<?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-5001972</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:53:23.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WinnNotes</title><subtitle type='html'>Notes from the gray matter of...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-107815432691388016</id><published>2004-03-01T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T13:54:06.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click HERE to go to New Blog Address</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107815432691388016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107815432691388016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815432691388016' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-107654883462508788</id><published>2004-02-11T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:32:37.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have moved my blog to MovableType. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107654883462508788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107654883462508788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654883462508788' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-107453372551805991</id><published>2004-01-19T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T09:37:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a discussion in my DMin program about Inward/Outward I wrote the  following:Like most things in life, when I find a new toy to play with I spend a lot of time with it to the exclusion of other toys that I have, wondering if this new toy will be the "ultimate answer" to my "toy playing," hoping so, so I can rid myself of all other toys that now have no value. Wonder if I could ever learn to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107453372551805991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107453372551805991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107453372551805991' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-107333613285552073</id><published>2004-01-05T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T13:08:30.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Pre InformationThe following is a long blog (a little over 4,100 words). It raises the question about how we tend to use Scripture to idealize the form of church that we have and believe that our form is right while other forms are wrong. It draws attention to a passage of Scripture that is left out of the debate because conversation is often more important than teaching or that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107333613285552073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107333613285552073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333613285552073' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-107095639555756465</id><published>2003-12-08T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:03:20.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas form the GriffinsChristmas Letter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107095639555756465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/107095639555756465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095639555756465' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-106805824622387329</id><published>2003-11-05T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T10:51:03.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this in response to a post on cynicalness in my DMin course. I thought I would pass it along.A litany of cynicalness! I like it.Bless you my brotherMay the Lord bless and cynicalize youmay he make his cynicalness glow from your keyboardmay you have many more cynical momentsMike, maybe you could begin your post as follows:1. Mike, a Cynicalist, to my trusting brothers 2. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106805824622387329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106805824622387329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805824622387329' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-106710892446342159</id><published>2003-10-25T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T13:01:05.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Days with Eugene and Jan PetersonEugene and Jan Peterson, what kind and gracious people. I had the privilege of spending two evenings in their home in Montana this last week. I flew to Boise from Seattle and met up with Todd Hunter, Eric Keck, and Mark Priddy and we drove through the mountains of Idaho to Montana. We arrived at the Peterson home  on Monday evening. They had prepared homemade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106710892446342159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106710892446342159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106710892446342159' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-106279594609254312</id><published>2003-09-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T22:21:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Birthday month is over (a tradition in our family to celebrate one's birthday all month long, our 23 year-old started this several years ago during her birthday month, of course). It was a great month: Birthday, Wedding Anniversary, and the beginning of a new journey with some old friends and some new-to-be friends in the DMin program at George Fox University. I got reacquainted with  Jason </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106279594609254312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106279594609254312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279594609254312' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-106178939722522555</id><published>2003-08-24T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T22:35:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my 61st Birthday and I am on the eve of a new part of the journey. Tomorrow evening I begin the DMin program at George Fox Evangelical Seminary. It should be exciting. This week I had my annual heart appointment to take an echo and stress test. I was able with a lot of "huffin' and puffin' to walk for 8 minutes and 47 seconds which the doctor told me was in the 100% range for men my age.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106178939722522555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106178939722522555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178939722522555' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-106013825441812939</id><published>2003-08-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:06:38.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who do not know, I was accepted into the DMin. program at George Fox University, beginning the end of August. On August 24, 2003, I will turn 61 years old. The next day, I will begin work on my second doctoral program. If my name should cross your mind in the coming months, pause a brief moment and send a personal note for me to the Creator of the Universe. He's always listening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106013825441812939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/106013825441812939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106013825441812939' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-105918629173860821</id><published>2003-07-25T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T19:33:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My reading list is already to large, but I added another book to it. It is the collaborative effort of Leonard Sweet, Brian McLaren, and Jerry Haselmayer and titled A is for Abductive: The Language of the Emerging Church. There are small to large articles listed in alphabetical order beginning with "A is for Abductive."I found the following article interesting:C is For CommunityAn overused </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105918629173860821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105918629173860821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105918629173860821' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-105866957846474019</id><published>2003-07-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T05:30:55.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Jesus chose his disciples (the team of leaders??), he chose those who were different than he was and different from each other. Wow! What a concept. In today's leadership economy, folks often try to surround themselves with those that are like them, people who often share common interest. Such was not the case with Jesus. Matthew was a tax collector, while Simon the Zealot was opposed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105866957846474019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105866957846474019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105866957846474019' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-105736325054183529</id><published>2003-07-04T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T17:23:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On July 4th 1991, my family and I arrived in Seattle, WA from Denver, CO. I often wonder where I might have been if I had chosen just one road taken on the journey that was different than the road chosen. This is a reflection that I often have on special occasions wandering if that occasion would have ever occurred if I had made a different choice before.During this past week we spent an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105736325054183529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105736325054183529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105736325054183529' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-105725298533761539</id><published>2003-07-03T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T10:29:17.