<?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-32587441</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:15:36.141-07:00</updated><category term='Disorder'/><category term='Help'/><category term='Opening'/><category term='Closing'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='SOS'/><category term='Recovery'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='Trees'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='prodigal son'/><category term='Ignorance'/><category term='Unraveling'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Doors'/><category term='Yarn'/><category term='white flag'/><category term='Candy'/><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment -- Online</title><subtitle type='html'>A Virtual Oasis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-4203907527561602093</id><published>2007-12-22T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:16:17.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.13 -&gt; A Christmas Thought</title><summary type='text'>  22 December 2007    As I think back about Christmas, three memories come to my mind.  One involves the gift of a bike that my father 'won' at a convenience store (he 'won' it by entering in a drawing, but didn't get his name selected.  He found the winner and bought the bike from him).  Another memory involves the lavish get-togethers my grandparents put on annually, filled with family, friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/4203907527561602093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/4203907527561602093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/12/pure-refreshment-213-christmas-thought.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.13 -&gt; A Christmas Thought'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-5832942738502293529</id><published>2007-12-07T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:47:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.12 -&gt; The Perfect Storm</title><summary type='text'>It wasn’t exactly the best night in the world to take a boat ride. Yet it was the best night.But before we get there, let’s go to earlier proceedings from the day.  Jesus was teaching the people who gathered as he stood on the shore of the Sea of Galilee.  At some point, the crowds got so large that he jumped into a boat and sat down to teach.  On this day (as was standard practice), the method </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/5832942738502293529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/5832942738502293529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/12/pure-refreshment-212-perfect-storm.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.12 -&gt; The Perfect Storm'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-1213320700240346026</id><published>2007-10-15T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:48:39.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.11 -&gt; Human Arrows</title><summary type='text'>   * Photo is the public domain - http://commons.wikipedia.org    In our society today, it takes all kinds of people to make a company successful.  For every CEO, one can find vice presidents, secretaries, messengers, and a slew of workers, right down to the custodians and security guards that help keep a building clean and secure.  To this end, some jobs are more desired than others.    A few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/1213320700240346026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/1213320700240346026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/10/pure-refreshment-211-human-arrows.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.11 -&gt; Human Arrows'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3j52gerNK8Q/RxQJoZ_j2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s5mDvaegT0c/s72-c/HumanDirectional-720192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-5012279781353764626</id><published>2007-09-14T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:46:20.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.10 -&gt; The Well</title><summary type='text'>14 September 2007There was originally another topic planned for this edition of Pure Refreshment.  It has sat on my desk at home, unfinished, for the last two weeks.  You will get to read that edition in due time, but something more important has come up instead that needs to be shared.   A number of months back, I noticed that what was originally planned as a biweekly reflection had became less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/5012279781353764626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/5012279781353764626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/09/pure-refreshment-210-well.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.10 -&gt; The Well'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-5395635416896686662</id><published>2007-08-03T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:06:51.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.09 -&gt; No More Black Eyes</title><summary type='text'>This edition of Pure Refreshment will be a little different than normal. I say this because there's something that I've been thinking about for a while that seriously needs to be brought to light—and now.It involves black eyes.When one takes a good look at the history of the church since Jesus returned to heaven in Acts 1, there are a few items worth noting. People have come to know Jesus as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/5395635416896686662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/5395635416896686662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/08/pure-refreshment-209-no-more-black-eyes.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.09 -&gt; No More Black Eyes'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-6693163297999810241</id><published>2007-07-03T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:27:15.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.08 -&gt; Mistaken Identity</title><summary type='text'>I've been fascinated with the seemingly endless number of reality-based game shows on television during the last eight or nine years.  The possibility of getting on national television and winning vast sums of money has lured hundreds of thousands of people to stand in lines or call phone numbers, hoping to be selected for a moment of glory.  What I've noticed is that the simpler the game show </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/6693163297999810241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/6693163297999810241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/07/pure-refreshment-208-mistaken-identity.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.08 -&gt; Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-6642738294984305014</id><published>2007-06-01T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:20:17.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.07 -&gt; Unknown Conversations</title><summary type='text'>One doesn't have to look too far to notice that change is a constant, if not necessary, part of life in the 21st century.   To think that the 8-track player my parents owned while I was growing up has been rendered obsolete by the ability to download songs from a personal computer.  