<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<!-- generator="wordpress/2.2.1" -->
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>THE ART OF LIVING</title>
	<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com</link>
	<description>because life will find a way.....</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 23:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1</generator>
	<language>en</language>
			<item>
		<title>Questions of the Heart</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/20/questions-of-the-heart/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/20/questions-of-the-heart/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 19:26:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/20/questions-of-the-heart/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[We all know people who moved to far away cities in search of a better life—only to discover that the life they found was a lot like the one they left because greatness is an inside job. And no matter where you go, you can’t get away from yourself. If you were a mess in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><img width="192" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/06/j0433068.jpg" alt="j0433068.jpg" height="202" style="width: 192px; height: 202px" id="image40" />We all know people who moved to far away cities in search of a better life—only to discover that the life they found was a lot like the one they left because greatness is an inside job. And no matter where you go, you can’t get away from yourself. If you were a mess in Chicago the odds are you will be mess in New York. Changing your address won’t make your life any better until you change your mind. Real change happens in the heart. And long before you will ever be able to change your life you must be about the business of transforming your thinking one thought at a time. </font></p>
<p><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">In fact, if you really want to change your house—change your heart, because the house is always a reflection of the heart. We reproduce how we feel about ourselves in almost everything we do. Our homes, our relationships, our jobs, our finances, and even our spiritual lives tell the hidden story of what we think about ourselves when nobody is looking. In spite of the public displays that we make there lives within us a secret conversation that we have about ourselves, and the results of this conversation can be devastating if the words are full of fear and insecurity.   </font></font></font></font><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">The great struggle in life is to protect your heart against all the things that come to make you small and people who don’t know how to protect their hearts don’t know how to protect their homes, theirs jobs, their money, or their families; because whenever you lose yourself everything connected to you is lost in the process.</font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Each of us must be about the work of renewing our lives as we learn how to live from the heart and not from our fears. The Greek word for renew is <em>Anakainosis</em>, and it literally means to grow up. By this measure, the process of renewing your life is connected to the things that make you mature, and anything that makes you bigger, no matter how much it hurts, is ultimately good for you because sometimes before you can grow you have to cry. And it is often the case that the price we pay for clarity is misery, but if in the end we become bigger people then consider your tears an investment into your future.</font></font></font><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> The real question is not: what happened to make you small? The real question is, rather, what do you hope for? The heart is ultimately renewed by what it hopes for. This is a call for you to be bigger even if your situation isn’t necessarily getting any better. Today we celebrate imagination and all the people who know how to protect who they are by believing in what they can be. No more makeovers—its time for a metamorphosis.</font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman"></font> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/20/questions-of-the-heart/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>TALK TO ME!</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/12/talk-to-me/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/12/talk-to-me/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 16:56:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/12/talk-to-me/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[

John 4:27 
 And at this point His disciples came, and they marveled that He talked with a woman; yet no one said, &#8220;What do You seek?&#8221; or, &#8220;Why are You talking with her?&#8221;
 Many of us are familiar with this story of the woman at the well, but have you ever considered the fact that Jesus completely [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman" /></font><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman" /></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman"><font face="Times New Roman"></p>
<div><em><img id="image33" alt="j0316970.jpg" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/06/j0316970.thumbnail.jpg" /></em></div>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">John 4:27</font> </p>
<p> <font face="Times New Roman">And at this point His disciples came, and they marveled that He talked with a woman; yet no one said, &#8220;What do You seek?&#8221; or, &#8220;Why are You talking with her?&#8221;</font></p>
