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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Mon, 21 May 2012 00:47:23 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Blog</title><subtitle>Blog</subtitle><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2012-05-10T19:06:12Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>A Concert on the Way to School</title><category term="Family"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/5/10/a-concert-on-the-way-to-school.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/5/10/a-concert-on-the-way-to-school.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2012-05-10T16:47:19Z</published><updated>2012-05-10T16:47:19Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[As a parent, my greatest responsibility is to raise kids that will become Godly adults.  I won't see the fruit of that for many years, but the days when I get worship concerts in the car are definitely encouraging ones.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>No Kid Zone- Courtesy Troy Jones</title><category term="Family"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/4/24/no-kid-zone-courtesy-troy-jones.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/4/24/no-kid-zone-courtesy-troy-jones.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2012-04-24T15:31:00Z</published><updated>2012-04-24T15:31:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I follow several blogs, one of my favorites being that of <a href="http://www.troyhjones.com">Troy Jones of New Life Church</a> in Renton, Washington.&nbsp; In the following post, I love the thoughts that Troy shares regarding our family relationships.&nbsp; Enjoy!</p>
<p><em>I am a big believer that married couples need to create what I call a  &ldquo;No Kid Zone&rdquo;&hellip;meaning there needs to be times every week (if not more  often) when couples &nbsp;get away from the kids, spend some time together,  see a movie, make passionate love and enjoy each other&rsquo;s time together.</em></p>
<p><em>For 22 years Jana and I have what we call a date night. &nbsp;Currently  this is on Friday nights. &nbsp;We love Fridays. This is the day for us&hellip;no  kids, no ministry&hellip;just us. &nbsp;Over the years this has changed to other  evenings and times. &nbsp;For full disclosure&ndash;things come up and there have  been times when we skip a couple of weeks. &nbsp; Not every date night is  full of magic and romance. &nbsp;This is called life. &nbsp;But having a simple  commitment to date night has saved our marriage and kept a healthy  rhythm to our lives and ministry.</em></p>
<p><em>The bottom line&ndash;get creative and carve out times for just the two of  you. &nbsp; It may be a Saturday breakfast, sitting on the couch and talking  once a week or having lunch together during the business day. &nbsp;I don&rsquo;t  know what this is for you&ndash;but get creative&hellip;.do something for your  marriage. Recently I have had some couples tell me this is why they love  Saturday night church&hellip;they can go to church together and then grab a  movie. I love it. Whatever works for you.</em></p>
<p><em>Why do I believe that every couple needs time without kids to nurture their marriage?</em></p>
<p><em><strong># 1. Pack the big suitcases first.</strong></em></p>
<p><em>When you pack a trunk of a car&ndash;what do you do? &nbsp;You put the big  suitcases in first..then all the small ones. &nbsp;If you put the small ones  in first&ndash;the big ones never will fit. &nbsp;Determine what the big suitcases  are in your life. &nbsp;For me&ndash;my relationship with Christ and marriage are  the biggest suitcases I have. Even before my relationship with my two  girls. Jana is first!! &nbsp;I can&rsquo;t wait until I have &ldquo;time&rdquo; to pack this  suitcase. I have to make sure Jana is the centerpiece of my life not an  afterthought.</em></p>
<p><em>To say you don&rsquo;t have time for your spouse is accepting the idea your marriage will die a slow death.</em></p>
<p><em><strong># 2. Your kids will move out one day&mdash;your spouse won&rsquo;t.</strong></em></p>
<p><em>So many parents put their kids over the health of their marriage. Big  mistake. No doubt when the kids are young or even in High School you  have to adjust your time and priorities around their schedule. &nbsp;But  don&rsquo;t get so busy with the kids that you neglect your own marriage.</em></p>
<p><em>One day your kids will leave home. &nbsp;I wouldn&rsquo;t consider Jana and me  &ldquo;empty nesters&rdquo; yet. My&nbsp;oldest daughter is busy working and leading in  worship at New Life. My youngest daughter is in Springfield, Missouri at  James River Leadership College. They both have rooms in the house. I  guess at some level they will always have a room in their home. But here  is the reality, one day my girls will leave the house. &nbsp;One day we  can&rsquo;t hide behind the kids. &nbsp;Jana and I have spent years investing into  our marriage, romance and friendship. We still like each other. We still  enjoy each other&rsquo;s friendship.</em></p>