To think that the encyclopedia sets found in school gather dust while history is recorded (often in real time) on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/6642738294984305014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/6642738294984305014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/06/pure-refreshment-207-unknown.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.07 -&gt; Unknown Conversations'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-8324395016937573676</id><published>2007-05-10T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:12:14.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prodigal son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOS'/><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.06 -&gt; Waving the White Flag</title><summary type='text'>  Before I begin, I want to let you know the reason for the recent delay in Pure Refreshment.  Our family has been busy packing up our belongings and moving to a new residence.  Now that things have returned to normal, subsequent editions will return to a biweekly schedule.  In addition, I will be offering a more media-centric approach to the topics shared (you'll see some of this below).  Thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/8324395016937573676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/8324395016937573676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/05/pure-refreshment-206-waving-white-flag.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.06 -&gt; Waving the White Flag'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-8013123254889194095</id><published>2007-04-06T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:33:34.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.05 -&gt; Two Letters</title><summary type='text'>The celebration of Easter is unique for a number of reasons.  All involve the letters "re":     --A reply from God regarding his love for those he created and the relationship he desires for each of us to have with him.       --The process of redemption that was so costly for Jesus:   a deep betrayal,   a rushed trial,  a mocking audience,   a released prisoner,   a indescribable beating,   a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/8013123254889194095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/8013123254889194095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/04/pure-refreshment-205-two-letters.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.05 -&gt; Two Letters'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-6908319979450636161</id><published>2007-03-18T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:31:18.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.04 -&gt; Peter and the Fish</title><summary type='text'>18 March 2007    Why do I like to read the Bible?  What's in it that I can use?  Is it some book that's full of nothing but ancient history (not that that's bad)?  How can it be 'living and active' while being older than anyone I know?       Two reasons come to mind.  One is that, quite simply, it contains the words of true life inside.  The other involves my imagination.       Before you go "Huh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/6908319979450636161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/6908319979450636161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/03/pure-refreshment-204-peter-and-fish.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.04 -&gt; Peter and the Fish'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-4995799778896178909</id><published>2007-02-23T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:59:13.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.03 -&gt; The Seasons of Life</title><summary type='text'>23 February 2007     From my desk perched on the second floor of our residence, I can look out at the single tree in our front yard.  At this moment, it stands elegantly despite having surrendered its leaves a few months ago.  Soon it will be dressed in the colors of springtime, as large green leaves sprout from its numerous branches and will remain that way through the dry, hot summer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/4995799778896178909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/4995799778896178909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/02/pure-refreshment-203-seasons-of-life.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.03 -&gt; The Seasons of Life'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-7852589449461454395</id><published>2007-02-01T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:19:46.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unraveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yarn'/><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.02 -&gt; Having A Ball</title><summary type='text'>Recently my wife and I were cleaning the upstairs portion of our home.  I sat in a chair organizing books and clearing off our desk while she worked in the walk-in closet.  After a while, I took a break and went over to see if she needed any help.  She was going through a box of various items when she pulled out a ball of yarn approximately the size of a grapefruit.         "What is this for?" I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/7852589449461454395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/7852589449461454395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/02/pure-refreshment-202-having-ball.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.02 -&gt; Having A Ball'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-116896048101347388</id><published>2007-01-16T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:56:44.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doors'/><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 2.01 -&gt; The Two Doors</title><summary type='text'>As we begin the second season of Pure Refreshment, I'd like to ask you a rather odd question:       How many doors do you open and pass through on any given day?       During a typical work week, I perform this task more often than I realize.  There are the doors inside the house.  There are the car doors that I open to get in and out.  There are the doors to the office complex and the doors to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116896048101347388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116896048101347388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2007/01/pure-refreshment-201-two-doors.html' title='Pure Refreshment 2.01 -&gt; The Two Doors'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-116690183697630604</id><published>2006-12-23T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:25:08.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.24 -&gt; Christmas Anew</title><summary type='text'>As the days count down to Christmas, life seems to speed up instead of slow down. There are final preparations to make for the arrival of loved ones. There are last-minute gifts to acquire while navigating through crowded stores and boutiques. There are stockings to fill, presents to wrap, and traditions to follow through on.But despite the breakneck pace of the holiday, it’s also a good idea to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116690183697630604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116690183697630604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/12/pure-refreshment-124-christmas-anew.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.24 -&gt; Christmas Anew'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-116569371902473043</id><published>2006-12-09T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:48:39.