<p></font> <font face="Times New Roman">Many of us are familiar with this story of the woman at the well, but have you ever considered the fact that Jesus completely transformed this woman&#8217;s life and didn&#8217;t perform a miracle while doing so. He didn&#8217;t make the blind see, or raise the dead; all he did was talk to her. He offered her no manifestation of his power and yet what he gave her was so powerful her life was changed forever. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">The bible declares that he spoke to her; he stood flat-footed, looked her in the face, and talked to her directly. He spoke to her the way a father might speak to his daughter; or the way a friend might talk to a friend. He spoke to her directly, simply, sometimes confrontationally- because when you love somebody sometimes you&#8217;ve got get in their face! And after one conversation with Jesus, this woman&#8217;s life was completely transformed.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">He didn&#8217;t touch her, he wasn&#8217;t trying to sleep with her, and he wasn&#8217;t trying to get her to do anything for him. He wasn&#8217;t trying to get her to pay his cell phone bill or his rent (!) He just talked to her! He spoke to her with dignity and respect. He spoke into her spirit and her life. <strong>He spoke to her mistakes, and he spoke to her in such a way that after one conversation with him, everything about her was completely different! </strong></font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">And today we mourn for all of the women and all the girls that speak to men hoping that maybe one day the men in their lives will say something that will speak to their souls, but find only shallow conversations and loaded innuendos. Today we mourn for all of the women who do not know what it is to have someone speak to them with the inflections of eternity and talk to them in a language that their spirit can understand. We mourn for all the sisters, who, in a night of spiraling desperation handed their bodies over to men they barely knew hoping all the while that maybe after the deed was done, he would roll over and say something that would speak to the broken places in their souls. We mourn for every woman, who has ever had to deal with something or put up with somebody just to get a conversation; but this is the danger of what happens when men and women engage in the practice of being artificial.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">It is too often the case that when men and women engage in conversation the result is something shallow, superficial, and we play games with each other hoping to get what we want without giving what we long for. Men use intimacy to get sex, and women use sex to get intimacy. And in the middle of the process, because both of us have different agendas, nobody gets what they want. How many people are ready to say today &#8220;I&#8217;m tired of playing the superficial games, with what&#8217;s your name and what&#8217;s your sign, I want something real and lasting. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Most of us have never had a real conversation. In real conversation you give and you get, you give and you teach. And most of us have never had a conversation, like this woman had with Jesus because real conversations involve intimacy and vulnerability. Real conversations mean you&#8217;ve got to take your mask off and let your hair down. Real conversation is not about what you did, it&#8217;s about why you did it. Real conversation is not about what you&#8217;ve got on, but rather what you&#8217;re becoming. And if you ever had a real conversation tears would stream down your face-bells of joy would break out in your soul because your soul would finally have a chance to speak.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">In order to have a real conversation with somebody, the first thing you have to do is acknowledge the person to whom you are speaking. That may not sound very deep but you must realize that most people you talk to are not talking to you. Most of the people you try to have conversations with are really talking to the last person they talked to and not you; and you just happen to be the right person at the right time to remind them of somebody else.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">It is amazing how many people talk to us and don&#8217;t acknowledge the fullness of who we are. Most people have an agenda and view you through the narrow lenses of past conversations and filter what they hear through what they&#8217;ve already heard. That&#8217;s why when people talk about you they speak about you in a relative sense, saying things like &#8220;She&#8217;s pretty, for a dark-skinned girl.&#8221; Or &#8220;She&#8217;s cute, for a big girl&#8221; or &#8220;She&#8217;s not bad, for a light-skinned girl&#8221;. And when they say this it means that they&#8217;re not looking at you on your own terms, they&#8217;re looking at you through the lenses of a comparison they&#8217;re making with something that they&#8217;ve already had. Most people don&#8217;t know how to stand there and deal with you in the fullness of whom you are and that&#8217;s why we miss each other in conversation. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Here you are trying to give all that you are to somebody else and here they are comparing you to what they had trying to fit you in to what they think they want!   </font><font face="Times New Roman"><strong>Talk to me!!</strong></font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman"> <strong>If they can&#8217;t handle who you are now then they don&#8217;t deserve what you&#8217;re about to become.</strong> If someone can&#8217;t stand in your face and speak to all of who you are then let them go because you deserve a conversation and not a game.