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7790537369629669251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7790537369629669251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7790537369629669251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7790537369629669251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-to-start.html' title='Where to Start'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7153017633453194485</id><published>2008-02-20T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:52:07.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire Last Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I know this seems like a weird title, but bare with me. Last Friday, was supposed to be my last day at the car wash. And like so many who have a final day of work, I skipped it due to the weather. What I didn't know until the next morning, the wash bay caught fire. Apparently, a broken hose pushed air from a small heating unit into the hydraulic lines operating the chamois. A few moments later, SWOOSH! The raged through the bay and sent flames 30 feet into the air.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The owner, David, and my manager, Richard, were in the building when this happened. They raced from the lobby area as the windows blew out! Richard called the fire department and they came moments later to put the blaze out. Luckily, no one else was injured during this fiasco, and the insurance will pay out 100% of the damage. The lobby area is salvageable, and it will be three-four months before the car wash is back up and running.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise; if I had still been there, or wanted to work there full time, I'd be out of work right now. Thank you Lord, for bringing another opportunity into my life. And I pray for those who lost jobs in the accident. I hope they find out what can be done. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7153017633453194485?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7153017633453194485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7153017633453194485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7153017633453194485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7153017633453194485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-last-friday.html' title='The Fire Last Friday'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3126109329761944593</id><published>2008-02-10T13:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:21:57.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Season of Lacking Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Again, the frequency of the lack of inspiration to write has hit me again. I guess due to the pressures of finding a full time job and pure laziness, have done me in again. Apparently a lack of inspiration leads to confession of these flaws as a writer. Hence I confess these writing sins in my journal. Of course confession and repentance are part of the cycle of the growth a Christian experiences as he or she continues to follow the path God laid out for each individual. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We turn off our path to the Lord, but only after we confess our trespasses and repent (turn away from that/those sins), do we get the course correction God sends us to get our course straight. This morning during worship, our pastor preached on recognizing this need for confession and repentance daily in our lives, and I must confess again, I have been neglectful of this process. So, there exists a need to confess that I need to confess and repent of not plugging into this daily course correction in my walk.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;John the Baptist warned the Pharisees and Sadducees that their pedigree would not save them when Christ came. (Matthew 3:9-12)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also, our pastor told a story concerning one of the greatest hymn writers of England, Robert Robins. A young lady invited Mr. Robins to join her in the cab taking her to church. Mr. Robins had strayed far from the Lord and for years avoided worship. But the young lady was reading a verse of his poetry, which became the hymn we all know as Come Thou Fount. The words he focused on during the cab ride were these, 'prone to wander Lord I feel it; prone to leave the God I love'. He explained to the young lady he was living this verse. In a moment of inspiration, the young lady replied, "Mr. Robins, there is still hope for your life. Read the next lines." When Robins read the next lines, he must have wept repentantly, 'Here's my heart, Lord take and seal it; seal it for thy courts above.' From that moment on, Robert Robins led a life of joy, confession, and repentance for God.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My hope is when you read this entry, you'll recognize your need, as I do mine, for daily confession and repentance in your life. Until next time campers!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3126109329761944593?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3126109329761944593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3126109329761944593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3126109329761944593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3126109329761944593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-season-of-lacking-inspiration.html' title='Another Season of Lacking Inspiration'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-234008607219386151</id><published>2008-01-15T11:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:17:03.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally-I'm BAAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Did you guys miss me online? lol My apologies for the long absence. I'm currently in the process of switching ISP's (Internet Service Providers), in an attempt to get a payment option that agrees with my bank account. But my current ISP is a paperless entity; meaning they &lt;u&gt;will not&lt;/u&gt;, under any circumstances, accept payment by paper means.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Although I agree with the need to be environmentally friendly and eventually pursue this payment option, I disagree with the lack of flexibility. Until the entire world goes paperless, at all levels of business and so forth, paperless payment and credit will be impossible in implement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So with tax season around the corner, my plan is to remain current with this ISP and cancel the account when the money's available to do it. Until next time campers!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-234008607219386151?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/234008607219386151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=234008607219386151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/234008607219386151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/234008607219386151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-i-baaaaack.html' title='Finally-I&amp;#39;m BAAAAACK!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2378952893145702647</id><published>2007-12-02T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:52:43.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;You ever commit to job hunting, only to find some folks want to hire people, and you feel it's personal when they don't call you for a job? Some times I feel this way; especially of late. So I continue to write, apply, and pray for the place God will place me. Tomorrow, provided I don't get a call, I'll be working three days this week at Texas Tech since my immediate supervisor, Bill, will be on the road.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The problem with this potential opportunity, is I'd have to leave the recording chores with someone else. I'm expecting a call from a car rental agency to begin working as a car prep person, providing my back ground check goes through. So, I never know. If not, I'll just keep on going and keep working at it until I find the job God wants me to have.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2378952893145702647?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2378952893145702647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2378952893145702647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2378952893145702647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2378952893145702647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/12/hunt-continues.html' title='The Hunt Continues...'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2444300091249041932</id><published>2007-11-11T16:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:24:52.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This group of guys was amazing: Kevin for his guidance on the river and the fun days of fishing, and Tim for just the conversation. I thought the caption I placed for this picture really didn't do it justice. But then, when I posed the question, 'Would you buy a used car anyone of these three guys?' Her response was, 'NO!' Oh well, if you're reading this, Kevin &amp;amp; Tim, I hope you get a good laugh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/jamesjohnson85/SanJuanFlyFishingTrip2007/photo#5131685256246141506'&gt;Picasa Web Albums - James - San Juan Fly-... - IMG_2512.JPG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2444300091249041932?