<p><em><strong># 3. A &ldquo;No Kid Zone&rdquo; sends a loud message to your kids.</strong></em></p>
<p><em>My two girls know that dad and mom like each other. They know we  date. &nbsp;Dating your spouse sends&nbsp;the message to the kids, &ldquo;We love each  other.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p><em>Dads&ndash;the best thing you can do for your kids is to love their mom.</em></p>
<p><em>Moms&ndash;the best things you can do for your kids is to honor their dad.</em></p>
<p><em>We have to take control of our busy lives. Determine the things that  are non-negotiable. &nbsp;Learn to say no to things that don&rsquo;t matter. &nbsp;Your  boss won&rsquo;t be with you when you retire&ndash;your spouse will. Your spouse is  more important than your job, your hobbies, your church commitment, the  lawn that needs to be mowed, your favorite television show&mdash;-say &ldquo;no&rdquo; to  some of these things. They are all the little suitcases&hellip;your spouse is  the big deal in your life.</em></p>
<p><em>I&nbsp;have heard all the excuses, &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t have the money.&rdquo;, &ldquo;Who will  take care of the kids?&rdquo;, &ldquo;A movie and dinner is so boring.&rdquo; etc, etc,  etc.&nbsp; Stop with the excuses. &nbsp;When you were dating&ndash;you would move the  moon for each other. &nbsp;Yes, it may cost some money to create a &ldquo;No Kid  Zone&rdquo;&hellip;but this is a lot cheaper than a divorce attorney and two  mortgages because your marriage didn&rsquo;t work.</em></p>
<p><em>Men, here is my challenge&hellip;right now, text your wife. &nbsp;Ask her on a  date&hellip;tell her that the two of you need to find time together without the  kids. Begin the conversation. Experiment with your schedule. Say &ldquo;no&rdquo;  to other commitments. Say &ldquo;yes&rdquo; to your wife. &nbsp; Do it now!</em></p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Ear Blast!</title><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/3/14/the-ear-blast.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/3/14/the-ear-blast.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2012-03-14T18:00:00Z</published><updated>2012-03-14T18:00:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Have you ever had your ears blasted?&nbsp; The doctor doesn't call it that; he calls it an "ear wash."&nbsp; Well, if that's a "wash", then I don't want to have anything of mine washed ever again!&nbsp; The ear-blast is a minor procedure that takes place in the doctor's office when wax has built up in the far reaches of your ear canal.&nbsp; This can happen over time to just about anyone.&nbsp; Some of us lucky ones have it happen about once a year.&nbsp; The wax is not seen or even felt.&nbsp; It's way in there.&nbsp; What they do to get it out is take a large syringe (about 4 feet long if I remember right) and fill it with warm water.&nbsp; Then they look into your ear with a tool and make some comment like, "Oh man, I've never seen a build-up like that!!!"&nbsp; Way to make a guy feel great, huh?!&nbsp; With their syringe, they prod deep into the ear and blast that water at about 124,000 knots (nautical term for REALLY HARD).&nbsp; What then falls out of your ear is absolutely disgusting.&nbsp; As one of my friends put it, "They pulled 30 years of gunk from my ears."&nbsp; I won't go into the ugly details, but when I got my ears blasted the other day, I literally could not believe the amount of nasty-ness that came out of there!&nbsp; Not only that, I could hear SO MUCH better afterward!</p>
<p>Consider this:</p>
<p>1. I couldn't see it, but the build-up had happened over time without my notice, which created a huge mess.&nbsp; This can also happen in our lives.&nbsp; Neglected areas can get over-looked for years, then hit us hard at any time.&nbsp; If we are not diligent with cleaning and maintaining the habits and attitudes in our heart and mind, we can get a bunch of build up that is hard (and disgusting) to clean out later.&nbsp; This may relate to each person in a different way.&nbsp; It can have to do with our physical fitness, our personal walk with God, our relationship with our mate, or our responsibilities as a parent.&nbsp; We must be responsible and thorough in making sure that we stay on top of things in our lives that can grow into unhealthy gunk.&nbsp; Basically, I see it this way- I'd rather deal with something uncomfortable now, rather than let it become something unmanageable later.</p>