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Most people can&#8217;t even see you and to them you are a figment of their imagination; something that they created out of the substance of their past. The danger of every relationship, marriage, or dating situation is that one day, when the illusion fades away and reality sets in, the person you created is gone. How will the relation survive when the person you connected with never existed in the first place? </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">This is why I &#8220;hate&#8221; first dates. I can&#8217;t stand first dates because we lie on first dates; and some of us haven&#8217;t stopped yet. We wear our best clothes, our best shoes, we go to eat at restaurants we don&#8217;t normally eat at and order foods we can&#8217;t pronounce. We laugh at jokes that aren&#8217;t really funny, and we don&#8217;t say what&#8217;s really on our minds. My advice to anyone about to go on a first date is this (in spite of the fact that you may not see a second date) <u>be yourself</u>! Wear what you want to wear, eat what you want to eat, and if they can&#8217;t deal with you- you don&#8217;t want them anyway! Don&#8217;t waste another minute of your life trying to feed somebody&#8217;s fantasy, or trying to fit into the box they made for you. We have to get to the place in our lives where we are able to tell people, &#8220;I&#8217;m not going to be what you want me to be- this is ME! And I am who I am because of the grace of the Living God!</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">The Bible says Jesus talked to her. The Greek word for &#8216;talk&#8217; in this text is &#8216;laleo&#8217; and it means to speak ones mind. He spoke his mind to her; he spoke his heart to her. He did not speak in superficial terms. He gave her a deposit of his mind. Can you imagine what it was like for this woman, who had been through hell and ostracized by everyone who knew her, to be sitting at the side of a well and have the Son of God give her some of his mind! He spoke his mind to her.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Not too long ago I was talking to my sister who shared with me that she is in a new relationship with a co-worker and for the most part things seemed to be going well. According to her, they are very compatible, they get along, it&#8217;s a good relationship, but she&#8217;s beginning to realize that he doesn&#8217;t let her in. He won&#8217;t let her into his heart and at a certain point in their conversations she finds that he just shuts down. (Does this sound familiar to anybody?) She said that there&#8217;s this big barrier between them and she wants to go to the next level, but they can&#8217;t seem to make progress. She wants him to let her in and he won&#8217;t let it happen, so she asked me, &#8220;What should I do?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">I asked my sister had she ever considered the possibility that he won&#8217;t let you in because he&#8217;s trying to get out? Has it ever crossed your mind that, maybe you keep trying to get into his world but part of the reason why he came to you was because he saw something in you that made him believe you had what it would take to lead him out? </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Most women, when they can&#8217;t get a man to open up to them call their girlfriends to get advice; but since they have never spent a single day as a man and can&#8217;t keep one, another woman will never be able to tell you how to get a man to speak his mind. Please understand that as long as you keep trying to get in, and he is trying to get out, there will always be conflict in the relationship because you&#8217;re trying to defend something he&#8217;s trying to destroy. He wants out but you want in; and he&#8217;s trying to figure out why you keep trying to get into something he is trying to be delivered from?   </font><font face="Times New Roman">And some of you may be wondering what is he trying to get out of?</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Please understand that it&#8217;s hard to be a man. I know you think that we&#8217;re all dogs and we&#8217;re no good, and yes we&#8217;ve got our issues (I&#8217;m not going to lie) but please understand it&#8217;s hard to be a man. Men don&#8217;t know when to cry, or when not to cry, whether they should hug their boy or swallow what they feel because of what others might say about them. It&#8217;s hard to be a man! Women are socialized to talk but men are not socialized like that. When something is on a man&#8217;s mind he gets quiet; and the quieter he becomes the more it should tell you that something is going on in his life. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">And when a man has something on his mind he looks for a way to escape what he feels because we are only socialized to show anger and lust, but when what we feel is beyond what we have been trained to express we look for a way to avoid it, because the pain of feeling it is only surpassed by the pain of not knowing how to express what we feel. And so we run to our toys. We run to the PS2 or X-box and play games because the game makes sense to us and any victory is better than the feelings of loss and confusion that won&#8217;t leave us alone. And most women who see us go through this conclude that we don&#8217;t love them because we won&#8217;t communicate. They fail to understand that something is wrong with us and the only way we know how to medicate ourselves is to hide behind the game; because when a man has a problem he can&#8217;t fix, he runs to his toys.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">I asked my sister to consider the possibility that maybe this man has been through hell; maybe he&#8217;s survived high water and deep discouraging darkness. Maybe he&#8217;s been broken in places you know nothing about and would never understand. Maybe he&#8217;s been crushed and his childhood stolen from him. Maybe what&#8217;s in his heart (and in his mind) is the ruin and wreckage of a life he so desperately wants to end; and maybe he won&#8217;t let you in because keeping you out is the one way he can protect you from the thing that hurts him the most. Perhaps the fact that he won&#8217;t let you in is an indication of just how much he loves you, because not letting you in is his way of <u>keeping you from being destroyed by the things that tear him apart</u>.