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2444300091249041932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2444300091249041932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2444300091249041932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2444300091249041932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-trio.html' title='An Interesting Trio'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7295106925949000898</id><published>2007-11-10T08:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T08:28:02.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emails from Relatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It never fails, sometimes our relatives send us emails that tickle our funny bones. Take the latest from my uncle, Dub, in Granbury. He sent what appeared to be some urgent alert, which ended up being two kittens with one in the foreground and looked like he was laughing. Please leave your email address in the comment section if you wish to receive this..."alert". It's hilarious!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7295106925949000898?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7295106925949000898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7295106925949000898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7295106925949000898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7295106925949000898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/11/emails-from-relatives.html' title='Emails from Relatives'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6131972940418631986</id><published>2007-11-04T13:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:46:17.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Story for "Campfire Tales"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yesterday, after I finished my blog entry, I focused on writing. God blessed me with writing a clear, concise short story entitled "The Dream of Two Bears". I plan to go back and edit to make sure the scripture verses are included. The word count only totaled 670 words, but since I left the scripture verses out, I still have lots of room to add to this first entry. Usually, a short story only goes to 4,000 words.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm still praying about what entries God would have me add to this work. Perhaps some of the brethren who went along on this trip, might want to contribute. Should you desire to contribute, or one of your ideas reminds me and you of a story from the trip, I'll add it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6131972940418631986?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6131972940418631986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6131972940418631986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6131972940418631986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6131972940418631986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-story-for-tales.html' title='The First Story for &amp;quot;Campfire Tales&amp;quot;'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8220950004530363028</id><published>2007-11-03T06:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T06:36:37.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions to Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;As you journal, blog, or perform other writing tasks; have you ever found yourself distracted by the little incidentals of life? I know I have. I tried a few times to get back here and put into print something that had me buzzed for a day or two, but it probably wasn't that important. I'm sure God will remind me of it later. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's been two weeks since we've returned from the trip, and already I'm being challenged by the world around me. Just the things men often find challenging; trying to keep their vision on the things of God, as well as thoughts and dreams too. I went back to reading a book from an old Bible study called &lt;i&gt;Disciplines of a Godly Man&lt;/i&gt; by R. Kent Hughes. I found this book to be an excellent booster shot to &lt;i&gt;The Pursuit of Holiness &lt;/i&gt;by Jerry Bridges; considering my accountability partner and I will be finishing up our study in Bridges' book next week.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I sit here writing, I'm thinking about and praying about what type of study to do next with my partner and friend. We've talked a possible book study, but I guess we shall discuss that further this coming week.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How does all this relate to writing you ask? Part of how a man thinks, reacts to the world around him, is directly related to what he allows into his mind, thoughts, and feelings. So, some of the worldly influences are doing their dead-level best to keep me off-track and not focusing on my job or my Lord. How does that make me feel? It ticks me off!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why does this anger me? Mainly because I fell, again, into the foolish trap of thinking I can do this on my own without God's holy spirit to guide and direct me (it certainly helps to receive conviction while blogging!). Jesus said in John 15:4-5 &lt;i&gt;Abide in me and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank you Lord for reminding me I must abide in you to fend off the distractions of the world. Which makes James 4:7-8 applicable to this situation: &lt;i&gt;Submit yourselves to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.&lt;/i&gt; Don't you just love it when God sends you His Word to help get your day started off right?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Later Gang!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8220950004530363028?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8220950004530363028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8220950004530363028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8220950004530363028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8220950004530363028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/11/distractions-to-writing.html' title='Distractions to Writing'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6536539724799129376</id><published>2007-10-21T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:00:59.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nickname "Two Bears"-Some Journal Highlights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Last night, the five men who left SSBC on Sunday 14 October, returned at 8:30pm Texas time, to waiting families and warm hugs. Since returning, the adventure of the trip gave me time to refresh and reflect on the week, and the Word of the Lord. I spent time, journaling in written form to get a sense of the guys I was with, and their hearts for Christ. And with that, as a way of wrapping up, I'm providing excerpts from the San Juan River trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 October 2007-Richard Farmer and I spent the morning dropping off and picking up those who would fish the San Juan. In my conversations with Richard, a man whom I thought was quiet as a mouse, I found him to be very articulate and pleasant company. I learned from this peace officer that his calm, reserve demeanor, was only part of his personality. He informed me that Possum Kingdom Lake in Texas, was similar in scenery to that of Navajo Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 October 2007-We went snagging for Salmon. I understand why they call it "Snagging"; you end up "snagging", at times, everything but Salmon. It takes a triple shot of endurance for me to fish in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I caught a 19" Brown Trout...woo hoo! There is visual evidence to support this feat, and I appreciate our Pastor, Kevin Ueckert, for being our guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Russ Rogers spoke on Integrity, from the Christian Husband/Father perspective. The devotional time challenged me to walk in such a way, my integrity should never be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 October 2007- Question 7, Lesson 10-The Pursuit of Holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit to Acquire: Prayer and Meditating on Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frequent Repetition: Prayerfully read over a verse of scripture. Think about its meaning; look for questions to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never Let an Exception Occur: Be willing to invest time and effort in Prayer and Meditation. NEVER TAKE A DAY OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Diligence  in  All  Areas:  This also means being diligent to confess and repent of my sins daily, as well as seeking the Lord's counsel in all things. Be purposeful as to time, place, and amount of time to pray and meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't Be Discouraged By Failure: Keep trying and never, ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: These four phrases: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;frequent repetition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never let an exception occur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;diligence in all areas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't be discouraged by failure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;; &lt;/b&gt;are the principles of breaking or acquiring a habit; from Chapter 14 of &lt;i&gt;The Pursuit of Holiness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 October 2007-I will not forget this trip as long as I can remember, and the fellowship I had the privilege to  be apart.  