<?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-4119381</id><updated>2011-12-13T14:18:50.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatnot</title><subtitle type='html'>The Blog of Tim Wheeler; Location: Syracuse, NY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</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>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-4543882562987657549</id><published>2008-03-20T09:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:36:42.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still breathing</title><summary type='text'>  My 7 year old picked the following from his devotional Bible for a morning reading.  He read it to me and it just blew me away.  God is cool.     25 "I tell you, do not worry. Don't worry about your life and what you will eat or drink. And don't worry about your body and what you will wear. Isn't there more to life than eating? Aren't there more important things for the body than clothes?    26</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4543882562987657549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=4543882562987657549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4543882562987657549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4543882562987657549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-breathing.html' title='still breathing'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-8327538531075033626</id><published>2007-09-25T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:53:07.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell for now...</title><summary type='text'>  Having read over my last few blog entries, I realize, I just don’t have that much to say in the blogosphere.  For the time being, I am abandoning my blog until such a time as I feel I have something to contribute beyond “I ate cereal today and my kids are awesome.”     I do feel I have a lot to say, only I really want to spend my time saying it in person and interacting with real live people – </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8327538531075033626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=8327538531075033626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/8327538531075033626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/8327538531075033626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/09/farewell-for-now.html' title='Farewell for now...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-3625368087337588336</id><published>2007-09-20T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:37:51.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reading with kids</title><summary type='text'>  Our church started a reading program partnering with a struggling school in our city.  In this program, volunteers read with a child for 30 minutes a week (sometimes a bit more) and work on fluency and inflection in reading (which improve understanding greatly).  Children who raise their reading test scores 20% are entered into a drawing and 8-10 kids get to go on a field trip to a shoe store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3625368087337588336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=3625368087337588336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3625368087337588336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3625368087337588336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-with-kids.html' title='reading with kids'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-1093431517643314651</id><published>2007-09-05T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:34:02.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here</title><summary type='text'>  Fall is here…the cool northeastern nights (mid 50’s and mid 60’s once the sun sets), changing leaves, and the arrival and departure of the GREAT NEW YORK STATE FAIR.  The NYS Fair takes place each year about 1.2 miles from my house.  We can hear the mainstage concerts in our back yard (Kenny Chesney, yea – cue sarcasm).  We take our boys during the special “ride all day” pass days, and for $15 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1093431517643314651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=1093431517643314651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/1093431517643314651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/1093431517643314651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is here'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-2090839347024225383</id><published>2007-08-29T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:28:49.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><summary type='text'>  I just got back from a refreshing week away from work life.  Lots of fun family time.     We camped at Buttermilk Falls State  Park in the Ithaca,  NY area…what a BEAUTIFUL place.  Just amazing.     Lots of fun watching my boys be boys with sticks and fire and woods.  They just love it.     And lots of time to not think about work at all which was great.     I had all these profound thoughts on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2090839347024225383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=2090839347024225383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/2090839347024225383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/2090839347024225383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-3210637254404078829</id><published>2007-08-16T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:52:50.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The update is HERE</title><summary type='text'>  In the next two weeks, my role at my job will morph and change a bit.  I will be handing off the children’s ministry portion of my job to a great guy who is coming on staff.  This has been the focus of ministry for me over the last year and in some ways I feel like I just got the team assembled and started.  At the same time, children’s ministry or programming in and of itself is not a primary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3210637254404078829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=3210637254404078829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3210637254404078829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3210637254404078829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-is-here.html' title='The update is HERE'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-3784684679183918188</id><published>2007-07-25T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:42:22.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>  A serious update on life and work is on the way.       Lots of good stuff stirring up, but I can’t publicly comment on it at this time…     This is such a great season…my kids riding their bikes in the street (we live on a pseudo dead-end);  swimming at the community pool (it’s just one block away); gardening…man I find so much peace in that it’s weird…     Summer in Syracuse is special.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3784684679183918188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=3784684679183918188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3784684679183918188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3784684679183918188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-4397927203254711895</id><published>2007-07-08T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:29:20.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>did it</title><summary type='text'>  I finished the Gospel of John in just a shade under 2.5 hours.  Actually, it was about an hour and 45 minutes with 3 breaks/changes of location interspersed.       For me it really raised the question – why don’t I do that more often…really concentrated reading of a text.  The stories start to blur together, but you have a real context for everything.     Here are a few things that struck me:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4397927203254711895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=4397927203254711895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4397927203254711895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4397927203254711895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-it.html' title='did it'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-892485011519784433</id><published>2007-07-06T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:53:04.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NES</title><summary type='text'>  During a recent visit, my Mom and my grandmother (driving all the way from southern Illinois) brought a trunk full of my childhood with them.  The kids are loving the action figures and cars.  For my part, I hooked up the old tray-loading NES and got pummeled in a couple of games of Tecmo NBA Basketball (circa 1992 – BJ Armstrong at point guard for the bulls…)  I then proceeded to show that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/892485011519784433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=892485011519784433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/892485011519784433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/892485011519784433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/07/nes.html' title='NES'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110671988379199062</id><published>2007-06-21T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:12:35.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduate</title><summary type='text'>  I am the proud parent of a kindergarten graduate.  I can hardly believe it.  Our little Leo isn’t so little anymore and he just keeps getting smarter.  Can’t wait until he gets older and I can introduce him to Nouwen and Hauerwas (I’m thinking when he’s 8 or 9 years old).     1st grade…here we come.     Tim    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110671988379199062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110671988379199062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110671988379199062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110671988379199062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/06/kindergarten-graduate.html' title='Kindergarten Graduate'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-3165106176923213146</id><published>2007-05-30T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:32:51.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the challenge</title><summary type='text'>  I think the emerging challenge for me these days is how do I lead organizationally (that is in light of the great and extremely practical literature on organizational leadership that I’ve used to great affect – or is it effect?) while also leading and especially LIVING relationally.  I believe it’s not an either/or.  It’s a both/and.       But how?       Let me unpack this a bit – I have found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3165106176923213146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=3165106176923213146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3165106176923213146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3165106176923213146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/05/challenge.html' title='the challenge'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-2344279508685734272</id><published>2007-05-25T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:15:28.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling cryptic</title><summary type='text'>  The things I most want to blog right now would come out rather cryptic;  That leaves me stuck.  Maybe more on that stuff another day.     We’re making some great contact with our neighbors.  We’re planning a cookout/block party for the summer.  