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">So you try to get in and he pushes you out. You try to get in and he pushes you out. It&#8217;s because he&#8217;s trying to keep you away from the mess that&#8217;s killing who he is. He is hoping that you will be the one person in his life that won&#8217;t be corrupted by the hell he has had to go through. You may think he got with you because of your hips, your lips, and your complexion. But could it be that he got with you because you were the one that made him believe that he could be free?  You were the one that brought light into his life? He didn&#8217;t get with you so that he could let you in; he got with you so that you could lead him out? </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">The reason most women can&#8217;t reach their son, their father, their brother, their uncle, their boyfriend, or their husband has everything to do with the fact that you keep trying to get into something that God put you there to bring him out of? Maybe it is not your assignment to get in.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">How do you bring them out? Whenever you talk to a man about who he is and where he&#8217;s been, you make yourself like every other women in his life. Most women think that men cheat on them because the sex was better, or the woman was prettier. That&#8217;s not the case in most situations. Most of the time a man will cheat on a woman because all you did was remind him of who he was&#8211;but she reminded him of what he could be. When you lose the capacity to tell a man what he can be, you make him susceptible to those who can. Men are fragile creatures with fragile egos, and a man is always going to be attracted to anyone or anything that will tell him what his soul longs to hear; and a man is always trying to build and make progress, and when he&#8217;s trapped in something that just reminds him of his mistakes and failures he is open to other things.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Now I know that sometimes you have to tell us about ourselves but keep it balanced. Sometimes you&#8217;ve got to tell it like it is and let him know he&#8217;s acting crazy, but you&#8217;ve got to always bring it back and remind him of what he <u>can</u> be. You ought to go to the men in your life and tell them &#8220;I see God in you. I see businesses in you. I see education in you. I see resources in you. I see better in you, and that&#8217;s why I got with you! I didn&#8217;t get with you because you throw it down in the bed room; I got with you because I see the hand of God moving in your life! You&#8217;re a giant killer, a dragon slayer, a miracle worker, and no weapon formed against you shall prosper&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Speak to what he can be and soon we will become it because the bible says that as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. Stop begging to get in and stand outside of where he is, and <strong>seduce him forward by simply being who you are - because that is why he loved you in the first place</strong>.   </font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">And they marveled that he talked to a woman!</font></p>
<p /></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/06/12/talk-to-me/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>We Are all Dancers</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/05/17/we-are-all-dancers/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/05/17/we-are-all-dancers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 19:10:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/05/17/we-are-all-dancers/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I was in the office of a friend of mine the other day and I overheard a conversation between two women about the vacation one of them had just taken. Apparently, the woman who was doing most of the talking had gone away to one of the islands in the Caribbean and while she was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><img id="image27" height="376" alt="Dancing" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/05/j0387514.jpg" width="167" align="right" />I was in the office of a friend of mine the other day and I overheard a conversation between two women about the vacation one of them had just taken. Apparently, the woman who was doing most of the talking had gone away to one of the islands in the Caribbean and while she was there her husband tried to get her to go dancing but she refused because as she put it, “she is not a dancer.” And as I stood in the office of a doctor who specializes in treating people that are battling cancer my spirit wept for all the women and all the men who have danced their way through cancer and depression, heart break and set backs and have become beautiful dancers and don’t even know it.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I wanted to grab that woman by the hand, look her in the spirit and tell her that none of us can survive the night seasons of life without learning how to dance. We have all had to squeeze our way through tight places and balance the wait of what we wanted against the pain of what we had; we have all had to stand alone and then put other people back together while we were ourselves are silently falling apart. We have all loved and then lost what we loved only to love again. And if that were not enough, we have all been wrong.</font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">The mood swings of life are always changing and just when you think you have it all figured out something else happens; and if you didn’t know how to dance your way through it all—you would not have made it this far. We are all dancers. We are all moving to the music of our lives. And the secret to living a great life is learning how to move gracefully through the circumstances of life with dignity and style, because there are no wallflowers at this dance. From the moment we are born until the day that we die we are all dancing. We are rising and falling, laughing and crying, slowing down and picking up speed; and this is the dance that we do and it is glorious in our eyes.