Conversations with these brothers:  Richard  Farmer,  Tim Schmidt ( hope I spelled Tim's last name right),  Clay  Coffey, and my room mate Danny Stephenson. These two brothers spoke words of truth and life into my walk and God blessed that time together. But I would re missed if I failed to mention Russ and Andrew Rogers, Mike and Nate Hamby, and our Pastoral leadership Kevin Ueckert, Garrett Starr, and last but not certainly least, Kert Prater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 October 2007-To reinforce the talk I had with Clay and Danny, the Lord sent me a dream last night. There was a Black Bear roaming through the campgrounds foraging for food. I was returning from making use of the bathroom facilities when I came across this bear. We startled each other, and then the bear got up on his hind-legs and growled.  With a walking stick, whittled and given to me by Nate Hamby, I jammed one end of the stick into the bear's neck; then I wacked him in the head with it. To my surprise, he ended up scampering off.&lt;br /&gt;Not until I was on my way to use the facilities this morning, that the bear dream meant something. God used that dream to speak these scriptures into my life. &lt;b&gt;Luke 9:62-&lt;i&gt;No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17-&lt;i&gt;If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things are all passed away, new things are here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear represented my looking back at past failures, sins, family relationships and regrets. The walking stick represented my faith in God; the faith I must lean on daily, and the action of taking on the bear; taking responsibility for my past and laying those unwanted distractions down-once and for all. Then I am to live in the present for the Lord in my daily walk in obedience to his precepts, and take hold towards my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;i&gt;The Sportsman&lt;/i&gt; Restaurant for our supper meal to end this trip on a high note, and I received two more gifts: an unclaimed lawn chair, and a new ball cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a special note: there was a bear cruising the camp sites in reality. And the bear in my dream also inspired my brothers in Christ to nickname me Jim "Two Bears" Johnson; how awesome is that! In fact, Danny Stephenson commented in my absence, "You know, it would take two of those bears to make a meal out Jim or me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 October 2007-We got on the road, after breaking camp, at 7:30am NM time. Clay and Danny Stephenson continued their fly-by-night verse writing for songs we knew; which cracked up me, Kevin, and Kert. We should make Abilene, TX by 8:30pm TX time. I will never forget the Word from the Lord, and how He not only spoke to me through the devotions, but through two men who encouraged me to keep on in my walk, as well as to surrender everything that I am to the Lord and lead me accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those men who belong to our fellowship, who read my blog, and always wanted to go; don't think about doing it; pray what God wants you to do. If He leads to say "yes, I'll go", He will provide the finances, free up the time, and provide you with everything you need to enjoy this great adventure. I hope to see some of you guys with us next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6536539724799129376?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6536539724799129376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6536539724799129376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6536539724799129376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6536539724799129376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/10/nickname-bears-journal-highlights.html' title='The Nickname &amp;quot;Two Bears&amp;quot;-Some Journal Highlights!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1583179121819608687</id><published>2007-10-13T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:22:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Before the Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It's 6:14pm Texas time, and by now the advanced team has or is in the process of getting camp setup. The group I'm with will leave immediately after the morning worship service, and I'm getting pumped up again. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Earlier today, my wife and I went to get some supplies for breakfast in the morning, my daughter a golf glove, and some breakfast for the child. Later on, my daughter and I went to get her notes for her history class printed up for a grade later. All in all, it's been a relaxing day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As the hours pass and twilight nears, I'm making sure my stuff to carry along is ready to go. Once we leave Abilene, we won't be coming back until October 20th. So, for those of you who have a week of activity and plans laid out, I pray for your success as well as God's blessings on your week. Enjoy!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1583179121819608687?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1583179121819608687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1583179121819608687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1583179121819608687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1583179121819608687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-before-trip.html' title='The Night Before the Trip'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3355271036688214590</id><published>2007-10-10T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:23:47.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Equipment Turn-In Today</title><content type='html'>Today, we had to bring our camping equipment, luggage, and some of our food items to be loaded onto a trailer headed for our campsite. There's an advanced team of a few of our guys going to set up camp so when we arrive early Monday morning, we  can crawl into our sleeping bags and nod off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course having to work tonight, ole Doc Terru had to bring his gear early, put to the side, until the trailer arrived to be loaded. And naturally, as I arrived to perform this drop off, the designated area for drop off had something else occupying the space. Kevin Ueckert, Senior Pastor and blog author of the "Tight Lines" blog, set about to utilize his unique problem-solving skills, to acquire a new drop off point for our camping essentials. And true to his superior genius in this area, succeeded in designating a small room located in our Activities building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can blog in peace, knowing my gear will make it to our campsite in NM. As of tomorrow, we have 4 days until we set off on our fly-fishing adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3355271036688214590?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3355271036688214590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3355271036688214590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3355271036688214590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3355271036688214590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/10/equipment-turn-in-today.html' title='Equipment Turn-In Today'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2627216615001181245</id><published>2007-10-03T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:40:07.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The Fly-fishing trip is 11 days away, and I'm ready to get out of Texas for a week. I love where I live, but I do need a vacation form time to time. The trip will be a chance to spend some time with men at church I normally don't talk to either at church or during the week.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The fishing will give me a chance to unwind and relax. I'll be taking a journal with me to chronicle my experiences and possibly get some writing ideas. Who knows, I might come back with a series of articles on fly-fishing and camping. Should this happen, look for these writings on &lt;a href='http://www.associatedcontent.com/user/72879/james_johnson.html'&gt;James Johnson's Content Pag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.associatedcontent.com/user/72879/james_johnson.html'&gt;e&lt;/a&gt; on associated content. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So far, I do have everything for the trip: some clothing, a sleeping bag, and an air mattress. All I need now is my food, and some extra money to take along and I'll be all set. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2627216615001181245?