We know the neighbor’s on literally every side (we are surrounded) and they are some really beautiful people (figurativelyJ ) so this could be a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2344279508685734272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=2344279508685734272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/2344279508685734272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/2344279508685734272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-cryptic.html' title='Feeling cryptic'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-7919928794963317547</id><published>2007-05-17T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T11:19:04.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled</title><summary type='text'>  Since returning from CA I am just generally unsettled and irritable.  Trying to put my finger on why.  I say “just generally” but of course it’s more than that.  I find myself frustrated with the status quo and as I look around I think a lot of people are.  They are looking for more.  There’s got to be something more to this.  And so I think “okie dokie” let’s figure out ways to help people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/7919928794963317547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=7919928794963317547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/7919928794963317547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/7919928794963317547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/05/unsettled.html' title='Unsettled'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-4936890050676569230</id><published>2007-05-10T18:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:35:51.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference</title><summary type='text'>greetings blogworld.  I've been hanging out at the Vineyard USA Nat'l  conference in Anaheim California.  Good good stuff.  I'm really  excited to be a part of this movement of God's peoplethe mp3's of the main sessions should be posted soon at  vineyardusa.org if you are interested.  A lot on the future of the  Vineyard there and great reflections on the past.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4936890050676569230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=4936890050676569230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4936890050676569230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4936890050676569230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/05/conference.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-7948415375025308735</id><published>2007-05-02T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:47:36.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off</title><summary type='text'>  Okay, it works!  This should increase my blogging frequency…     I gotta get the book that has this http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2007/mayweb-only/118-22.0.html in it.     Seriously.  I read a couple of reviews and I think Tony has offended everyone…conservative McChurch folk, CHECK; independent I-Hate-McChurch-Folk, CHECK; Democrats…okay maybe he didn’t offend them.  All I’m saying is I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/7948415375025308735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=7948415375025308735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/7948415375025308735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/7948415375025308735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-3585870106150223120</id><published>2007-05-02T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:44:10.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing out this e-mail feature</title><summary type='text'>  So, I’m testing out this e-mail to blog feature….here goes…     Tim    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3585870106150223120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=3585870106150223120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3585870106150223120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/3585870106150223120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/05/testing-out-this-e-mail-feature.html' title='testing out this e-mail feature'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-6180989391220017199</id><published>2007-02-28T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:32:15.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream</title><summary type='text'>So I've thought about posting this for some time, but wasn't sure this was the forum.  But why not? My wife and I have been having some great conversations lately about ministry and serving and vision and mission (and LOST).  :-)  It feels like God is birthing in our hearts a desire to pursue some stuff...here it is.This vision is incarnational.  It's all about living with people.  Being a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/6180989391220017199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=6180989391220017199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/6180989391220017199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/6180989391220017199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/02/dream.html' title='A dream'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-4097110727356651103</id><published>2007-02-17T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T14:49:07.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>buried</title><summary type='text'>so...all the snow has come...and more is coming.We are buried.  We built a snowmand last week. Not a huge one, but bigger than my kids.  He is buried up to his neck.  His head is coated in fresh snow so only his frozen carrot nose can really be seen.  It all came so fast and so thick that the highway dept plowed it all onto our sidewalk to make the roads passable.  On the side walks it's up to my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4097110727356651103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=4097110727356651103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4097110727356651103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4097110727356651103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/02/buried.html' title='buried'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-4602870216956152914</id><published>2007-02-07T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:15:21.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boring, yet I can't take my eyes away</title><summary type='text'>Okay - so this is from buffalo, but really, this is the kind of snow we get. We're at 54 inches for the year. Of course, just an hour north, Oswego NY was supposed to have 4 ft in 4 days.I always thought I was tough when I was a midwesterner...but I had no idea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4602870216956152914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=4602870216956152914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4602870216956152914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4602870216956152914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/02/boring-yet-i-cant-take-my-eyes-away.html' title='boring, yet I can&apos;t take my eyes away'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-1303189817882529761</id><published>2007-02-07T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:17:50.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><summary type='text'>I need to take more time to simply reflect.  I used to do this all the time - but I've grown quite lazy in this regard. I'm currently reading McLaren's The Secret Message of Jesus -  good book.  If you like McLaren and subscribe to a theology of "The Kingdom of God" that's present, near, already, not yet;  if you get that last sentence fragment and believe it, you would like this book.  So far it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1303189817882529761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=1303189817882529761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/1303189817882529761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/1303189817882529761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/02/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-2364064258544888752</id><published>2007-01-30T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:37:07.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>creating...</title><summary type='text'>I need to create.  To write, to film, to sing.  But more than that;  I need to build something.  I don’t know what and I and I don’t know when, but I know it needs to happen.  Someday maybe a neo-monastic community of sorts?  I don’t know.  Maybe it will be years in the making. In the meantime, I need to create.  To build.  To tide me over, I think.  I think the most life-giving thing that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2364064258544888752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=2364064258544888752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/2364064258544888752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/2364064258544888752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/01/creating.html' title='creating...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-4703599230214472602</id><published>2007-01-27T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:01:27.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even funnier than the racetrack...enjoy!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4703599230214472602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=4703599230214472602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4703599230214472602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/4703599230214472602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/01/even-funnier-than-racetrackenjoy.html' title='Even funnier than the racetrack...enjoy!'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-5283094694006380621</id><published>2007-01-25T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:21:45.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy fun etc.</title><summary type='text'>So, I started blogging again only to stop for more than 30 days.  It may be time to kill this blog folks. folks?  hello?Oh well, everybody left and I can't blame them.Great stuff happening really.  We've been building some great friendships with some awesome people and that has been incredibly lifegiving.  Our Small group has exploded.  Last week we had 14 adults and 14 kids.  and 3 adults were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/5283094694006380621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=5283094694006380621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/5283094694006380621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/5283094694006380621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-fun-etc.html' title='Busy fun etc.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-9078661093789583718</id><published>2006-12-23T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:50:18.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Wishing you a very merry Christmas.  Quotes will come as promised later - I actually have to read some more of it. Holiday craziness ensues, but it will all stop tomorrow (sunday) afternoon.  THen it's a long sweet ride through the end of Christmas day (we aren't going ANYWHERE!).Peace to you this Christmas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/9078661093789583718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=9078661093789583718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/9078661093789583718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/9078661093789583718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116575674144537519</id><published>2006-12-10T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T08:19:01.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Reading</title><summary type='text'>I just started reading "Sanctify Them in the Truth" by Hauerwas.The first two paragraphs of the preface and I'm hooked (confession: I read a chapter and a half on Amazon before I bought it).  