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most likely we have all made a "To Do" list with item that we believed needed to be accomplished. What about a "NOT To Do" list of things we are committed "NOT" to do? Here's the beginning of mine:Not to quote fragments (verses) of Scripture to try and solve complex problems in the lives of othersNot quote fragments of Scripture at allNot to pray at specific fixed times every dayNot to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105725298533761539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105725298533761539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105725298533761539' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-105690385449226027</id><published>2003-06-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T20:47:40.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can now register your phone number with the National Do Not Call Registry and most telemarketers cannot bother you when you recline (woops wrong century) to eat because you registered your telephone number(s). It's a FREE service. You can register your home and mobile phone numbers. Your phone numbers will be registered for five years beginning three (3) months after you register.If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105690385449226027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/105690385449226027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105690385449226027' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-95893001</id><published>2003-06-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T07:56:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday morning and I am off for a short week vacation with my family. I am going to Boise, ID. Did I say Boise? Wait a minute, ......... I am checking with that stuff between my ears, wait a minute........ yep, that's right, Boise. What's up with that? Will visit the Allelon Boyz and Girlz. Golf two days one in ID and one in WA with my son Jason. Swim a little, soak a little, watch some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/95893001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/95893001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95893001' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-95019707</id><published>2003-05-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T00:38:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today while visiting a mall I took a moment to step into the "Christian Bookstore." The store is about one-third books and two-thirds "Jesus Junk." I guess to be authentic it should be called the "Christian Book and Jesus Junk Store." In the book that I mention below there are two bookstores called "Christian Supply." If you are a pastor I guess your can go there when you supply of Christians is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/95019707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/95019707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95019707' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-94434513</id><published>2003-05-15T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T23:15:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bummer! The Lakers are gone! My daughter is not to happy about it. That's an understatement! Next year starts tonight. At least Sacramento is still in the hunt.I just returned from Boise where I had a delightful two days working with the Toddlimiester and the Keckster. Keck has lost some weight. Todd was eating scones! Cinnamon sugar ones at that. We talked about how we could equip God's people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/94434513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/94434513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94434513' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-94108070</id><published>2003-05-10T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T09:04:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lakers are now 1-2. Life in the Griffin house is a little smoother this morning. I have hope for tomorrow. By the way, I am not really a Laker's fan, only during this period of the play offs for the sake of my daughter, Jeramie Joy. I am a Sacramento Kings fan during when they play and it is a wonder that we get through the night with LA and Sacramento plays each other. Bummer for Chris </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/94108070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/94108070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94108070' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-94068406</id><published>2003-05-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T12:33:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lakers are in a hole (0-2). Life is not all that cheery around the Griffin household. I hope for my daughter's sake, and for mine as well, that the Lakers "rock" on the court in LA tonight.I found the following document today while sorting some of my folders on my computer. The conversation was with a pastor of a Vineyard church who sought me out after reading some of the material I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/94068406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/94068406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94068406' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-93466464</id><published>2003-04-29T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T18:29:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a "differently-abled" daughter (Jeramie Joy) who loves the L.A. Lakers. So I changed my colors (above, to the left side, and the type ) to reflect their colors and honor my daughter. She is all caught up in the playoffs. Life is grand when they win, a little less so when they do not win.When the game is on TV, she dresses for the game with here "Kobe" jersey. Our TV is in the basement (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/93466464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/93466464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93466464' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-92982933</id><published>2003-04-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T07:28:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the last few months we have heard a lot about the concept of "regime change" in the political arena. Regime change is what the new King's mission is all about. Jesus is out to change the world and the church is his vehicle. The Kingdom of God has invaded this present evil age the words and works of Jesus and continues to invade this present evil age in the words and works of the church. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/92982933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/92982933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92982933' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-92172657</id><published>2003-04-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T15:07:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Musings on Spiritual DisciplinesAs a biblical thinker I must admit that I have some problems with what seems to me like a list of practices or disciplines that must be accomplished in order to be an authentic believer. A new kind of "pull yourself up by your spiritual boot straps" or "how to become more like Christ with ten easy disciplines." This appears to me to be a new set of "boundary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/92172657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/92172657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92172657' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-92007767</id><published>2003-04-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T14:29:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday evening, Sunday morning and Monday (all day) I had the opportunity to listen to N.T (Tom) Wright in Boise, ID.Saturday evening lecture dealt with the Roman Empire with a Q&amp;A that followed. What struck me was that there was a "world class scholar" speaking everyday language and there were less than 200 people in attendance.Sunday morning was a bit disappointing. The pastor of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/92007767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/92007767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92007767' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-91532686</id><published>2003-03-27T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T23:22:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm excited. I get to travel to Boise this weekend to hear N.T. Wright. (Saturday Evening, Sunday Morning, and Monday Morning and Afternoon). I started reading his stuff a couple of years ago. It is facinating. I'll write a bit about the experience when I return....a repost from my first blog.Here is a prayer that I have abducted from N.T. Wright and edited. It is as easy as breathing in (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/91532686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/91532686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91532686' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-91168387</id><published>2003-03-21T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T22:33:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If your are interested check out a study on Jude on my new "Almost Daily Bible Study."