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2627216615001181245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2627216615001181245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2627216615001181245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2627216615001181245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/10/11-days-and-counting.html' title='11 Days and Counting'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6881428094462152440</id><published>2007-09-22T12:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:52:50.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning a Bible Study...With My Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Normally, I have only studied scriptures with my wife in Sunday School, worship services, LIFE group lessons, or Wednesday night  couples studies in the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just now, we discussed an overview of the book of Philemon. And now we're developing a planned time to meet, pray, tear into the scriptures, and observe what our study teaches us that morning.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For the readers and/or subscribers of this blog, please keep us in prayer as we begin this study, and pray for where God would want us to study as a couple.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for your support. :-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6881428094462152440?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6881428094462152440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6881428094462152440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6881428094462152440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6881428094462152440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/09/beginning-bible-studywith-my-wife.html' title='Beginning a Bible Study...With My Wife'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1629083577467379019</id><published>2007-09-03T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:48:49.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes as of Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;A lot has happened since my last entry: my wife came to work at the car wash, my daughter went back to school, wife quit working at the car wash, I got an offer to work for Texas Tech again, and my last day at the car wash is Wednesday. To add to the joy, I'll be going to the San Juan River in New Mexico in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll be taking my first Saturday off in 3 months, and going to Cabela's with the guys from church. I've also talked with my pastor about what to take in the way of food for breakfast and lunch. I figure most of my expense will be in a sleeping bag and clothing for the trip; since the nights will get down to 30 to 40 degrees at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this trip since I haven't had a vacation in over 4 years. It also helps when your wife tells you to go and get out of her hair. (hehehe) So, I'll go spend a week in the mountains hiking and camping to get away and to spend time reviving with the Lord. Perhaps, some inspiration will kick in for my writing. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1629083577467379019?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1629083577467379019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1629083577467379019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1629083577467379019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1629083577467379019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes-as-of-labor-day.html' title='Changes as of Labor Day'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6038960805152424244</id><published>2007-08-19T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:28:13.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Floods and Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Friday morning, storms dumped seven to ten inches of rain-causing the spillways of two area lakes to spill over. One of our creeks has crested in several spots. Some of the families of our church evacuated their houses due to cresting waters. Some of those waters started to recede, but the water's headed towards our northern lake...Lake Fort Phantom. So far, the loss of life in the area has been light-one fatality, but still...that's one life too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of family, I felt my daughter didn't like, much less love me anymore. Sometimes when you've had trying moments, your mind tends to betray you, or the enemy starts messing with you. Telling you..."You're an awful father; your child hates you." Or even, "She hates you so much, because of your sins, how can she stand you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a hug and an "I love you" encouraged me to pray, "Father, forgive me.". So, I I'm now encouraged to brave lots of things, including the rising waters. Material things can be replaced, but relationships can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay dry and safe people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6038960805152424244?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6038960805152424244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6038960805152424244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6038960805152424244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6038960805152424244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/08/floods-and-family.html' title='Floods and Family'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8929868459193545016</id><published>2007-08-05T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:37:25.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This week, my daughter will be visiting my stepmother in Spring, TX. I know at least one of the activities of the week involves going to the beach. And as she is visiting my stepmother, my dad is also traveling; as a truck driver for the reality show American Idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my prayer is for fair weather and lots of great opportunities for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8929868459193545016?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8929868459193545016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8929868459193545016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8929868459193545016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8929868459193545016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8648095230373304028</id><published>2007-08-02T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:02:22.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking My Wife to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;On July 27th, my wife started working with me at the car wash. When I mentioned this to several people, some asked this question, 'How could you do that to your wife?' Or 'Why is she working there?' The answer is, we both needed summer jobs, and she had given up on finding one, until I asked my boss about hiring her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car wash needed the help, my wife needed a job, and we needed the extra income. Suffice to say, we will both get paychecks on August 8th. Yesterday was my wife's first full, 8.5 hour day. Last night, she was zonked and extremely tired. I wasn't exactly in good shape either, I worked in the car wash tunnel: washing towels and making sure the cars were traveling down the track correctly. Sore muscles are apart of the job, and it was a good thing we had stuff to relieve the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this will be the last summer we have to do this. If not, we can put forth a good effort to work well and hopefully, we can continue a good employment relationship with the car wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8648095230373304028?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8648095230373304028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8648095230373304028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8648095230373304028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8648095230373304028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-my-wife-to-work.html' title='Taking My Wife to Work'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1436195348294219118</id><published>2007-07-24T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:31:17.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Car Wash Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Sitting at my computer,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;To chase my blues away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls harder,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;No work for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's corny, but sometimes poetry gets my creative writing gears lubricated. Plus, you never know when the odd verse or two, can turn into a rather hilarious anecdote for your life. I'm not sure what form of poem I'm writing, but the three line verse with every 3rd one rhyming seems to be on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the English or Creative Writing majors reading today's entry; might post a comment and tell me what form of poem I'm writing? Then again, don't take any verses I write seriously, might be a bad pb&amp;j sandwich messing with my mind; or an undigested hot dog...hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1436195348294219118?