<p>2. After my ears were clean, my hearing was amazing.&nbsp; I hadn't even realized the disadvantage the clog had caused for me, but even as I walked out of the doc's office I felt like I could hear EVERYTHING- wind blowing, fans running, doors opening.&nbsp; The same is true when we maintain the personal areas of our life.&nbsp; We are able then to hear, see, and experience everything that God has for us.&nbsp; He may have beautiful plans for our life, but we never know it because other things are keeping us from doing so.&nbsp; With a properly maintained and cared-for life, God has the freedom to speak clearly and we have the ability to hear Him!</p>
<p>Now that I'm all up-to-date on my "ear-washing", I'm going to make it a habit to explore and scour the recesses of my ears to keep them clear.&nbsp; It is also a great reminder for me to scour the depths of my soul to cleanse things in my life that may be making it hard for me to hear.&nbsp; That would be much better than an ear-blast in my opinion.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Each Year Gets Better</title><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/2/21/each-year-gets-better.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/2/21/each-year-gets-better.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2012-02-21T22:08:36Z</published><updated>2012-02-21T22:08:36Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/storage/rocco.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1329931587502" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">Rocco: A Great Man</span></span>I am sitting down to write this post on my 35th birthday.&nbsp; It has been a wonderfully regular day filled with sweets for my tummy and sweets for my soul in the form of well-wishes from friends and family.&nbsp; I love birthdays.&nbsp; I love them now nearly as much as I loved them growing up.&nbsp; As a child, birthdays were about the presents.&nbsp; I could not wait to pretend that I hadn't peeked in my parents' closet and seen my gift ahead of time.&nbsp; Usually, it was baseball-related and many times these days it is also baseball-related.&nbsp;</p>
<p>For some reason, as we age in our culture, birthdays become somewhat of a taboo.&nbsp; We'll use phrases like "I'm turning 23 again" or "I don't really like to say my age."&nbsp; You know, I actually do like to state my age and I definitely passed 23 a while ago (that was my first year at CTCS!).&nbsp; Rather than having a negative outlook on growing older, I feel that I've got two great reasons to be excited about each year as it passes.</p>
<p>First, each birthday and year represents growth, wisdom and experience that would not have come otherwise.&nbsp; I am certainly glad that I'm not 12 anymore, and I most definitely do not want to be 12 again!&nbsp; To put it bluntly, I was a knucklehead!&nbsp; I was uncomfortable in my own skin and knew next-to-nothing about how life worked.&nbsp; I also don't have any desire to be 7, 17 or 27 again, for a bunch of reasons.&nbsp; I am comfortable and excited about being 35.&nbsp; I am married to a wonderful woman, have two beautiful kids, hold my dream job and more.&nbsp; Why would I ever want to get younger?!?!?&nbsp;</p>
<p>Secondly, as I get older, I get closer to heaven.&nbsp; The question I have to ask myself is, "Do I believe what I say I believe?"&nbsp; I believe that I will go to heaven when I die.&nbsp; My personal relationship with Jesus will someday culminate in my entrance to that incredible place.&nbsp; If I believe that, each year that passes should be a celebration of the fact that I will one day live forever with Jesus in a sweet mansion that he has built for me.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Just last week a friend of mine passed away far too early by human standards.&nbsp; I will miss him, and his family will long for him daily.&nbsp; The one thing I am happy about is that my friend, Rocco, is in the presence of God.&nbsp; On my birthday, he is observing from heaven saying, "Cool John, you're just a little bit closer to getting here...and it is amazing!"&nbsp; I'm also sure that he's sitting down for a bowl of ice cream with my Grandpa:)</p>
<p>I am grateful for every day that God gives me on this earth.&nbsp; I will also be completely stoked when I get to join Him in heaven.&nbsp; As I celebrate today, I am committed to taking advantage of the opportunities the Lord has blessed me with.&nbsp; As long as He allows me to breathe, I want to be a supportive husband, a Godly father and a devoted Christ-follower.&nbsp; I hope I have many more years to do this, so I will happily celebrate each year...hopefully that means carrot cake and baseball-related gifts for years to come!</p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Meeting My Mentor</title><category term="Parenting"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/1/27/meeting-my-mentor.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/1/27/meeting-my-mentor.