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/91168387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/91168387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91168387' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-90743560</id><published>2003-03-14T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T18:58:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I was reading Gordon Fee on exegesis and spirituality. Some of the lines of his text struck me, one in particular: "I want to insist that the ultimate aim of all true exegesis is spirituality."As I read that line (I was eating breakfast) I thought, My fear is that we work so hard on spirituality in a vacuum without any exegesis of scripture. How much time do we spend in exegesis of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90743560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90743560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90743560' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-90423940</id><published>2003-03-09T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T16:04:37.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just returned from watching "Tears of the Sun." This is not a movie review, just a few thoughts from one "watcher." The story is about a group of "Navy Seals" sent to rescue an American doctor. The seals are like what the "church" might be like, dedicated to its mission but able to be flexible to expand its mission when needed. The church is in the middle of the fray able and willing to give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90423940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90423940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90423940' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-90359159</id><published>2003-03-08T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T08:35:18.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I returned from Florida last Thursday. It was 85 degrees when I left. I arrived in Seattle some hours later and it was in the 30s. Such a treat for the body. I am glad to be home with my family. Two plus weeks, a death, and dealing with family concerns was a bit exhausting. I caught a cold somewhere during the last days in Florida that has sunk into my chest.I had a chance to meet with about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90359159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90359159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90359159' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-90065593</id><published>2003-03-03T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T11:54:30.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday Feb. 26, 2003 at 8:44 am (EST) my sister slipped into her new body and met Jesus. It was effortless on her part, she took a long breath, her last here, and moved into the not yet. God had taken one of his faithful servants through death and out the other side to his presence. All the physical and emotional suffering of this life ceased as the Creator God pulled her through the portal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90065593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/90065593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90065593' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-89329897</id><published>2003-02-18T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T14:09:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday night I watched MBFGW (the Greek Wedding…) on DVD with my family. It was really funny and my wife Donna kept making comments how the dad was something like her dad. When she and I started dating I was living in Hawaii as a member of the Air Force. I attended the church her father pastored where we met. Really we met on a previous occasion at a church dedication but that is a whole ‘nother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/89329897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/89329897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89329897' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-89195701</id><published>2003-02-16T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T11:00:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally watched Signs last night on DVD. I know, I’m a little late but I don’t always get to all the movies when they are on the big screen.The story of a man of faith who has lost his faith because of the unexplained and unexpected death of his wife is the backdrop of the story, as I understood it. Even though he had given up on his faith, other around him still saw him in his old role and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/89195701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/89195701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89195701' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88997378</id><published>2003-02-12T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T14:51:04.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I read Eric's blog this morning I posted a note back to him:I once heard someone say that having kids was like watching your heart walk outside your body. I think he was right!I have often heard that God love all his kids the same. I discovered that i loved my kids differently, especially my differently-abled daughter. I have often wondered if God loves his kids differently also, but alas,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88997378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88997378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88997378' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88798344</id><published>2003-02-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T11:25:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning. I thought I would write a little about me this fine day. I was born in a little town in Central Florida some 60 years ago. My dad was a barber and my mom owned a clothing store. I had two brothers and one sister. My dad and mom have been dead for as many years as some of you who might read this have been born. One of my brothers is also dead. I was the youngest child being born </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88798344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88798344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88798344' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88782101</id><published>2003-02-08T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T19:36:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to my wonderful wife Donna of 36 years to blogsville. I yield to her writing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88782101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88782101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88782101' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88754921</id><published>2003-02-08T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T10:08:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's now in the early AM (pct) and I've been up since 2:30 (went to bed way to early). Got up and read some and reflected on how much I really don't know. But that's okay, my wife and kids still love me anyway.Saw a quote "never fry bacon naked" not sure where or why just thought I would pass it along.Yesterday (after a conversation with the Priddyman) I was thinking about "what's in a name."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88754921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88754921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88754921' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88694882</id><published>2003-02-06T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T23:55:14.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today in Seattle was a beautiful day. The sun was shinning and there was a cool nip in the air. It's come and gone and here I am close to midnight blogging. Today was a great day. I got lots of stuff accomplished, but my office looks like a cyclone hit it. Donna, my lovely wife, is threatening to clean my office. If that happens I won't find stuff for months. She's holding off but hovering. She</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88694882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88694882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88694882' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88578202</id><published>2003-02-04T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T23:16:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just returned Monday (Feb. 3) from SoCal where I visited with my "in-laws," attended LeAnn's memorial, and visited with a truly missional church.Visiting with my in-laws is always interesting. My father-in-law is ninety-years old and still moving around quiet well. My mother-in-law is eighty-seven. She still gets around really well, although she tends to fall from time to time.Attending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88578202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88578202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88578202' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001972.post-88222828</id><published>2003-01-29T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T14:14:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Year 2003, Month 1 almost done. Time marches on. We don't think about how quickly it passes. A friend of mine died last month and another this month and my sister is dying of cancer. Death all around has caused me again to stop and reflect on time and how precious little of it we have to be about the call that God has placed in each of our lives. It reminds me of the days right after my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88222828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001972/posts/default/88222828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drwinn.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88222828' title=''/><author><name>Winn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12621935871246417790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