Good good stuff.Quotes to come for any onlookers who are still around!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116575674144537519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116575674144537519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116575674144537519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116575674144537519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-im-reading.html' title='What I&apos;m Reading'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116552167281495140</id><published>2006-12-07T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:01:12.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worthwhile reading</title><summary type='text'>for some very worthwhile thoughts on Freedom, check out the link to Phil's blog on the right.  THought provoking as always.  Thanks Phil.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116552167281495140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116552167281495140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116552167281495140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116552167281495140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/12/worthwhile-reading.html' title='worthwhile reading'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116464481579604381</id><published>2006-11-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:04:51.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Sermon</title><summary type='text'>Okie dokie - couldn't figure out how to upload a file that big and large (30 minutes, 15 megs).  So enjoy this instead.  It's better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116464481579604381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116464481579604381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116464481579604381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116464481579604381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/11/un-sermon.html' title='Un Sermon'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116448865260757528</id><published>2006-11-25T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:04:12.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermon</title><summary type='text'>So, my sermon thingy changed a bit, but it's finished...t-minus 1 hour until it's first official delivery.If you read this, pray that it won't suck. :-)If I can figure out how, I'll post it here in it's entirety just in case anyone is listening.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116448865260757528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116448865260757528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116448865260757528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116448865260757528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/11/sermon.html' title='Sermon'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116317328480459278</id><published>2006-11-10T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:41:24.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermon Idea</title><summary type='text'>hey, anybody who still reads this - I'd love your feedbackI'm working on a sermon for the Thanksgiving Weekend.  Here is my basic premiseHow are we to live as an already/not yet people drawing from the story of Israel as an already/not yet people (leaving Egypt and wandering).Key points:Freedom - offered freely and yet we must choose it - sometimes we even long for bondage.Small Victories (Exodus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116317328480459278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116317328480459278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116317328480459278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116317328480459278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/11/sermon-idea.html' title='Sermon Idea'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116258146520539373</id><published>2006-11-03T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:17:45.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><summary type='text'>Well, no sooner did I say I was back and then for whatever reason I couldn't access blogger anymore.  So I guess I am back - sort of - that is, so long as I can get to blogger.busy crazy stressful.  That has been our life for the past week.  It's been crappy, but I have to believe and hope that good times are ahead.  :-)Mostly it's just left me wanting to retreat from it all, but too pressed with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116258146520539373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116258146520539373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116258146520539373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116258146520539373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-116060720325174527</id><published>2006-10-11T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:53:23.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back. At this blog.</title><summary type='text'>Okay.  SO I think I will start blogging again.  I'm not sure about what.  And I don't know if you will read it.  But I will blog.  And it will be at this blog.Tell your friends.  They care.SERVING THE POOR.I'm investigating some opportunities for our community to serve the poor.  THe hope would be that we could get some people to commit to serve meals once a month to the homeless in cooperation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/116060720325174527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=116060720325174527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116060720325174527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/116060720325174527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-at-this-blog.html' title='I&apos;m back. At this blog.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-114737079748231998</id><published>2006-05-11T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:08:30.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><summary type='text'>In case anyone is still lookingI have relocated my blog... http://spaces.msn.com/whatnotblog/ </summary><link rel='related' href='http://spaces.msn.com/whatnotblog/' title='new blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/114737079748231998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=114737079748231998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/114737079748231998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/114737079748231998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-113759966569512933</id><published>2006-01-18T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:54:25.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><summary type='text'>Well, here's the news - I'll be brief but may expound at a later date.I was offered and (after a whole lot of prayer, thought, counsel, and sleepless nights) accepted a position on staff at the Syracuse Vineyard where we attend.  This means I will be leaving my job at the Rescue Mission on the 27th.  I will be overseeing children's and family ministry as well as getting people plugged into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/113759966569512933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=113759966569512933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113759966569512933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113759966569512933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2006/01/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-113538250559346005</id><published>2005-12-23T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:01:45.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of this silence.. .</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of this internal and life chaos I should write.  Yet that would require an explanation that is not yet blog-worthy.  I cannot go into detail at this time.  Nor can I tell of the Christmas gift I got for my wife...Details to come.  But in the midst of that...I was at Wal-Mart yesterday.  Did anyone else hear about the Wal-mart lawsuit awarding millions to employees denied lunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/113538250559346005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=113538250559346005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113538250559346005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113538250559346005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-midst-of-this-silence.html' title='In the midst of this silence.. .'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-113271301684206059</id><published>2005-11-22T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:30:16.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So here it is, my birthday</title><summary type='text'>So here I am...the big 2-6.  And what a day it's been.  Breakfast with some great friends from work...even if I did get my wires crossed and make them wait for me for more than an hour.  The omelette was good, courtesy of Stella's Diner, and the company was better.My wife did a stellar job.  I came home to streamers and balloons, GREAT local pizza (thank you Twin Trees II), wings, and all sorts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/113271301684206059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=113271301684206059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113271301684206059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113271301684206059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-here-it-is-my-birthday.html' title='So here it is, my birthday'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-113116342179579051</id><published>2005-11-04T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:03:41.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's History, Stupid.</title><summary type='text'>Just thinking about the impact history has on us.  I think 'recent' history often gets a bad rap.  Like with all the re-imagining church stuff...I KNOW - let's compare ourselves to Martin Luther (the new reformation - thankyou wolfgang) or other historical reformers, courageously righting wrongs.  But what the heck about your grampa, or your grandpa's neighbor who gave his all to the little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/113116342179579051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=113116342179579051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113116342179579051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/113116342179579051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-history-stupid.html' title='It&apos;s History, Stupid.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-112872508896725535</id><published>2005-10-07T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:44:48.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><summary type='text'>It would probably be more expedient for me to just send you an e-mail Will-  but maybe someone else will stumble upon this and even read it.  Who knows.  Who cares?I've been lamenting the amount of burnt bridges in my life.  Many of them aren't really burnt bridges - just relationships I didn't maintain.  I realized that I have essentially lost all regular contact with EVERYONE I went to college </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/112872508896725535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=112872508896725535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112872508896725535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112872508896725535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-112698562235530325</id><published>2005-09-17T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:52:05.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>balance</title><summary type='text'>This may seem random i don't think I know what a balanced life is...perhaps God is teaching me perseverance...I've been disappointed by a friend. . .In the midst of all of life, God is faithful.  This I know to be true.  