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.23 -&gt; Obey the Signals</title><summary type='text'>They have the ability to exert control upon our daily activities.  They speak a language that is understood by billions of people.    They also swing from overhead wires and hang on the tops of poles.      Traffic signals are a necessity in today’s fragmented, get-it-done-yesterday society.  So in order to keep vehicle accidents as low as possible, intersections are equipped with a series of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116569371902473043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116569371902473043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/12/pure-refreshment-123-obey-signals.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.23 -&gt; Obey the Signals'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-116360318836123432</id><published>2006-11-15T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:14:12.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.22 -&gt; A Safety Lesson</title><summary type='text'>15 November 2006     It was a trip I had made a number of times since moving to the Central Valley of California.  Get on the freeway, drive to the local airport, and return home.  The previous journeys weren't incredibly exciting or out of the ordinary.         Saturday morning changed all that.         On the way home, I heard a thump-thump-thump sound from the back of the car.  Not sure what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116360318836123432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116360318836123432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/11/pure-refreshment-122-safety-lesson.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.22 -&gt; A Safety Lesson'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-116169909409685665</id><published>2006-10-24T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T07:16:59.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.21 -&gt; Manufactured Impressions</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, the city of New Orleans reopened one of its most recognizable landmarks to the general public.  Once known as the eighth wonder of the world, the Superdome was used as an evacuation shelter during Hurricane Katrina.  However, the storm's winds and rain combined to rip sections of the roof off the building, eventually forcing the evacuation of everyone inside.       I watched the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116169909409685665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116169909409685665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/10/pure-refreshment-121-manufactured.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.21 -&gt; Manufactured Impressions'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-116016994456035719</id><published>2006-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:31:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.20 -&gt; The Voice</title><summary type='text'>06 October 2006     At my current place of employment, I have the opportunity to interact with a large number of people.  Sometimes I answer their questions.  Sometimes I listen to their issues.  At other times I observe and read what's written on their t-shirts (while working, of course).  After all, what a t-shirt says is a likely  indication of what a person thinks and/or believes.      During</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116016994456035719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/116016994456035719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/10/pure-refreshment-120-voice.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.20 -&gt; The Voice'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115844482919223064</id><published>2006-09-16T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:30:10.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.19 -&gt; Who Hit You?</title><summary type='text'>16 September 2006 This edition's thought comes in a different form than  usual.  Read on and reflect on what  it means to you.  And as God  refreshes you, may you in turn refresh others. Who Hit You? Nothing to see, yet looking to the future;Nothing to say,  yet speaking volumes;Waiting for the next round of a plan's design—To  take a life and make it into the vine.Voices of contempt, of ridicule</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115844482919223064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115844482919223064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/09/pure-refreshment-119-who-hit-you.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.19 -&gt; Who Hit You?'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115696874613055793</id><published>2006-08-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:27:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.18 -&gt; Ahhh . . . Refreshing!</title><summary type='text'>There's a scene in Brad Bird's film The Incredibles (2003) that effectively captures what it means to be truly refreshed.  Under the pretense of 'bowling night,' Mr. Incredible and his pal Frozone decide to save some people from a burning building.  While inside, the two get in a heated exchange about why Frozone cannot put out the fire.  Frozone emphatically explains that he's dehydrated; thus, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115696874613055793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115696874613055793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/08/pure-refreshment-118-ahhh-refreshing.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.18 -&gt; Ahhh . . . Refreshing!'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115575148651000654</id><published>2006-08-08T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:04:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.17 -&gt; A Memorable Gift</title><summary type='text'>I wasn’t sure what was happening.  Nervously, I paced the floor and tried to stay calm despite the combination of excitement, nervousness, and anxiety in the air.  There was music playing on the radio, flowers on a table, and members of my extended family watching television.  The wait was becoming excruciatingly long.    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Suddenly, there was a knock on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575148651000654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575148651000654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/08/pure-refreshment-117-memorable-gift.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.17 -&gt; A Memorable Gift'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115575116105602862</id><published>2006-07-24T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:59:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.16 -&gt; No Further Rules</title><summary type='text'>The first day on the job for a new company is normally an exciting and busy time.  There are new procedures and routines to learn.  There are other employees to get acquainted with.  There are packets of paperwork that have to be filled out.      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; In addition, a new hire typically receives an employee handbook detailing the many rules and regulations </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575116105602862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575116105602862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/07/pure-refreshment-116-no-further-rules.