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2012-01-27T14:02:00Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:02:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><a href="http://bethel.org/PastorsPage.htm"><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/storage/Bret.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327621541570" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">Bret Allen with my Grandpa</span></span>When I met Bret Allen, I was not interested in knowing him.&nbsp; I was 16 years old and just another kid in the church youth group.&nbsp; At least that's what I thought.&nbsp; Since my jr. high years, I had been a part of the group and had deeply admired my youth pastor.&nbsp; He was fun, friendly, engaging and quite honestly a genius.&nbsp; So when he moved in the summer of my sophomore year, I didn't have any desire to meet his replacement, let alone be a part of his new leadership.&nbsp; I felt like "my" youth pastor had just left and I would now just ignore the new guy and float through the rest of high school in the back row of the youth service.&nbsp; That is if I even decided to attend.</p>
<p>Enter my parents.&nbsp; Going to church was not an option in my home.&nbsp; It was akin to eating every day, sleeping every night and showering every morning...although I can't say that I always did that in high school.&nbsp; We went to church as a family and that was not a choice that I made- it was made for me.&nbsp; When I told my parents that I was no longer interested in youth group with the new leader, they said something along the lines of, "Tough noogies- you're going."&nbsp; Ok, I guess that answered that question.&nbsp; Well if I had to go, at least I could have a bad attitude.&nbsp; That's how we think when we're young and dumb, I guess.</p>
<p>The first Sunday Bret was there, I was walking through the hallway and I saw him coming.&nbsp; I had never had any interaction with him and he didn't now know me either.&nbsp; In my head, I thought, "Agh, I wish he was the other guy."&nbsp; I didn't say that out loud, because Bret was a former world-class power lifter and he could've squashed me with his thumb.&nbsp; As I walked toward him, he walked directly up to me with a warm smile on his face and his arm extended for a handshake.&nbsp; "Mr. Jackson," he said.&nbsp; "I am so glad to meet you!"&nbsp; I didn't know what to do except for feel like a fool.&nbsp; I had dismissed this guy already as a jerk and he was in the process of proving that I was really the knucklehead here.&nbsp; After shaking hands, we walked together to the youth building and chatted.&nbsp; All the while, my under-formed 16-year-old brain kept saying, "How did he know my name- I already like this guy."&nbsp; He took the initiative to slice directly through my bad attitude and make me feel like a million bucks.</p>
<p>Over the next 7 years, Bret Allen changed my life.&nbsp; I eventually joined his staff full-time and was mentored&nbsp; by him in leadership, public speaking and spiritual growth.&nbsp; Bret gave me opportunities that formed who I am today.&nbsp; With him, I traveled on missions to 11 countries and spoke publicly to thousands of children and adults.&nbsp; I worked hard and long learning what it takes to reach the hearts of students.&nbsp; I spent hours with Bret discovering the God-given gifts that had been placed in me from the moment I was created.&nbsp; I learned real-life lessons that help me each day in my family life and career.</p>
<p>I owe so very much to Bret.&nbsp; I also owe a ton to my parents for adopting the following philosophy: <em>expose your children to high-impact events and high-impact people</em>.&nbsp; I now understand that a main reason why my parents had me in church each week was because they knew I would be exposed to people and events that would build me up.&nbsp; As a part of their consistent and Godly parenting, they knew that it was important for me to meet people like Bret and be a part of events that would shape me spiritually, socially and morally.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Sometimes, it seems easier to keep my kids in our little family bubble.&nbsp; I imagine it was a burden for my parents to help me raise money to travel on missions.&nbsp; I'm also certain it was a pain in the rear for them to kick me into gear when I didn't want to go to church.&nbsp; However, they saw the big picture for my life- exposing me to high-impact events and high-impact people.&nbsp; As a result, I learned and grew under my own parents and people like Bret.&nbsp; Now, I am committed to doing the same thing for my children so that they can fulfill the purpose and plan God has in store for their lives!</p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>WHAT Did You Say?!</title><category term="Parenting"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/1/12/what-did-you-say.