</font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">So keep on dancing and may the music of your life be full of his joy.  </font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/05/17/we-are-all-dancers/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Show Me YOU!</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/26/show-me-you/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/26/show-me-you/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 20:25:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/26/show-me-you/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I know that most of us were taught that the last book of the bible is Revelation, but if the bible is understood to be the narrative account of God’s continued interaction and love for the human family, then the last book of the bible is you. 
Each of us are breathing manifestations of the goodness [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><img id="image25" style="width: 405px; height: 238px" height="238" alt="mirror" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/j0402002.jpg" width="405" align="left" /> </font></font></font></font></p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"> <font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I know that most of us were taught that the last book of the bible is Revelation, but if the bible is understood to be the narrative account of God’s continued interaction and love for the human family, then the last book of the bible is you. </font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Each of us are breathing manifestations of the goodness of life and God. And while it is true that not every day has been full of sunshine, it is no less the case that life is good—difficult sometimes but good nonetheless. Behind the smiles we wear and the clothes we sport is a remarkable story. Every person you know has come through great trials and triumphs to get to where they are now, and in spite of how we feel sometimes, none of us are empty pages moving through life without a story to tell. People think they know you because they see you every day—but they have no idea. They could never conceive of how much grace and love you have had to summon just to turn your life in the right direction, to say nothing of the courage it took for you to admit that you needed a change  in the first place. Written within the fabric of your days is a beautiful narrative of what it means to love and then to loose what you have loved, of what it means to die and then come back from the dead, and of what it means to be born again.</font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> <font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Anybody can read about hope but people don’t believe what they read, they believe what they see. It’s one thing to tell a man or a woman to read about faith in the bible but it’s another matter altogether for you to show someone what faith actually looks like as it is revealed to us in the unfolding narrative of your life.  When I want to see love—show me your face. When I want to know what deliverance is really all about—show me your face. And when I need to see God—show me your face because he hides his beauty in your smile.</font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Tell your story every chance you get because when you least expect it&#8211; someone will be listening.</font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">What’s your story?</font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/26/show-me-you/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Rejection Is Never Easy</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/19/rejection-is-never-easy/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/19/rejection-is-never-easy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 21:54:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/19/rejection-is-never-easy/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[



Rejection is never easy; but when you understand that you can get what you want somewhere else the experience of being rejected looses its power. People who reject you do so because they believe that you are not good enough to be apart of their world. And when you think about all the people who [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<div><em><img id="image18" style="width: 366px; height: 173px" height="173" alt="Broken heart" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/j0396129.jpg" width="366" /></em></div>
<div><em /></div>
<div />
<div><em>Rejection is never easy; but when you understand that you can get what you want somewhere else the experience of being rejected looses its power. People who reject you do so because they believe that you are not good enough to be apart of their world. And when you think about all the people who have ever rejected you the one thing they all have in common is that belief that they had something you need; and while this might in fact be the case you must always remember that they are not the only ones who have it. There are 300 million people in the United States of America and billions of people in the world and when one person or group rejects you it is important to remember that there’s got to be somebody—somewhere who would love to have the chance to give you what they won’t.</em></div>
<p><em /><em /><em /><em /><em /><em></p>
<div><em /><em /></div>