I'm tired of running around, I'm tired of pretending, I'm tired of searching,of the three I'll continue searching but I bid the other two farewell - no more running around, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/112698562235530325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=112698562235530325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112698562235530325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112698562235530325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/09/balance.html' title='balance'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-112454155281447522</id><published>2005-08-20T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:39:12.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the house and life</title><summary type='text'>SO - Spurred on by the insults of W.H. Sansbury, I am blogging.  We closed on the house 8 days ago and the rest is a blur.  What appeared to be on layer of wallpaper is actually 8 - and in places the plaster and lathe behind is crumbling.  and oh, did I mention, the room with all the pretty flowers (my boys bedroom) - that's not wallpaper - that's paneling.  So it's been an adventure to say the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/112454155281447522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=112454155281447522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112454155281447522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112454155281447522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/08/house-and-life.html' title='the house and life'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-112266308031510938</id><published>2005-07-29T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:51:38.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House and stuff</title><summary type='text'>The title of this blog could be interpreted many different ways.  or maybe just 2 or 3.  Still - my life seems currently dominated by "house and stuff" which would be counter to what I desire my life to be about.In any case, we should be closing on our house last week so that must mean we will possibly do this soon.  Following that will come MASSIVE painting projects to cover up the 50 year old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/112266308031510938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=112266308031510938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112266308031510938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/112266308031510938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-and-stuff.html' title='House and stuff'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111565756563539020</id><published>2005-05-09T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:52:45.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the same from Peterson</title><summary type='text'>"What other church is there besides institutional? There's nobody who doesn't have problems with the church, because there's sin in the church." "There's no idealization of the church in the Bible—none. We've got two thousand years of history now. Why are we so dumb?"Eugene Peterson in a recent CT interviewI'm starting to believe this- particularly the 1st question "What other church is there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111565756563539020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111565756563539020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111565756563539020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111565756563539020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-of-same-from-peterson.html' title='More of the same from Peterson'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111530402873638647</id><published>2005-05-05T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:40:28.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the kingdom, stupid.</title><summary type='text'>reading and re-reading Matthew 16:21-28 I see that as Jesus message.  You've heard it said in the past in politics "It's the economy, stupid." or "It's national security, stupid."But Jesus tries to explain his destiny to Peter - that he will suffer and die and be raised up.  Peter says "NO WAY, man."But Jesus says "Yes, way, Peter - don't you get it - it's the kingdom, stupid."(Above is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111530402873638647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111530402873638647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111530402873638647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111530402873638647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-kingdom-stupid.html' title='It&apos;s the kingdom, stupid.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111505733621169016</id><published>2005-05-02T14:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:08:56.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>side of house with yard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111505733621169016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111505733621169016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111505733621169016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111505733621169016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/05/side-of-house-with-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111505731156451784</id><published>2005-05-02T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:08:31.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>House and garage (garage behind pole) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111505731156451784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111505731156451784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111505731156451784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111505731156451784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/05/house-and-garage-garage-behind-pole.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111470058072725994</id><published>2005-04-28T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:03:00.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin' a house</title><summary type='text'>greetings those who read this blog.We are buying a 110 year old house in Solvay, NY (the village right next to the city).  Holy Crap, we're gonna be homeowners.  Pictures will be coming.Tim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111470058072725994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111470058072725994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111470058072725994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111470058072725994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/04/gettin-house.html' title='gettin&apos; a house'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111228458492305901</id><published>2005-03-31T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T10:56:24.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tension' Headache</title><summary type='text'>Living in the tensionIt seems much of life is about balance and living in the tension between opposite ideologies.  And yet I think many of us, at least me, long to be on one side.  There was a time when that's what blogging was for me...a place to yell "THIS IS WHAT I THINK..." to make bold statements, often in arrogance, proclaiming a viewpoint as if to convince myself as much as anyone else.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111228458492305901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111228458492305901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111228458492305901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111228458492305901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/03/tension-headache.html' title='&apos;Tension&apos; Headache'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-111004328752960644</id><published>2005-03-05T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:21:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peterson on the Church as an Institution</title><summary type='text'>This is quality - taken from an interview Christianity Today of Eugene Peterson - WELL worth the read, but here's an excerpt:Question:But many Christians would look at this church and say it's dead, merely an institutional expression of the faith.Answer:What other church is there besides institutional? There's nobody who doesn't have problems with the church, because there's sin in the church. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/111004328752960644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=111004328752960644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111004328752960644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/111004328752960644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/03/peterson-on-church-as-institution.html' title='Peterson on the Church as an Institution'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110884190063075954</id><published>2005-02-19T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:38:20.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><summary type='text'>We have been given a second car.  Go God.  This has been on the verge of a need for some time...we were functioning ok, but at the expense of our other car racking up miles like crazy.  This will give me more time with my kids on multiple fronts and better functionality in the workplace.  This is good.My wife and kids are at mimi and papa's which means I slept in - I didn't get out of bed until 8</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110884190063075954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110884190063075954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110884190063075954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110884190063075954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/02/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110804106520127910</id><published>2005-02-10T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T08:11:05.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gloria</title><summary type='text'>Glory be to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.  As it was in the beginning, so it is now and so it shall ever be, world without end.  Alleluia.  Amen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110804106520127910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110804106520127910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110804106520127910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110804106520127910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/02/gloria.html' title='The Gloria'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110683323303029364</id><published>2005-01-27T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:40:33.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The man in the red snow suit</title><summary type='text'>Last night was a powerful time of worship with the guys. We had a time where we offered for the guys to open up a Bible to the Psalms, sing, or simply reflect. Most of the guys opened Bibles and began reading- between verses and songs we offered for guys to stand and read from the Psalms. What a powerful experience. Several guys who live at the Mission stood and read Psalms. A musician picked a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110683323303029364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110683323303029364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110683323303029364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110683323303029364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/01/man-in-red-snow-suit.html' title='The man in the red snow suit'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110477798743076004</id><published>2005-01-03T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:46:27.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outpost for the Kingdom in 05</title><summary type='text'>***O Great God -May my schedule melt away at your call, may my living room ring loudly with prayer and conversation.  