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/1/12/what-did-you-say.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2012-01-12T18:48:00Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:48:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/storage/toystory.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1326404903191" alt="" /></span></span>Any parent knows that car rides with our dear little ones can be enlightening, frustrating, noisy, hilarious and interesting- all at the same time!&nbsp; I am the proud dad of a four-year-old and a three-year-old, so one of my favorite things is listening to the two of them hold a conversation in the back seat while I'm driving.&nbsp; It's the very best when they forget I'm there and go back and forth with each other about something important...like the new bark on the playground or what they like to eat at El Pollo Loco.</p>
<p>Last week, our family was cruising down the road and Renee &amp; I were listening to Bauer &amp; Reese in the back seat.&nbsp; Reese was pestering Bauer by reaching over "his side."&nbsp; Does this sound familiar to any other parents?&nbsp; After she had done this for a time, we heard Bauer say, "Reese, stop doing that you idiot!"&nbsp; Our mouths dropped to the floor and we looked at each other with a silent "WHAT?!?!?!?"&nbsp; As we've all said..."We don't teach them that at home."&nbsp; I can just imagine a class for our children at home- "Ok kids, this is how we say idiot; and this is how we hit someone; and this is how to pronounce stupid."&nbsp; Anyhow, I digress:)</p>
<p>I pulled the car over and we took Bauer's drumsticks away (that's like death to him).&nbsp; As most of us would do, we gave him a quick lesson on using kind words.&nbsp; He responded with this: "But on Toy Story, they say 'You're just a toy you idiot!'"&nbsp; Well, indeed they do.&nbsp; For several months now, we have been discouraged and frustrated with the "family" movies and shows that are out there.&nbsp; It seems that even the safest movie turns out to be filled with innuendos, words or attitudes that we try to avoid in our home.&nbsp; Truthfully, we've pretty much decided to take a break from taking the kids to movies after being surprised by a couple of G-rated family flicks.</p>
<p>After hearing Bauer's explanation for the new name he gave to his sister, I was reminded immediately of Luke 6:44-45- "You can tell what a tree is like by the fruit it produces...Your words show what is in your heart."&nbsp; He heard that word while watching a family movie right on our couch.&nbsp; He then repeated that word and even used it correctly- garbage in = garbage out.&nbsp; I believe the following so strongly: what our kids watch affects them greatly and we are responsible to guard that gate with diligence and passion.&nbsp; It is far too easy to set our children in front of the TV with a program that is "safe" according to the world's standards.&nbsp; Remember though, the world's standards are not the same as the Bible's standards.&nbsp; If the world says PG-13, I will not just accept that without applying it to Biblical standards.&nbsp; If I'm letting my ten-year-old watch PG-13, my standards are suddenly lower than those of the world.</p>
<p>This is a tough battle to fight as media and marketing surround our children.&nbsp; However, I would encourage each family to be ultra-careful of what our kids are watching and remember that when junk goes in, it is inevitably going to come out!</p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>What Will My Quilt Look Like?</title><category term="Family"/><category term="Holidays"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/12/14/what-will-my-quilt-look-like.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/12/14/what-will-my-quilt-look-like.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2011-12-14T19:14:00Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T19:14:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/storage/blanket.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1323903681937" alt="" /></span></span>With Christmas approaching, I'd like to share on of my favorite writings with you.&nbsp; I originally wrote it in December, 2008:</p>