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1436195348294219118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1436195348294219118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1436195348294219118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1436195348294219118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainy-day-car-was-blues.html' title='Rainy Day Car Wash Blues'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6194818669995203133</id><published>2007-07-21T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:49:56.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporatic writing, study, chatting...everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Everything has been sporadic of late. From my writing to my spending time reading, life has been unpredictable. My reading has been a "here and there" kind of thing. My writing has also been inconsistent, due to lots of issues. One of them is a goof named sasord. He thought it was funny to report me 2 times and get my previous account deactivated. It goes to show some people are so jealous for attention, they would do anything to disrupt someone else's life or internet contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's reported several other of my aliases, which tells me he's pathetic. So, I've decided to return to the room, but be very low key and let him talk like a fool. So far, he's reported anyone who has stood up to him and it shows me his definite lack of maturity and his intolerance of folks who grab more attention than he gets. Guess I can start doing private conferences and ignoring him altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this...sasord; don't hate the game or da playa; hate yourself for driving folks away. Soon, you'll be all alone in the room(s) you frequent, and have no one to blame, but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6194818669995203133?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6194818669995203133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6194818669995203133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6194818669995203133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6194818669995203133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/07/sporatic-writing-study.html' title='Sporatic writing, study, chatting...everything!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2842147014322507006</id><published>2007-07-10T06:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:40:30.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;One of the things I hate about my constitution is my susceptibility to pollens and dust mites in the air. Hence, I get annoying allergy attacks. You know, the type that make you wish Jesus was calling you home to heaven? Well, I woke up with one this morning. And by that lovely miracle of coffee, I'm managing to function. But when the coffee wears off, the headache will return. Unfortunately, this is the result of no allergy meds in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called in to work and I'm going to suffer with this at home. The last time I did this for work, I almost fell face first on the concrete. So, not wanting to repeat such drama, I'm remaining at home. This is what I think of when the word "yuck", comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying this getting-out-of-bed thing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2842147014322507006?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2842147014322507006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2842147014322507006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2842147014322507006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2842147014322507006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/07/yuck.html' title='Yuck!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3981501482988429790</id><published>2007-06-29T12:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:41:55.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The rain is driving me nuts! I understand, the rain is needed due to our recent years of drought conditions, but when my job depends on sunny skies, and I need at least $100.00 a week to support my family, this job and the weather aren't working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I have my wife thinking more seriously about a summer job with the city, provided they have some positions open. At this point, I'm ready to throw my hands up, sell all my worldly possessions, move to a deserted island in the Pacific, and live the life of a hermit! Just kidding folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back to the north of town, the weather's threatening to clear off. And as I say that, it'll probably flood in my area by morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3981501482988429790?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3981501482988429790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3981501482988429790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3981501482988429790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3981501482988429790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/06/aaaaahhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3031243375731971909</id><published>2007-06-14T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:58:41.084-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Fellow from Floydada, TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/RnHtce5-s9I/AAAAAAAAABA/rvgokpilbiE/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Dedication+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/RnHtce5-s9I/AAAAAAAAABA/rvgokpilbiE/s320/Dad%27s+Dedication+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is my Dad, Pete Johnson, when he was about 19 or 20 years old. Handsome fellow, isn't he? He learned aircraft mechanics while in the Air Force and stayed in until I was born in 1967. Poor guy never knew what he was getting into until some years later when he had two boys, which are now full grown.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3031243375731971909?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3031243375731971909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3031243375731971909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3031243375731971909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3031243375731971909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/06/fellow-from-floydada-tx.html' title='A Fellow from Floydada, TX'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDYuXvL_8pU/RnHtce5-s9I/AAAAAAAAABA/rvgokpilbiE/s72-c/Dad%27s+Dedication+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7397082789944269428</id><published>2007-06-13T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:31:27.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms, Jobs, and Dying Computer Parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Between the weather, the car wash, and my wireless mouse frying batteries; it's a miracle I'm able to get online, much less update my blog or anything else. I've been on the car wash job for 2 weeks and received my 1st paycheck today. And also today, I had a little over time on this next check. The only problem I'm having here is since I was hired, 5 other new hires came on board and some of the experienced hands have quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, this wouldn't perturb me, but today I expected to leave when I hit 40 hours, and then I noticed all the missing bodies. Yes, my frustration came out and my personality changed slightly. Some of my younger co-workers noticed my more...aggressive attitude; especially when it came to them goofing off. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I don't get all hyped up like that, but this summer job change just became that...a job! Maybe I'll mellow out as the summer progresses. One can always hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7397082789944269428?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7397082789944269428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7397082789944269428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7397082789944269428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7397082789944269428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/06/storms-jobs-and-dying-computer-parts.html' title='Storms, Jobs, and Dying Computer Parts'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-2876151298337813594</id><published>2007-06-04T07:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:08:09.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed and Ready to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;After my day of recovery, I'm ready to go back to work. I know the 90-degree weather will hit sometime this month, but having that 3-day stint at the car wash helped me get used to the grind. Now, I believe I'll survive the summer...that is, until I reach the end of this particular journey...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-2876151298337813594?