Might the two (prayer and conversation) be so prevalent that they blur into one.  May my kids know you more.Where there is busyness prod me toward solitude. Where there is hurting, manifest healing - in me and through me. Thank you for a city that feels like home- I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110477798743076004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110477798743076004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110477798743076004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110477798743076004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2005/01/outpost-for-kingdom-in-05.html' title='An Outpost for the Kingdom in 05'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110199478133768001</id><published>2004-12-02T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T08:39:41.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cool kid</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Leo said the cutest thing to Melissa - something like this"Mommy, I'm Cole's big brother, right?""Yes, honey.""And I'm a very good big brother, right?""Yes, you are a good big brother.""Yeah, I am. (brief pause) And I can talk to animals too.""What?"Leo matter-of-factly replied, "I can talk to animals.  And they talk to me too - with animal sounds and stuff."It's official.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110199478133768001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110199478133768001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110199478133768001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110199478133768001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/12/cool-kid.html' title='The cool kid'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-110061012165684606</id><published>2004-11-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T08:02:01.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><summary type='text'>I read this on Keith Olbermann's MSNBC blog - food for thought:"Oh and by the way: how come the “Kerry’s winning” part of the election night exit polling is presumed to have been wrong, or tampered with, but the “Moral Values” part of the same polling is graded flawless, and marks the dawn of a new American century?"It is something to think about - makes me think "Hmm, I generally just agree </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/110061012165684606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=110061012165684606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110061012165684606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/110061012165684606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109985417712987750</id><published>2004-11-07T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:06:17.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision fulfilled</title><summary type='text'>I had the following vision on April 20th, 2003. It was fulfilled last Friday evening at the Syracuse Vineyard during a celebration dinner - just as I had pictured it. so I share it with you now:"I had a vision today. We were singing the song "Be Glorified" (A Chris Tomlin tune from Passion) at church and i saw a community of people, very large in number, singing that song. It was different than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109985417712987750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109985417712987750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109985417712987750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109985417712987750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/11/vision-fulfilled.html' title='Vision fulfilled'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109803440956683543</id><published>2004-10-17T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:33:29.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was going to blog for real but...</title><summary type='text'>I've had a lot on my mind recently.  My blog may soon be back to it's more philisophical roots.  For now, I just ask that you follow this link in case I can really get a free i-pod.http://www.freeiPods.com/default.aspx?referer=10617765</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109803440956683543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109803440956683543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109803440956683543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109803440956683543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-was-going-to-blog-for-real-but.html' title='I was going to blog for real but...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109538151394193216</id><published>2004-09-16T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:38:33.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here ya go blog machine</title><summary type='text'>I am emotionally tired  today.  It's one of the side affects of the new job.  Well worth it, but still not the most fun.  Today Alan and I had some great discussion on church, the Rescue Mission, and what it means to be the church for the sake of the world.  Also slipped in the practical aspect of trying to do such a thing in the 21st century where work and family are segmented and social classes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109538151394193216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109538151394193216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109538151394193216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109538151394193216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-ya-go-blog-machine.html' title='Here ya go blog machine'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109465410922946761</id><published>2004-09-08T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T10:35:09.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And in Center Field...</title><summary type='text'>Welcome Dan C. Mumford to  the conversation.  Also welcome back the to the word "near."  See right column for details.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109465410922946761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109465410922946761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109465410922946761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109465410922946761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-in-center-field.html' title='And in Center Field...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109388380047709595</id><published>2004-08-30T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T12:36:40.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109388380047709595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109388380047709595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109388380047709595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109388380047709595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109346554455745520</id><published>2004-08-25T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T16:25:44.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling the Creative</title><summary type='text'>Hey - could you help me out here?  I'm trying to think of secular cartoons that present illustrations of living in recovery (from addiction) or basic Christian principles. This could be a specific episode (i.e. the smurfs episode where happy shares his lunch with a leper) or more general (i.e. Garfield illustrates gluttony).  Please post these in the comments section for all to see.   Thank you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109346554455745520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109346554455745520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109346554455745520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109346554455745520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/08/calling-creative.html' title='Calling the Creative'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109309742658497647</id><published>2004-08-21T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T10:10:26.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The everfading blog</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently considering ending this blog.  I guess I'm questioning whether or not I really have anything worthwhile to say in this context any longer.  At one point I believe I did.  That was reflected in the knowledge that a number of people read my blog.  Now let me be clear:  If everyone stopped reading this blog and I felt I had something worthwhile to say, I would continue to say it.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109309742658497647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109309742658497647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109309742658497647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109309742658497647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/08/everfading-blog.html' title='The everfading blog'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109236032375216299</id><published>2004-08-12T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T21:25:23.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of labels</title><summary type='text'>That's it.  Read the subject.  or better hereMEMORe: all things church.To: whom it may concern.Please note, I am tired of labels.  Simple Churches, Multi-cultural Churches, Willow Churches, Complex Churches, Purpose-driven Churches, House Churches, Boomer Churches, Gen-X Churches, Cell-Churches, We meet at an odd time of day (i.e. 6:19 pm) churches, Candle Lit Churches, Inward Churches, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109236032375216299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109236032375216299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109236032375216299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109236032375216299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/08/tired-of-labels.html' title='Tired of labels'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-109104302213053412</id><published>2004-07-28T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:30:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, Time, Time see what's become of me...</title><summary type='text'>Well, Melissa and the boys took advantage of the summer freedom to go visit her parents for the week.  Leo is enjoying Bible School at Melissa's home church there.  being a bachelor this week has made me realize that I have no concept of time whatsoever/  I very much have a concept of life and daily routine.  Time is entirely different.  At home alone, 5 minutes can be an eternity (no cable tv </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/109104302213053412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=109104302213053412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109104302213053412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/109104302213053412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-time-time-see-whats-become-of-me.html' title='Time, Time, Time see what&apos;s become of me...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108959227552579972</id><published>2004-07-11T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T20:31:15.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts along the way</title><summary type='text'>So here we are...The 9th our baby turned 1.  I look back: 1 year ago Cole was born at a hospital in Olney MD.  I was working at Starbucks in Germantown and we were living in some incredibly awesome borrowed house in rockville, MD.  We'd wrapped up an internship and hidden from a sniper.  We'd been to the national zoo numerous times.  