tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post3741872888478352252..comments2023-12-19T03:57:42.866-05:00Comments on New Breed of Advertisers: A vocational tale of woe and jubilationAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12125792591159561789noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-27805348889994894942011-01-22T18:41:03.930-05:002011-01-22T18:41:03.930-05:00I was torn between Teach For America and going to ...I was torn between Teach For America and going to graduate school to be an English professor. A wise woman called and told me that anyone could teach for TFA but only a few people could get into graduate school and earn the Ph.D. She challenged me to use the gifts God gave me and consider "what I alone could do." I went to grad school. That concept still governs how I make choices in my career. I ask myself: Am I uniquely gifted for this?LivewithFlairhttp://www.livewithflair.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-79241601131130340012011-01-19T17:04:48.680-05:002011-01-19T17:04:48.680-05:00Stumbled and bumbled is a good way to put it, Davi...Stumbled and bumbled is a good way to put it, David. I'll probably look back on today (when I think I'm thinking clearly) and see it as just more of the same stumbling and bumbling. <br /><br />By the grace of God!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12125792591159561789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-36229322825790800532011-01-19T16:43:15.849-05:002011-01-19T16:43:15.849-05:00Sadly, for most of us, we never gave 'vocation...Sadly, for most of us, we never gave 'vocation' a second thought when it came to career choice. We just stumbled, bumbled into life -- and still, God finds a way to bless usDavid Ruperthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04765017700988820676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-74792996948380744352011-01-18T21:30:00.427-05:002011-01-18T21:30:00.427-05:00Something powerful in the telling of our stories, ...Something powerful in the telling of our stories, Karyn. No doubt that's why God had the people remember.<br /><br />Thanks for reading.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12125792591159561789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-88311479842290225782011-01-18T21:19:53.000-05:002011-01-18T21:19:53.000-05:00Oh, I hope the instant party wasn't distastefu...Oh, I hope the instant party wasn't distasteful. I never did click around. Got a bridge photo link from Google and left. Let me know and I'll change it.<br /><br />What will I learn this year? No idea. Every year I connect differently. Have you ever sat through a sermon when a line is spoken that freezes your ability to pay any more attention? When you spend the remainder of the service contemplating that one thought? <br /><br />Something similar happens to me at Jubilee. A theme emerges and I find myself dwelling on it, developing it in me and in community over the course of the weekend. Funny how the Spirit moves like that.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12125792591159561789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-69854107218712752962011-01-18T21:16:36.014-05:002011-01-18T21:16:36.014-05:00Sam, it is so cool to hear that story and to be en...Sam, it is so cool to hear that story and to be encouraged that God's timing with His involvement, at just the right time, is what matters. Thanks for sharing.Karynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09566931712540199116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101059195328496385.post-66881746861503083122011-01-18T21:12:24.669-05:002011-01-18T21:12:24.669-05:00cool photo.
made the mistake of clicking on cur...cool photo. <br /><br />made the mistake of clicking on curious photos...it was an instant party.<br /><br />speaking of party, that is what most of the college kids were doing at SIU carbondale when i was there in the 70's.<br /><br />wow, your 12th year at jubilee. i wonder what you will learn this year? :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com