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.16 -&gt; No Further Rules'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115575060414133930</id><published>2006-07-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:50:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.15 -&gt; Ring the Bell</title><summary type='text'>“If we did well, ring the bell!”      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; A sign bearing this comment sits to the left of the exit doors at a local fast-food eatery.  Bolted to the wall nearby is a old-fashioned bell, complete with a rope hanging from the end of the clapper.        &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; As with most everyone, I have a subconscious expectation of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575060414133930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575060414133930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/07/pure-refreshment-115-ring-bell.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.15 -&gt; Ring the Bell'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115575020446532712</id><published>2006-06-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:43:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.14 -&gt; An Unsuccessful Success</title><summary type='text'>One of the most astonishing things about God is that he accomplishes his plans in ways custom-tailored to each individual.  The Bible contains numerous examples of this: Abraham’s journey to Mount Moriah with his son Isaac (Genesis 22) to test his obedience; Gideon’s army being reduced from 32,000 to 300 (Judges 7) to test his level of trust and reveal the power of God; and Paul’s transformation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575020446532712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115575020446532712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/06/pure-refreshment-114-unsuccessful.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.14 -&gt; An Unsuccessful Success'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574945669421905</id><published>2006-06-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:36:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.13 -&gt; The Wish</title><summary type='text'>Imagine that you’re walking along the beach one summer afternoon.  As you approach a group of seagulls, something catches your attention.  There, bobbing in the waves, is a bottle.  Your curiosity gets the best of you as you walk out in the surf to retrieve it.  A closer examination reveals nothing distinctive about the bottle, and you scan the horizon for the nearest trash can to dispose of it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574945669421905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574945669421905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/06/pure-refreshment-113-wish.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.13 -&gt; The Wish'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574896987767671</id><published>2006-06-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:22:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.12 -&gt; Remember the Wonder</title><summary type='text'>As the first beams of sunlight appeared through my window, I knew the moment had arrived.  I went over to where my brother was sleeping and attempted to wake him up.  His immediate grogginess soon turned to uncontrollable excitement.  It was time to see if there were any presents underneath our Christmas tree.    The year was 1987.    After our commotion woke up Mom and Dad, we all gathered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574896987767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574896987767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/06/pure-refreshment-112-remember-wonder.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.12 -&gt; Remember the Wonder'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574847298451288</id><published>2006-05-24T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:14:32.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.11 -&gt; The Plate Spinners</title><summary type='text'>As a child, I remember watching a gentleman on television who had a unique talent: he was able to spin plates on the tops of wooden poles.  What intrigued me was his ability to keep thirty or more plates spinning at the same time.  He would rush all over the stage, spinning the plates that were beginning to wobble, frantically trying to keep the inevitable from occurring.      &lt;!--[if !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574847298451288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574847298451288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/05/pure-refreshment-111-plate-spinners.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.11 -&gt; The Plate Spinners'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574801786982240</id><published>2006-05-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:06:57.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.10 -&gt; The Law of the Flash</title><summary type='text'>When I was growing up, my family went on trips that offered something educational.  One year we visited Philadelphia and the Liberty Bell.  On another occasion, we drove to the Great Smoky Mountains in North Carolina.      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; On every trip, we took pictures.      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Lots of pictures.    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574801786982240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574801786982240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/05/pure-refreshment-110-law-of-flash.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.10 -&gt; The Law of the Flash'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574759209440309</id><published>2006-05-02T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:59:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.09 -&gt; A Word From Bueller</title><summary type='text'>One evening my family went to the grand opening of a store in our hometown to purchase a new appliance.  I was ecstatic.  For the first time, we were going to have something that nobody on our street had.  Mom and Dad looked at the models on display, debated their cost, and finally decided on the question that would affect my life to this day:    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; “VHS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574759209440309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574759209440309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/05/pure-refreshment-109-word-from-bueller.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.09 -&gt; A Word From Bueller'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574686203956469</id><published>2006-04-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:49:36.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.08 -&gt; The Adventure</title><summary type='text'>The first time I stepped inside my elementary school’s library, I was overwhelmed.  Aside from the gaudy creamsicle orange and white paint scheme, the room contained more books that I could possibly read in a lifetime.  But I was willing to try.  