We had finally connected on a deeper level with a few close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108959227552579972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108959227552579972&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108959227552579972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108959227552579972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/07/thoughts-along-way.html' title='Thoughts along the way'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108845046419052284</id><published>2004-06-28T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:21:04.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here and lovin' it</title><summary type='text'>well, we arrived last week and are still in the throws of unpacking (though we have made remarkable headway).  we love our apt. here at 344 and the neighborhood has afforded us the opportunity to enjoy the best deli sandwiches in Central New York (CNY).  Our phone was finally connected today (thus a post on the blog).  I start work tomorrow.  It's been nice not to work, but a lot of work to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108845046419052284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108845046419052284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108845046419052284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108845046419052284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/06/here-and-lovin-it.html' title='here and lovin&apos; it'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108752270736550953</id><published>2004-06-17T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T21:38:27.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><summary type='text'>As we leave Georgia I'm satisfied to say I have no regrets.  I do not regret coming here.  I do not regret conflicts that arose while we were here.  I do not regret the expense, emotional or otherwise that sometimes seemed too much.  And as much as I've taken part in conversations about God not having a specific plan in terms of jobs or locale, I believe God had a lesson to teach us...maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108752270736550953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108752270736550953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108752270736550953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108752270736550953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108678340701276137</id><published>2004-06-09T08:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T08:16:47.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts along the way</title><summary type='text'>Will and I were messaging this week and he brought out a thought in me that I'll explore here.  It's funny because it wasn't really what he was getting at, but thanks anyway will, for in some way prompting it.many of us have talked about re-imagining paradigms for what it means to be the church.  I don't fundamentally disagree with that at all.  I think it's a healthy and organic process.  That</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108678340701276137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108678340701276137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108678340701276137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108678340701276137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/06/some-thoughts-along-way.html' title='some thoughts along the way'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108588883736816576</id><published>2004-05-29T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T23:47:17.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she got the gig</title><summary type='text'>Apologies for this blog becoming a family news board.  Honestly, with so much news it's been dominating my thoughts...we'll get deeper inside my head in a month or so.Melissa was offered and accepted a position teaching 2nd grade at Abundant Life Academy in Syracuse.  I can't say just how proud I am of my wife.This is God.  See God go.  Go God go.After applying and interviewing at several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108588883736816576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108588883736816576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108588883736816576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108588883736816576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/she-got-gig.html' title='she got the gig'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108551185001428931</id><published>2004-05-25T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:04:10.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the gig</title><summary type='text'>This will be brief - more to come later.I have been offered and accepted the position of Outreach Coordinator at the Rescue Mission in Syracuse, NY.  tentative move date 6/21/04.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108551185001428931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108551185001428931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108551185001428931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108551185001428931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/got-gig.html' title='Got the gig'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108502253588272479</id><published>2004-05-19T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:08:55.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back from NY</title><summary type='text'>I went to Syracuse for 2 intense days of interviewing and hanging out with the Spiritual Life Team at the Rescue Mission.  It was a really great experience and I am (just to be honest) really hoping it works out.  Now I have the difficult task of praying not my will, but Yours Lord.  While we were there we met up for a late night snack with John Elmer from the Vineyard - John was such an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108502253588272479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108502253588272479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108502253588272479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108502253588272479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/back-from-ny.html' title='back from NY'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108482069341301606</id><published>2004-05-17T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:04:53.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>switched to blogger comments</title><summary type='text'>I switched my comments to blogger comments.  So there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108482069341301606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108482069341301606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108482069341301606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108482069341301606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/switched-to-blogger-comments.html' title='switched to blogger comments'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108455596701059176</id><published>2004-05-14T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T16:57:40.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><summary type='text'>Next week I fly up to Central NY for an interview.  I've been spending a good bit of time thinking about, praying about and preparing for it.  Actually, I can't get it out of my head- that's why I'm blogging about it!In other news:Leo was sitting on the couch playing with my hair.  He gasped and said, "Daddy!! What happened to your hair.  It's all gone right there!  Did it bloweded away?"I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108455596701059176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108455596701059176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108455596701059176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108455596701059176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108419202460819705</id><published>2004-05-10T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:06:26.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Blog Of Greg Hubbard (see link on right)</title><summary type='text'>here it is, my blog 'pic of the month'  Thanks to greg H. for not even knowing I copied and pasted this into my blog.Two Theories to Try On YouToday I had a phone call from a lady from So. Cal. with questions about how we do what we do as Apex. I have the privilege/challenge of such phone calls at least once or twice each month. I found myself throwing out two ideas that I have come to believe</summary><link rel='related' href='http://greghubbard.blogspot.com' title='From the Blog Of Greg Hubbard (see link on right)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108419202460819705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108419202460819705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108419202460819705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108419202460819705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/from-blog-of-greg-hubbard-see-link-on.html' title='From the Blog Of Greg Hubbard (see link on right)'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108344618709570577</id><published>2004-05-01T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T17:20:40.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes for the week</title><summary type='text'>-Melissa's Grandmother passed away early Saturday morning.  She will be flying up tomorrow (Sunday) with the boys.  My heart aches for my wife and her family.-Anyone interested in a used Tascam 4 track recorder or Shure sm-58 e-mail me before they go on ebay.-Melissa got accepted into a graduate program.  It's an accredited program that is entirely online through AIU. -I have an interview in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108344618709570577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108344618709570577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108344618709570577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108344618709570577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/05/notes-for-week.html' title='Notes for the week'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108249435916237950</id><published>2004-04-20T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T19:56:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .and then a pig ate it</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to use a nerdy analogy that will absolutely date me.  Anyone remember Super Mario Bros. 2 for Nintendo?  In this game Luigi is the lousiest character (each character's abilities vary).  His goofiest trait is his jump.  He jumps really high and his feet keep running while he is in the air...and he takes a little while to com down.   anyway.  i've felt like we are luigi just before he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108249435916237950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108249435916237950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108249435916237950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108249435916237950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/04/and-then-pig-ate-it.html' title='. . .and then a pig ate it'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108197942690139035</id><published>2004-04-14T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:54:52.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Child</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting at the table.  Across from me, a two and a three year-old were munching happily on green beans, dipping them in ketchup that was intended for something else.  I turned and looked at my 9 month old son, Cole, as he was shoveling pasta pick-ups into his mouth faster than the older kids.  Slowly he raised his head and his eyes locked with mine.  A grin spread across his face from ear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108197942690139035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108197942690139035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108197942690139035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108197942690139035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/04/like-child.html' title='Like a Child'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108172542111259579</id><published>2004-04-11T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:38:57.