<div><em>The real problem of rejection is not the fact that people say no, but rather the inconvenient truth that too often we build our lives on the hope of them saying yes. And whenever you have too much invested in yes—no has the power to destroy you. I have seen people beg their way into other people’s lives. I have watched others try to buy their way into relationships but in the end you can’t make people love you. And why would you want to?<br />
</em><em> </em></div>
<div><em>The fact that you have to beg your way into a situation is probably a good indication of the fact that you were never supposed to be there in the first place. You don’t have to beg anybody for anything because what God has for you is for you. When it’s yours you know it.<br />
</em><em> </em></div>
<p /></em></p>
<div><em>Let them say no. Let them walk away. Let them reject you because as long as God is saying yes&#8230;it doesn’t matter who says no. When you don’t need to be in—it doesn’t bother you when people lock you out. It is when you learn how to walk alone that you become author of your own horoscope. Stop worrying about them and write your own future.<br />
</em><em /><em /><em> </em></div>
<div><em>May the oil of your life be full of his grace,<br />
</em><em /><em /><em> </em></div>
<div><em>All my best! </em></div>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/19/rejection-is-never-easy/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Dying to Live</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/05/dying-to-live/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/05/dying-to-live/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 20:02:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/05/dying-to-live/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[

Martin Luther King Jr. once remarked that if a man (or a woman) has not found something to die for he isn’t fit to live; and while it is true that we must all decided what our ends will be I happen to believe that the measure of a man (or a woman) is ultimately [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><img id="image19" height="211" alt="happy" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/ph02020j.jpg" width="340" /></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Martin Luther King Jr. once remarked that if a man (or a woman) has not found something to die for he isn’t fit to live; and while it is true that we must all decided what our ends will be I happen to believe that the measure of a man (or a woman) is ultimately defined by the things that keep us connected to the spirit of life. For me, the definitive question of our humanity does not pertain to death, but rather, to the things that inspire us to live because, in a manner of speaking, dying is easy. </font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">This is not to suggest that dying does not demand sacrifice but the sacrifice of death can only be made once. This is not the case for living. The things that make living possible demand a daily sacrifice; they demand that we renew our commitment to the joy of being alive each morning that we rise to face the dawning of a new day. Living is hard; and those who specialize in the practice of this sacred art must first be inspired to create their day from the remains of the night before. Most of the people we know are not bad people but they suffer from a lack of inspiration and when there is nothing to motivate you progress is a possibility but not a certainty.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Never judge your life by how many breaths you take because a good life is determined by all the moments that take your breath away. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">What makes you want to get out of the bed in the morning? What are you living for? What inspires you?</font></p>
<p> </p>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/04/05/dying-to-live/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Life, Love and Spirit</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/29/life-love-and-spirit/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/29/life-love-and-spirit/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 22:13:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/29/life-love-and-spirit/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
Religion and spirituality is not the same thing. As we study the life and ministry of Jesus Christ it is clear to see that he was not invested in the task of furthering the aims of religion but was rather dedicated to bringing people into real relationship with God. And this is what spirituality is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><img id="image20" style="width: 320px; height: 207px" height="207" alt="old couple" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/j0409347.jpg" width="320" /></font></font></em></p>
<p><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Religion and spirituality is not the same thing. As we study the life and ministry of Jesus Christ it is clear to see that he was not invested in the task of furthering the aims of religion but was rather dedicated to bringing people into real relationship with God. And this is what spirituality is all about. To be spiritual is to be in real communion with God. It is a way of life and not a moment, a place, or a ritual one might observe or practice within a particular tradition. True spirituality is a perspective available to any one who would dare to be in intimate relationship with the living God. Spirituality is a lifestyle and as a lifestyle it is defined by ones ability to see the hand of God moving across the landscape of our lives without regard to race, class, gender, orientation, or geography. Spiritual people are not better than anyone else but in their hunger for God they have developed the ability to sense the presence of God in the strangest places and view their lives through the eyes of eternity and not the temporal distinctions that divide us one from another.</font></font></em></p>