<p><span style="color: black;">There was an empty seat at our Christmas dinner table this year.&nbsp; Grandpa passed away on August 17, 2008, leaving a huge vacuum in our tight-knit family.&nbsp; Grandpa was not just any "grandpa" to me.&nbsp; He was the Best Man in my wedding, my roommate for 14 years as I grew up, and my mentor &amp; friend who taught me that there has never been a better golfer than Tiger Woods.<br /> <br /> Eight&nbsp;of us sat around the Christmas tree, remembering that last year it was&nbsp;nine of us.&nbsp; Mom and Dad had special gifts for us&nbsp;three pairs of "kids-and-spouses" to open at the same time.&nbsp; We all seized the gifts and opened them promptly.&nbsp; Then we froze as each of us, along with our loved ones began to cry.&nbsp; Inside the beautiful wrapping was a quilt with a note that said in part, "This quilt, made of Grandpa's shirts, pajamas, bathrobe and jeans, was made with our love and tears for all of you to treasure and remember.&nbsp; ~Mom &amp; Dad"<br /> <br /> I am looking at the quilt right now.&nbsp; It is like looking at different parts of Grandpa's life.&nbsp; I can remember different experiences and memories with him in each square.&nbsp; The brown and yellow plaid shirt is one that I left at his house one time.&nbsp; He liked it, so he adopted it as his own.&nbsp; The bathrobe reminds me of last Father's Day, laying in Grandpa's room watching Tiger Woods dominate the U.S. Open on one leg and listening to Gramps share 81 years of life with me, my dad and my son.&nbsp; The gray wool shirt is the one he would often wear to church to dress up.&nbsp; Grandpa loved God and everyone knew it.&nbsp; The jeans are tired and worn out.&nbsp; He mowed, painted, nailed and built.&nbsp; Grandpa was a hard worker all of his life.<br /> <br /> Grandpa's quilt represents a life well-lived by a Godly man.&nbsp; Each fabric is woven with years of experience and Godly wisdom that my family and I can model.&nbsp; When I get old, I wonder what my quilt will look like.&nbsp; The decisions I make today is the yarn that knits those squares.&nbsp; If I am to pass on&nbsp;a beautiful legacy and heritage to my children,&nbsp;my choices happen now. &nbsp;I just pray that my quilt is as rich, full and inspiring as Grandpa's.</span><br /><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org"></a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Best Things in Life</title><category term="Holidays"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/12/1/the-best-things-in-life.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/12/1/the-best-things-in-life.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2011-12-01T16:20:00Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:20:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: black;"><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/storage/christmastree.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1322768686802" alt="" /></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black;">For any parents heading into Christmas gift-buying during this horrendous economy, here's a thought: many times, the best gifts we give our kids are not the biggest or most expensive ones.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> The most meaningful gift I have ever received is currently worth $2.99.&nbsp; One year when I was a kid, my family was having a particularly tough Christmas financially.&nbsp; We lived in a&nbsp;2-bedroom apartment with my Dad, Mom, 2 sisters and Grandpa.&nbsp; Needless to say, no one got a Wii or an LED TV that year.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> On Christmas Eve, my sister passed out the gifts around the tree (that was her job and it still is- even though she's 27 now).&nbsp; My gift was an envelope.&nbsp; Taking turns, everyone opened their presents and it finally got to me.&nbsp; I opened my little envelope and found a note.&nbsp; The note was a clue.&nbsp; The clue led me to another clue in a different part of the apartment.&nbsp; That clue took me to another clue.&nbsp; In my PJ's (Dukes of Hazzard- I still wear them every so often), I scurried from clue-to-clue, covering all 700 square-feet of that tiny apartment.<br /> <br /> Finally, I came to the end of my Christmas scavenger hunt.&nbsp; The final clue led me to a tiny cardboard box back where I had started, near the Christmas tree.&nbsp; I picked open the box and found inside a 1986 Donruss Jose Canseco rookie card.&nbsp; During my entire childhood, collecting sports cards was a hobby my Dad and I did together.&nbsp; He knew what I owned, what I needed and what I LIKED!<br /> </span><span style="color: black;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black;">I did not know how much that card cost my parents, I still don't.&nbsp; I didn't care, I still don't.&nbsp; What I loved was the idea that my parents had thought about me and made me feel special.&nbsp; I knew I had gotten the best gift of anyone that Christmas.&nbsp; It was more than a collector's item.&nbsp; It was a symbol of my parent's love for me.&nbsp; I still have that card and I always will.&nbsp; I have received expensive items in my life&nbsp;and those are nice, but it doesn't always take something pricey to leave an impression.&nbsp; Maybe it just takes a three-dollar baseball card.<a href="http://www.ctcs1.org"></a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a><br /></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Do I Model Gratefulness?