During the next few years, I read children’s books, history books, and even a few cookbooks.  However, I had a difficult time reading one type of book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574686203956469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574686203956469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/04/pure-refreshment-108-adventure.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.08 -&gt; The Adventure'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574636471666683</id><published>2006-04-12T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:39:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.07 -&gt; An Easter Edition</title><summary type='text'>For this edition of Pure Refreshment, I felt it was necessary to do something a little different.      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; What follows is an ‘impersonation’ of a central figure in the story of Easter.  I do not claim to know this person’s thoughts exactly, but the Bible contains enough information to make a well-informed attempt.  It is a little longer than a normal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574636471666683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574636471666683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/04/pure-refreshment-107-easter-edition.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.07 -&gt; An Easter Edition'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574584114847433</id><published>2006-04-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:30:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.06 -&gt; Of Emeralds and Men</title><summary type='text'>The brown envelope arrived in our mailbox, along with a few other bills and solicitations.  What made it different was the phrase printed on the front, stating that our family had won a genuine emerald.  Being a kid in elementary school, the thought of a rare gemstone in the Sharrer household was quite fascinating.      After Mom opened the envelope, she was convinced we had won as well.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574584114847433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574584114847433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/04/pure-refreshment-106-of-emeralds-and.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.06 -&gt; Of Emeralds and Men'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115574511622076980</id><published>2006-03-28T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:20:04.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.05 -&gt; All the Best</title><summary type='text'>It was supposed to be a simple trip across the lake.  Instead, the boat’s crew found themselves in the middle of a sudden storm.  The wind blew violently and the waves became larger and larger.  Even the seasoned fishermen of the group were quite concerned.  Waves broke over the sides of their little boat, drenching everyone in the process.  Something, however, was strange about the situation—one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574511622076980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115574511622076980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/03/pure-refreshment-105-all-best.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.05 -&gt; All the Best'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115568279971980070</id><published>2006-03-21T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:59:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.04 -&gt; Even Better Than the Real Thing?</title><summary type='text'>The Southern section of the US is known for more than just miles of sandy beaches, distinct accents, and the movie Gone With the Wind.  It’s also known for its cuisine.  Foods like barbecue, collard greens, and grits normally come to mind (along with ice-cold lemonade served on the front porch).  But when I think of Southern fare, I tend to think of chicken sandwiches.    Chicken sandwiches?    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115568279971980070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115568279971980070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/03/pure-refreshment-104-even-better-than.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.04 -&gt; Even Better Than the Real Thing?'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115568227614696305</id><published>2006-03-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:51:16.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.03 -&gt; The Strength of Weakness</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of the blaring rock music, rows of mirrors, and unmistakable smell of sweat, I tried to get pumped up.  All around the room, guys identically dressed in gold t-shirts and blue shorts were clapping and screaming.  It was time for me to have a date with destiny.    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; I laid down on the bench and grabbed the bar.  You can do this, I kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115568227614696305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115568227614696305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/03/pure-refreshment-103-strength-of.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.03 -&gt; The Strength of Weakness'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115568174009464770</id><published>2006-03-07T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:43:22.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.02 -&gt; Swimming Ducks</title><summary type='text'>One of the greatest joys of being a parent is watching one’s children grow up.    It happens so quickly that if close attention isn’t paid, something significant could be missed.  My nearly four year-old daughter is no exception.  I am amazed when she stands in our living room and improvises her role in a future ballet production.  I am astonished when she shows me that she can write her name.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115568174009464770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115568174009464770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/03/pure-refreshment-102-swimming-ducks.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.02 -&gt; Swimming Ducks'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587441.post-115567894872913837</id><published>2006-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:21:30.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Refreshment 1.01 -&gt; "It's Time To Let Go"</title><summary type='text'>Words can have a powerful influence in the lives of people.  Take the Emancipation Proclamation or the writings of JRR Tolkien for example.  Located within these documents are words that have challenged and inspired people in a multitude of ways.  Their effects are a testimony to their impact.    As much power as words have, pictures have a even more remarkable ability to convey truths that are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115567894872913837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587441/posts/default/115567894872913837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purerefreshment.blogspot.com/2006/02/pure-refreshment-101-its-time-to-let.html' title='Pure Refreshment 1.01 -&gt; &quot;It&apos;s Time To Let Go&quot;'/><author><name>JA Sharrer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3186/3564/320/prlogo120.0.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