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><summary type='text'>We had a great time friday night eating, playing games, and talking with Cliff and Cheryl.  They left around 1 am.  It makes it hard to get up for work the next morning, but it was VERY worth it.  I hope and pray for many more nights such as that wherever it is that we call home.   I am falling asleep while typing - I need caffeine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108172542111259579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108172542111259579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108172542111259579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108172542111259579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/04/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108138452084473677</id><published>2004-04-07T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:39:02.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I like</title><summary type='text'>The following is a list of things that I, tim, like.1.  Diet Vanilla Pepsi and Milk.  Together.  Deal with it.2.  Hassle-free cars - with CD players.  3.  Sidewalks.4.  Meat.5.  Parenthetical statements (they do allow you to say much more).  6.  Toothbrushing.7.  Interacting with people.  I love a crowded house.8.  Eating with friends.9.  Getting drooled on.  It's like becoming blood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108138452084473677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108138452084473677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108138452084473677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108138452084473677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/04/things-i-like.html' title='Things I like'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108091777498173503</id><published>2004-04-02T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:59:49.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge</title><summary type='text'>the following is the bridge from the song in my last post:You give and take awayYou give and take awayMy heart will choose to say, Lord, blessed be Your name.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108091777498173503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108091777498173503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108091777498173503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108091777498173503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/04/bridge.html' title='bridge'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108077086909946542</id><published>2004-03-31T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:29:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>modern day liturgy, getting me through the week</title><summary type='text'>Blessed be Your name in the land that is plentifulwhere Your streams of abundance flow, blessed be Your name.Blessed be Your when I'm found in the desert place, Though I walk through the wilderness, blessed be Your name.Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise.When the darkness closes in, Lord, still I will praise.Blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be Your name.Blessed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108077086909946542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108077086909946542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108077086909946542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108077086909946542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/03/modern-day-liturgy-getting-me-through.html' title='modern day liturgy, getting me through the week'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108059015336939415</id><published>2004-03-29T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:03:50.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog pic o' the day</title><summary type='text'>great question's...and it might make you smile.it's  HERE!thanks phil.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108059015336939415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108059015336939415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108059015336939415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108059015336939415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-blog-pic-o-day.html' title='my blog pic o&apos; the day'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108030913119285761</id><published>2004-03-26T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T08:55:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my comments are being stupid.  Any idea why?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108030913119285761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108030913119285761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108030913119285761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108030913119285761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-comments-are-being-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-108016151830076881</id><published>2004-03-24T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T08:55:05.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How we doin? and other cheesy lines </title><summary type='text'>I find myself day in and day out picking some cheesy joke and running into the ground with customers all day long.  And they all laugh, smile, or something to that effect.  Some of them mean it and others are simply being courteous.  Every wednesday I say something like "well, we're half-way there aren't we?!" monday: Ready for a good week? Hope this gets you off to a good start!"  Random rainy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/108016151830076881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=108016151830076881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108016151830076881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/108016151830076881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/03/how-we-doin-and-other-cheesy-lines.html' title='How we doin? and other cheesy lines '/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107919422308282012</id><published>2004-03-13T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:13:31.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>okay...if you say so.</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comWhat a way to break a 10 day unintentional blog fast.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107919422308282012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107919422308282012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107919422308282012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107919422308282012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/03/okayif-you-say-so.html' title='okay...if you say so.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107834254011550160</id><published>2004-03-03T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T14:38:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week</title><summary type='text'>oh my crap.  what a week it's been!  I finally caught the starbucks bubonic plague (it's been going around up at John's Creek).  Getting up at 4 am while having a horrible sinus headache is no fun.  it's been kind of a sore throat, sinus headache deal.  Glad to say I'm coming out of it.We had a rockin' party for Leo's birthday this past saturday.  It was a really good time.  Leo had a blast.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107834254011550160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107834254011550160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107834254011550160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107834254011550160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-week.html' title='what a week'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107767043339995060</id><published>2004-02-24T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:56:37.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><summary type='text'>That's what I'm thinking about lately...oftentimes I've been soaking in a sea of doubt.  Fear.  Worry.  Stress.  Frustration.  Ultimately, I know i'm in God's hands.  Do I trust Him?A lot of encouragement has come lately from our community to us.  God is moving.  Our TV quit.  It's been a good thing for our family, honestly.  I think we're gonna take a hiatus from tv in the living room (we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107767043339995060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107767043339995060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107767043339995060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107767043339995060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107655668546970520</id><published>2004-02-11T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:33:53.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><summary type='text'>I find in these crazy times (no promotion, no money, too many places to be, things to do) that my boys bring great clarity and hope to my life.  Each night after reading a story and praying with Leo, I sit with him for just a minute or two.  Tonight after a few minutes Leo spoke up (still VERY awake): "I want to finish the prayer!" He said."Okay...Dear God..."" Thank you for Mommy, and Cole," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107655668546970520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107655668546970520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107655668546970520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107655668546970520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107584237064186962</id><published>2004-02-03T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:27:32.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid title</title><summary type='text'>lately I've just been tired...Working a lot of early mornings is big part of it (getting out of bed at 4am is just weird...It's the middle of the night!?!).  Lately I find myself getting caffeinated more and more.  it's working, but it's just a band-aid.  Ultimately, I need to lose some weight, eat better, and sleep a little more.  Heck, if I just picked two of those I'd probably be doing good.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107584237064186962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107584237064186962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107584237064186962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107584237064186962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/02/stupid-title.html' title='Stupid title'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107473453147566356</id><published>2004-01-21T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:24:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...so I only read the back cover</title><summary type='text'>I was going to post something from my head...but instead I'll leave you with this:"Why are we always in a hurry?Rush. Rush. Rush.We scurry from here to there.We play computer games and then - quick! click! - we watch TV.  We eat fast food.Everyone tells us to make it snappy! Hurry up!  Time is flying!  Step on it!There's so little time just to be with friends,to watch the sunset or gaze</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107473453147566356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107473453147566356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107473453147566356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107473453147566356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/01/okayso-i-only-read-back-cover.html' title='Okay...so I only read the back cover'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107402683007384988</id><published>2004-01-13T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:48:58.