<p><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></em><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">The path to true spirituality begins with love. Whenever a man or a woman begins to love the God of their salvation and not just fear him, there is available to that man or woman a power that will never be found in religion. Jesus taught us that we should love God with all of our heart, with all of our mind, and with all of our soul; and he did so because he understood that it is only in the presence of love that we become greater than ourselves. Jesus understood that the only way to truly measure the success of a life was to measure it in love because it is only in the presence of love that we become most like God.</font></font></em></em></font></font></em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><br />
</font></font></em></em></font></em></font></font></em></font></font></em><font size="3"><font size="3"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> </font></font></em></em></font></font></em></em></font></em></font></font></em></font></font></font></font></em></font></font></em></p>
<p><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font size="3"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">What do you love?</font></font></em></em></font></font></em></em><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">  </font></font></em></em></font></em></font></font></em></font><font size="3"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Is your relationship with God about love or is it about need? </font></font></em></font></font></em></em></font></font></em></em><em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">When did you know that it was love and not just religion?</font></font></em></em></font></em></font></font></em></font></font></font><font size="3" /><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font size="3"> </font></font></font></font></em></font></em></font></font></em></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/29/life-love-and-spirit/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Make it Count!</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/make-it-count/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/make-it-count/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 22:06:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/make-it-count/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
Two weeks ago I was in New Orleans for a Pastors conference and spent the better part of my time in the lower ninth ward. You do remember the lower ninth don&#8217;t you? How could any of us forget what happened in New Orleans over a year ago when the levies broke and for four [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><!--Copyright (c) 1996-2007 Roving Software Incorporated d/b/a Constant Contact. All rights reserved.  Except as permitted under a separate  written agreement with Constant Contact, neither the Constant Contact software, nor any content that appears on any Constant Contact site,  including but not limited to, web pages, newsletters, or templates may be reproduced, republished, repurposed, or distributed without the  prior written permission of Constant Contact.  For inquiries regarding reproduction or distribution of any Constant Contact material, please  contact legal@constantcontact.com.--></p>
<div align="left"><img id="image16" style="width: 284px; height: 375px" height="375" alt="Burbon Street" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/j0406462.jpg" width="284" align="left" /><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em>Two weeks ago I was in New Orleans for a Pastors conference and spent the better part of my time in the lower ninth ward. You do remember the lower ninth don&#8217;t you? How could any of us forget what happened in New Orleans over a year ago when the levies broke and for four days thousands of people were stranded in the streets of a major American city without food or water? How could any of us forget what we saw on television that week or how we felt as the coming days brought no relief to the victims of Katrina and the people of New Orleans in particular. And as I stood on the saddest soil in the United States of America I could hear the melancholy music of the levies, the sweet sound of conscience, and the requiem of some inner voice reminding me of why God loved King and Gandhi, Mother Teresa and Mary the Mother of Christ. They were all great souls; and in the ordinary expression of their greatness they found the courage to live for something greater than themselves. </em><br />
</font></font><em> <br />
</em><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">People who are only motivated by their personal interest will soon be forgotten after their time here on earth is done; but those of us who find the courage to speak for the least of these, who advocate for children and perhaps even for the child in us, who believe in the dignity of every expression of our collective humanity even if we disagree with the person or their lifestyle, for those of us who work for possibility and not for a check, who give without needing something in return, and for those of us who know the joy of celebrating someone else&#8217;s success, history, even if it is a story only told once, will not forget that we were here. </font></em>  </div>
<div align="left"><em>                                                                                                     <br />
</em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><em>Martin Luther King didn&#8217;t have a laptop, a cell phone, or a fax machine but he changed the course of human history with what he had, because, whenever you are doing what you were born to do&#8211; you don&#8217;t need a lot to be effective at making difference. And the moment you become more concerned about your legacy than your rent, you will in that hour find yourself in the company of greatness. </em><em><br />
</em></font></font><em> <br />