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/2876151298337813594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=2876151298337813594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2876151298337813594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/2876151298337813594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/06/refreshed-and-ready-to-go.html' title='Refreshed and Ready to Go'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4448612792927202786</id><published>2007-06-03T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:51:12.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Carwash...yea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The seventies tune brings back memories for some; for those like me, it's a job. I just survived 3 days of vacuuming cars at my summer job. I say survived for a couple of reasons: the heat and my feet! The heat, because it's West Texas and dry during the summer; and feet, because my feet support a 300+pound body on concrete. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but when your on the concrete 7 or sometimes 8 hours straight, the feet tend to rebel at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took the job for 2 reasons: 1) I needed the job for the summer and, 2) maybe I'll lose some of my unwanted pounds. Both of which are goals I want to meet. My diet's not that unhealthy, but my lack of physical activity is killing me. So, maybe I'll be in some shape by August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4448612792927202786?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4448612792927202786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4448612792927202786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4448612792927202786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4448612792927202786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-carwashyea.html' title='At the Carwash...yea!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7028452802995853082</id><published>2007-05-30T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:06:08.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I start 5/31/07-Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I GOT THE JOB! WOO HOO! Okay, I'm calm. But a summer job is realized and now there will be no stoppage of income rolling in. Yes, it's minimum wage, and yes-I'll work in the hot sun, but it's a job-defined as gas money, rent, bills, and food in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate with me...I have employment until school starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7028452802995853082?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7028452802995853082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7028452802995853082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7028452802995853082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7028452802995853082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-start-53107-woo-hoo.html' title='I start 5/31/07-Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7211951392101108340</id><published>2007-05-29T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:13:59.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Hunt Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Today I began my job hunt in earnest. I borrowed my mother's car to fill out an application at a local car wash for a summer job. What encouraged me while filling this paperwork out, was seeing my old classmate and neighbor, Paul, working at the same car wash. So this idea formed in my head: Paul and I could carpool to work on days we work the same days, and split the gas for those weeks. Didn't matter which one of us drove or provided the ride, but splitting the expenses seemed like a fantastic idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I go back to the same car wash between 8:30-10am for an interview. Having this summer job would be ideal at the point in my life. See you later folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7211951392101108340?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7211951392101108340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7211951392101108340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7211951392101108340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7211951392101108340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/job-hunt-begins.html' title='The Job Hunt Begins'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-707736412524301681</id><published>2007-05-28T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:15:45.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Today, I'm talking with a friend online. I'm also writing to remember friends who are serving in foreign lands today. Two friends of mine are serving in Iraq and I'm praying for their safe return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-707736412524301681?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/707736412524301681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=707736412524301681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/707736412524301681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/707736412524301681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-2007.html' title='Memorial Day 2007'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-7874108227901439469</id><published>2007-05-27T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:43:41.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Knows Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Have you ever stopped to ponder that phrase, "God Knows Us"; to personalize it more for me, "God Knows Me?" I often wonder why I don't ponder it more than I do. Ephesians 1:5 tells us God predestined us for adoption through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of His will. This tells me he planned for me to be adopted into his kingdom through the blood sacrifice of his Son-Jesus Christ. It really brings it all home for me to remember God knows me and wants my obedience, worship, and just to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that's freedom; not what I was before I came to Christ, but now. And our pastor spoke, as he has on the past few weeks, about suffering. I Peter 4:1 &amp;amp; 2 states this: "Since therefore, Christ suffered in the flesh, arm yourselves with the sane way of thinking, for whoever has suffered in the flesh has ceased to sin, so as to live for the rest of the time in the flesh no longer for human passions, but for the will of God." As Christians, we will suffer for Him, if not already. I discovered it's an impossibility to know and follow Christ with out suffering in His name. Luke 9: 23 states that if we are to follow him, we are to take up our cross daily, and follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know God, is to lose your life to God through Jesus Christ. Galatians 2:20 "I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I, but Christ who lives in me. And the life which I now live, in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of  God, who loved me, and gave himself for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-7874108227901439469?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/7874108227901439469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=7874108227901439469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7874108227901439469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/7874108227901439469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-knows-us.html' title='God Knows Us'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1457314956195945182</id><published>2007-05-24T10:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:33:19.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tuesday and Wednesday Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This link, &lt;a href='http://www.bibleforlife.org'&gt;Bible For Life&lt;/a&gt;, is the link I now receive my new daily bible readings. It's the ESV newsletter I alluded to in an earlier post. Which for me it's important, since I've never read through the bible in a year. And since I'm a wannabe computer nerd, getting a daily bible reading via email is cool. Now that we have answered that question...on with the show! (he he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening, I met with my accountability partner at a local Taco Bell. We talked about our families, my employment status, and how we want to do our time once a week. First, we enjoyed sharing with about our families and the struggles we endure as fathers, especially of teenage girls! For me, it's not that much of a challenge, I have only one child, but my partner has a daughter and a pre-teen son (I'm praying his meds for headaches work well for him from now on!). But I also pray we that he and I will lean on the Lord and one another as we lead our families the way God wants us to lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we talked about employment: both my wife and I are looking for summer time employment, and I'll be going to apply at a car wash later on. We figured for my family, a $700.00/month income would take care of our needs as well as put money away for a rainy day. And we only need this minute amount for 3-4 months, until school starts back up. I'm even going to write more and look into supplementing my income auctioning off some of my collectibles and mom's romance novels and sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we discussed how we want to utilize our time doing accountability. We decided to study through the book The Pursuit of Holiness, by Jerry Bridges. (I know, some of my readers are now hooping and hollerin' at this decision!) So, for those of you who wanted me to attend a summer study...it ain't happening. Why, because I'm unsure as to what job I'll have and what the hours will be. This one, I can do and spend time on, and know I'll meet regularly to discuss what god taught me through this study. I've already went over ch.1 and will read ch.2 tonight (I'm following the workbook suggestions). And I've already learned, there is hope to be obedient and live a life of holiness! Until next time...my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1457314956195945182?