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggity blog</title><summary type='text'>hello world.  Let's see....Friday night was great - felt like hanging with family - very organic, yet purposeful.  liked it a lot.   Had a good saturday off with the family.  Work is a zoo, but it's good too.Good times were had hanging with the Q clan Sunday night at our apartment...good honest discussion while 4 very mobile youngsters ransacked the place (the fifth youngster, Cole, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107402683007384988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107402683007384988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107402683007384988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107402683007384988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/01/bloggity-blog.html' title='bloggity blog'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107343794377190510</id><published>2004-01-06T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:14:04.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick?!</title><summary type='text'>yeah...you read it correctly.  Can't really explain it.  Especially because i couldn't tell you which home I miss...I certainly don't yearn for central IL...okay...maybe just the sight of snow, or black dirt, or flat roads that essentially run straight North/south or east/west.  I don't really MISS that though.  I certainly don't miss college.  But maybe I miss my sarcastic friends...or my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107343794377190510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107343794377190510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107343794377190510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107343794377190510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2004/01/homesick.html' title='Homesick?!'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107248840077095400</id><published>2003-12-26T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:28:06.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Life</title><summary type='text'>Ahh, the holidays.  I was fortunate to be off Christmas eve and Christmas Day(the latter being the one day a year that Starbucks is closed).  It was really great.  We did tons of fun things with the kids and taught them about giving and how that's a big part of Christmas.  We had a birthday party for Jesus Christmas evening with a cake and balloons and homemade party hats.  We had some pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107248840077095400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107248840077095400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107248840077095400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107248840077095400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-and-life.html' title='Christmas and Life'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107180229702274483</id><published>2003-12-18T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:52:52.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week</title><summary type='text'>The past week has been good,  bad, busy, and lonely.  5 things I liked:1. eating at Krystal- because Melissa wasn't here to object.  2. making my bosses happy.3. eating a sandwiches over the sink.4. sleeping in.5. sleeping in.5 things I didn't like1. Sleeping alone.2. Sleeping in- instead of waking up to kids...it's nice for a day, but gosh I missed my kids.3. Eating at Krystal.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107180229702274483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107180229702274483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107180229702274483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107180229702274483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/12/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107169372625690304</id><published>2003-12-17T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T15:43:19.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very alive</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had one of those days where you felt very alive?  Not quite sure how to explain it.  Maybe it's because my family is flying back to ATL today, or  maybe it's the lovely afternoon here...or maybe it's the Christmas shopping I just did.  Whatever the reason, I feel quite alive.  It's odd because as alive as I feel I've also had a lot of old friends on my mind lately...probably just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107169372625690304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107169372625690304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107169372625690304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107169372625690304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/12/very-alive.html' title='Very alive'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107150225256218581</id><published>2003-12-15T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:32:03.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This....is still a latte</title><summary type='text'>Well, opening weekend was a smash and for the most part I impressed the right people.  I'm shooting for February entry into mgt. training and am supported by my bosses in that.  Had an interesting conversation with a District Manager from east and south of here...got me dreaming about possibilities...so humor me...in 5 years:I'm managing the local coffee shop, all be it starbucks, and I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107150225256218581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107150225256218581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107150225256218581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107150225256218581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/12/thisis-still-latte.html' title='This....is still a latte'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107093603142444710</id><published>2003-12-08T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:14:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stress and good freakin' news</title><summary type='text'>After a week of training i'm a bit tired of explaining "This...is a latte,"  but I'm seeing the reward of people getting it.  Our new store opens saturday and this week will be nuts.  Thanks to some very gracious gifts, Melissa is flying up with the boys to see her parents and grandparents (all of whom are currently sick...some VERY sick).  I got the most direct word today from my new store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107093603142444710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107093603142444710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107093603142444710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107093603142444710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/12/stress-and-good-freakin-news.html' title='stress and good freakin&apos; news'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-107015913005224421</id><published>2003-11-29T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T21:35:34.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times, busy times</title><summary type='text'>Man, the last week and a half have just been wild.  Good, but busy.  Last Friday my good friend phil came into town with his friend hans.  Phil stuck around until wednesday.  It's always a pleasure to have guests and always great to visit with old friends.  Usual times hanging out with phil have been on our way to or from somewhere and it was great to just hang out and talk about old times, new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/107015913005224421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=107015913005224421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107015913005224421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/107015913005224421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/11/good-times-busy-times.html' title='Good times, busy times'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-106877656043540458</id><published>2003-11-13T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:23:08.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><summary type='text'>I wish after such a long absence I had something profound to say - I don't.  Life has just been chugging along and we've been quite busy trying to figure out the details.  I know some would say "just live" but everyong knows there are times of transition and planning and, well, this is one of them.  I meet tomorrow for the second time with our district manager.  My guess is I will find out that A</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/106877656043540458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=106877656043540458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106877656043540458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106877656043540458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-106792435484404855</id><published>2003-11-04T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T00:39:29.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><summary type='text'>it's funny how God works...lately two of the most common feelings on my heart are loneliness and quiet despair.  I can calmly explain both of them, but it doesn't change that they are there.  And in the midst of all of this for a few weeks God has been teaching me about contentment.  It's been this conversation with God "My job doesn't pay me enough to cover the bills" "BE CONTENT" "there isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/106792435484404855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=106792435484404855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106792435484404855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106792435484404855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/11/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-106774533804751274</id><published>2003-11-01T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:55:50.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick pick</title><summary type='text'>i feel some blogging coming on in the next few days...for now, check out Greg's thoughts on Paul...it's my blog pic-o-the-day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/106774533804751274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=106774533804751274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106774533804751274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106774533804751274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/11/quick-pick.html' title='quick pick'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119381.post-106696066061237762</id><published>2003-10-23T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:57:39.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brief maybe</title><summary type='text'>i stand a bit corrected (thanks greg).  just wanting something isn't bad...but it can be.  Last night for some reason I was bitten by the consumerism bug and I WANTED a mac.  Like i sat here and thought "what can I sell or do to get a mac.  I must have this THING."  I think that's bad...but over all I would really like to have one - I would find it useful and fun, blah blah blah...and there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/feeds/106696066061237762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119381&amp;postID=106696066061237762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106696066061237762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119381/posts/default/106696066061237762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timwheeler.blogspot.com/2003/10/brief-maybe.html' title='brief maybe'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07207107464693950730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