</title><category term="Holidays"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/11/17/do-i-model-gratefulness.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/11/17/do-i-model-gratefulness.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2011-11-17T18:34:00Z</published><updated>2011-11-17T18:34:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/storage/give-thanks.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1321565181897" alt="" /></span></span>As we head up to the awesome Thanksgiving holiday, I was recently struck by a couple of conversations I had.&nbsp; The two conversations had really nothing to do with each other, but as I put them together with a few of my thoughts regarding Thanksgiving this year, I realized something interesting.</p>
<p>I spoke with two parents about their child.&nbsp; The child had made some  surprisingly poor choices and the parents contemplated how this had  happened.&nbsp; The part of the dialogue that struck me squarely was this:  the parents told me, "Unfortunately, I think we have made a mistake.&nbsp; As  we have parented these last many years, we have given our child every  single thing he wants.&nbsp; If he asks, he gets it."&nbsp; I was sad for them as I  listened, because they regretted the fact that they had not held back  any privilege in order to teach a lesson of gratefulness to their child.</p>
<p>I then thought of my own kids.&nbsp; In my human nature of love for them, I  want to give them every single thing they desire.&nbsp; However, I realize  that doing so is not good for them and their mentality as they mature to  adulthood.&nbsp; They must realize that we have it good here in America.&nbsp; If  I keep dumping toys, video games and other luxuries on them, I fear  they will not understand the sacrifice it takes to get those things, nor  the immense privilege it is to have any of those items within our  grasp.</p>
<p>These thoughts led me to the second conversation I had a while back.&nbsp; An acquaintance was telling me about the incredible vacation they had been on during the summer.&nbsp; This trip was no typical weekend in Tahoe.&nbsp; This was a once-in-a-lifetime, unforgettable, AWESOME trip!&nbsp; When I spoke to this person, I wanted to know the details...where did you stay?&nbsp; What did you see?&nbsp; Who went with you?&nbsp; Did you bring home any souvenirs?&nbsp; Inquiring minds like mine wanted to know everything!&nbsp; Instead, what I got was an explanation of every little thing that was WRONG about the vacation.&nbsp; I heard about how hot it was, how limited the airplane legroom was, and how expensive everything was.&nbsp; Never mind the fact that I would gladly trade places and experience all of these horrible ordeals in a heartbeat!</p>
<p>As I listened to this explanation, I thought to myself, "Aren't we just fortunate to live in a nation where we even have opportunities like that?"&nbsp; Most of the world's inhabitants will never have a single chance to board an aircraft, let alone a luxury airliner bound for the most gorgeous parts of God's awesome creation.&nbsp; I then realized that when we model discontent and ungratefulness, our children will pick up on the same behaviors.&nbsp; This is true for anything.&nbsp; Our children listen to what we <strong><em>do</em></strong> more than what we <strong><em>say</em></strong>!&nbsp; I can <strong><em>tell </em></strong>my children about thankfulness, but until I <strong><em>do</em></strong> it, they have no reason to believe it's important.</p>
<p><strong>James 1:17- "Every good and perfect gift is from above."</strong>&nbsp; I pray sincerely to God that my wife and I will deeply root a belief in our children that everything we have comes from God.&nbsp; He is in charge of our lives and He grants us each breath we ever take.&nbsp; During Thanksgiving this year, I hope that my whole family enjoys turkey, stuffing and cranberries.&nbsp; More than that though, I hope we all enjoy and appreciate the indescribable blessings God has poured upon us.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.ctcs1.org">Calvary Temple Christian School Main Page</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Do We Prepare our Kids for the Road?</title><category term="Parenting"/><category term="calvary temple christian school"/><category term="www.ctcs1.org"/><id>http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/11/4/do-we-prepare-our-kids-for-the-road.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://principals-blog.squarespace.com/blog/2011/11/4/do-we-prepare-our-kids-for-the-road.html"/><author><name>John Jackson</name></author><published>2011-11-04T19:04:21Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:04:21Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA["Many of us prepare the road for our kids; what we should be doing is preparing our kids for the road."]]></summary></entry></feed>