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1457314956195945182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1457314956195945182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1457314956195945182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1457314956195945182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-and-wednesday-recap.html' title='A Tuesday and Wednesday Recap'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-3770865127934929031</id><published>2007-05-23T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:39:30.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Risk For My Writing Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Okay guys, I did something today I never thought I'd do...I initiated a free 14-day trial on &lt;a href='http://imdb.com'&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;, The Internet Movie Database. The reason, I wanted to secure an interview with my favorite actress-Marina Sirtis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason: Star Trek-The Next Generation celebrates 20 years of scifi action and adventure. &lt;a href='http://www.startrek.com'&gt;Star Trek.Com&lt;/a&gt; already has a TNG:20 button on its website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the work I did just to get former Dyess Commander Garret Harencak, U.S. Representative Randy Neugebauer, and two Abilene city officials to interview for a local supplemental article on local leadership. But a major celebrity? I know what you're thinking, "Jim...WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my thinking: part of being a writer is to broaden your horizons as a writer/author. For me, that means writing different articles, even a few interview pieces. Securing an interview with Marina Sirtis would be my first major interview, in over two years. Just getting a 14-day trial like that is risky enough, I emailed her manager, to request an email interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's just a waiting game to see if I get a positive response to interview Marina. In the meantime, I will compose my list of interview questions and see if and when this interview takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-3770865127934929031?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/3770865127934929031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=3770865127934929031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3770865127934929031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/3770865127934929031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/risk-for-my-writing-career.html' title='A Risk For My Writing Career'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4301047002421010840</id><published>2007-05-20T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:51:08.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>I Loved Writing This Short Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Case of the Missing Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, what happened dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "The best thing darling, my Bible's at church. Bob discovered it was in Jill's jeep. He told me Russ must've picked it up by accident from our LIFE Group meeting over at the Eckert's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's amazing! How can a big, green, Bible disappear from right under your nose? I mean, a Bible the size of a nine inch paperback novel just up and disappear like that?" Wanda makes a good point. How could my Bible simply vanish in young Russ' hands without him realizing the Bible didn't belong to him? I wondered throughout the past two weeks what could've happened. We went over to Carl's house on the south side of town to attend our LIFE Group. LIFE means Loving Individuals through Fellowship and Evangelism. Our church started these groups in hopes of our church family to get to know one another more intimately and to reach our city for Jesus Christ. However, it's hard to want to be a light for the world when your sword, God's Word, ends up misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Then, last week, I went up to Russ' father Bob. I asked if it was possible for it to be at his place somewhere? "I have no idea James. Guess it is possible. What made you think we had it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A process of elimination Bob. I placed my Bible down on Carl's credenza before I ate dessert. I noticed Jill's purse next to my Bible, but thought nothing of it. I retraced my steps with Carl after you left. We both concluded it either vanished into thin air, grew legs and walked off, or maybe Jill or Russ picked it up by mistake." Bob thought for a moment, then smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll keep an eye out for it James. I'll call if it turns up." When I heard back from Bob, Thursday rolled around, right before I was to speak at a local Writers Guild meeting. "James, this is Bob." Bob's jovial tones told me my sword was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "I'm concluding from the smile in your voice you found my Bible?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I did. Jill and I happened to be unloading groceries before I left to go out and we found it. I guess Russ did pick it up and thought it was his. I'm so sorry about this." Of course, I laughed about the Bible. I mean, this isn't a copy of one of my unpublished manuscripts, it is a Bible. And anyone who would take a Bible, I hope thst person would read about Jesus and realize the gift a Bible is to them. So, I told Bob to take it by the church and I would get it Sunday morning. "No problem James, I'll have Jill take it by there at once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4301047002421010840?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4301047002421010840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4301047002421010840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4301047002421010840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4301047002421010840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-loved-writing-this-short-story.html' title='I Loved Writing This Short Story.'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-1060786489626664992</id><published>2007-05-20T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:32:03.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editorial'/><title type='text'>Thursday's News from Ector County</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:8hlUCqu4TiNAiM:http://www.genesis.net.au/%7Ebible/bible.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 184px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:8hlUCqu4TiNAiM:http://www.genesis.net.au/%7Ebible/bible.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who read the Abilene Reporter News, you noticed the law suit filed by the ACLU against the Ector County School District, for teaching the Bible as an elective in public schools. What surprised me was one of the plaintiffs in the case was a Presbyterian Deacon. From the language this fellow used, he sounded bitter that God's Word was available in the classroom. I found it odd that a Christian, who held a leadership position in the church, no matter the denomination, opposed the school's format for the Bible course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I applaud the school district's stand for teaching the Bible course as an elective. It doesn't surprise me the enemies of God would file a lawsuit to ban the course, but what irked my soul was this deacon who opposed this format. From the research and information I gleaned from the article, the course was elective, not required. Second, the format offered the Bible as a historical or ethical teaching, not one of salvation. In other words, present the information in its entirety, and make up your own mind outside of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, I apologize for...possibly opening Pandora's box; but I'd like your thoughts on this issue. Please post your comments, I'm curious how you feel about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-1060786489626664992?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/1060786489626664992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=1060786489626664992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1060786489626664992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/1060786489626664992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursday-news-from-ector-county.html' title='Thursday&amp;#39;s News from Ector County'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-6709448599429485470</id><published>2007-05-18T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:33:46.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Local News'/><title type='text'>My Middle School Article Published</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;This afternoon, Associated Content published my article "Franklin Middle School Closes After 65 Years". I felt honored, being a former student, to write this article and interview some of the faculty. And since then, I've taken time to read a book called "The Curious Case of the Misplaced Modifier", by Bonnie Trenga. So far, in two chapters, I've read and applied the skills to eliminate passive voice and nominalization (say that word five times fast!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the English teacher(s), (Garrett Starr), reading this entry will find my humor on sentence structure unusual. But the basic premise of the book rings true: we tend to write like we speak. I'm discovering how to, after nearly twenty years past my English courses, to correct this oversight in my writing. I find that this continued exercise will improve a majority of my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-6709448599429485470?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/6709448599429485470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=6709448599429485470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6709448599429485470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/6709448599429485470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-middle-school-article-published.html' title='My Middle School Article Published'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8616076337207769744</id><published>2007-05-16T05:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:34:42.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Walk'/><title type='text'>A New Start to a Christian Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Yesterday, I received my first newsletter from a website that had extensive, daily Bible readings from the ESV(English Standard Version). The readings started in 2 Kings and coincided with readings from the Gospel of John. I find this simultaneous reading insightful between the grievous sins of the children of Israel, and Jesus Christ's ministry on earth. The Old Testament read of the bondage Israel and Judah suffered for their sins, and then you spring to John's gospel and how Jesus fed the five-thousand and taught them from a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I read from Spurgeon's Daily readings, I see more scripture here and benefit from the foot notes at the end. Where Spurgeon took one passage or phrase and commented on it, this reading also helps in study and you see where you've been, and how thankful you should be for your salvation. I'm praying now, even as I type in this blog, for those who do not know Christ and need to hear the Gospel; including Mike Hamby's mother. As I continue to read these passages emailed to me, my prayer is I can share my insights and thus inspires me to continue my writing efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8616076337207769744?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8616076337207769744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8616076337207769744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8616076337207769744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8616076337207769744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-start-to-christian-walk.html' title='A New Start to a Christian Walk'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-8485658395627366701</id><published>2007-05-15T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:35:09.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>The Weather Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Although the weather settled down for a day or two, the rain threatens to return. The expected temperature of 82 degrees F failed to appear. Instead, we now have dark, menacing clouds waiting to dump more rain, creating more mosquito larvae-fun, fun, fun! (NOT!) As much as I agree, we need the rain; I hate being a meal for a blood-sucking parasitic bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I write about vampires, soulless and soul-filled; even I draw the line at insects who want to suck my blood. So, I like having rainy weather, but I loathe the leech-like consequence of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-8485658395627366701?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/8485658395627366701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=8485658395627366701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8485658395627366701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/8485658395627366701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-bites.html' title='The Weather Bites!'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-5991156820368137591</id><published>2007-05-13T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:35:51.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accountability'/><title type='text'>Something Struck Me Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;One of the main reasons I write in a blog, is to remember, at times, what inspired me that particular day. Today, being Mother's Day, we studied Romans 12:1 in Sunday School. As we studied this passage, we were asked, by our teacher, if we were comfortable, to share what we laid on the altar of God. I realized I had laid many items, or possessions, aside and picked them back up again. Everything from my writing, career, and even...sexual sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question my readers are asking now is...why confess it here? For one thing, it's encouraged to confess one's sins to a brother, or even a church family. I'm not sure who will read this, but of this I am certain. Through faith in Jesus Christ, and through a washing of the Word of God, we can choose obedience right away and say "NO" to sin of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for confessing it here is...I'm not always comfortable being verbal about my life or my sins. Although I'm called to do this, I would suddenly feel a yellow streak running up and down my back. But if you, as a Christian or not, are reading this, you realize this way of bearing one's soul and becoming vulnerable, will not judge, but encourage and pray for me as I continue to work out my daily walk with fear and trembling (Phil. 2:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, if you ever expected a Christian to be perfect, let me clarify one thing: no one, NO ONE, is perfect, except Jesus Christ. When a believer stumbles, this is not the time to call them a fake or a back-slider. Instead offer to walk with them, praying and studying the Word with that fellow believer. This will demonstrate the love of Christ as Jesus himself said, "By this, all men will know you are my disciples, by the love you show to one another." (John 13:35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have a question concerning what I have written in this entry, go to this website, and talk to one of the Pastors online. &lt;a href="http://www.ssbaptist.org/"&gt;South Side Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-5991156820368137591?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/5991156820368137591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=5991156820368137591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5991156820368137591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/5991156820368137591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-struck-me-today.html' title='Something Struck Me Today'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313653153286580084.post-4942696275710448413</id><published>2007-05-11T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:41:22.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old blog wasn't working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So, I decided to make a change. This also means I'll be going to all my other blog areas and changing links. Change is a good thing; especially when you're trying to create and the juices aren't flowing. So today, I'll be posting more of my anthology: The Journals of David Terru to my AC content. Which means I'll be going to all my email addresses and changing the links to my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you later ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1313653153286580084-4942696275710448413?l=doctgp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/feeds/4942696275710448413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1313653153286580084&amp;postID=4942696275710448413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4942696275710448413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1313653153286580084/posts/default/4942696275710448413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doctgp.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-blog-wasn-working.html' title='Old blog wasn&amp;#39;t working'/><author><name>James Johnson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109796348233075597792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YYdJWN1lY6k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l_KwuVutdro/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