</em><em><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">True greatness is a perspective, a way being in the world; it is an unshakeable belief in the nobility of life in spite of its apparent cruelty. You were born to be great. You have been fearfully and wonderfully made. The world has never seen a soul like yours and after you are gone from this place it will never see another like you again. You are an original soul, a beautiful mind, and your gifts are not your own; they belong to the world; not just to your family, or to the people you know, they belong to the world; even to people who hate you and oppose you at every turn, you were sent here to bless them too.  </font></font></em></div>
<p align="left"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">We need you to shine. People who have never met you and will never see your face need you to spread your wings in tight places so that the power to fly will be real to them. The children of Bangladesh and the Sudan need to hear of how you refused to dim your light even amid the horrors of an unspeakable situation so that somewhere in the bruising darkness they will feel the glow of what you do and know that life will make away.</font></em></p>
<p align="left"><em><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">And lastly, the people of New Orleans need you to remember their cause. Keep shining like the sun-the world needs you.</font></em></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/make-it-count/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>All of a Sudden</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/all-of-a-sudden/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/all-of-a-sudden/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 22:05:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/all-of-a-sudden/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[

  I was reading an article the other day that suggested that when a caterpillar is about to become a butterfly it has no idea that its life is about to change forever. I found that to be amazing! How could it not know? How could something so small and fragile not realize that it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><!--Copyright (c) 1996-2005 Roving Software Incorporated d/b/a Constant Contact. All rights reserved.  Except as permitted under a separate  written agreement with Constant Contact, neither the Constant Contact software, nor any content that appears on any Constant Contact site,  including but not limited to, web pages, newsletters, or templates may be reproduced, republished, repurposed, or distributed without the  prior written permission of Constant Contact.  For inquiries regarding reproduction or distribution of any Constant Contact material, please  contact legal@constantcontact.com.--></p>
<p align="center"><img id="image17" style="width: 258px; height: 273px" height="273" alt="butterfly" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/j0185197.jpg" width="258" align="right" /></p>
<div align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">  I was reading an article the other day that suggested that when a caterpillar is about to become a butterfly it has no idea that its life is about to change forever. I found that to be amazing! How could it not know? How could something so small and fragile not realize that it was on the brink of something special- something so wonderful and sought after that not even the artistic genius of mankind has been able to capture the wonder of this moment with any real eloquence or power. And yet the caterpillar remains so profoundly unaware until all of a sudden forces beyond its control thankfully interrupt its misery and compel it to fly.  </p>
<p style="tab-stops: 117.0pt">Isn<span style="font-family: Garamond">’</span>t it funny how you can be right on the edge of the greatest moment in your life and not even know it. After years of crawling and struggling to make it you would think that we would intuitively know that something profoundly good was about to happen but often it is only after we have been delivered that we are able to look back and trace the truth of how we got here. Sometimes victory comes with all the sensations of the defeat. Sometimes God has to take your sight before he can restore your vision; but the truth of the matter is we never know. We never know when this might be the day that it all comes together. Or that this might be the exact moment in our lives when it all makes sense and we emerge from the shadows ready to fly.</p>
<p style="tab-stops: 117.0pt">I would have you to know that possibility is real. It is not just a word or an idea created in a dark room by men who were themselves too afraid of the light to live. Ask the Butterfly. The next time you see a butterfly ask her if she has any memory of what her life was like before she learned how to fly and she will tell you no. Ask her to recall the exact moment that she realized that she was about to become beautiful and she will answer your questions with silence, partly because she was always beautiful, but mostly because just like you, life never tells us when something good is about to happen.</p>
<p>This is why we have to keep on living. This is why we have to keep on believing that midnight can not last forever and truth crushed down to earth will rise again. You owe it to yourself to go a little further. And while it is true that the journey can make you weary, it is also the case that in the end it will make you strong. In a little while everything will be different. In a little while you won<span style="font-family: Garamond">’</span>t even remember what it was like to crawl so close to the ground. What used to make you cry is about to make you dance; and I can<span style="font-family: Garamond">’</span>t wait to see you fly. I can<span style="font-family: Garamond">’</span>t wait to see the look of satisfaction on your face the first time you feel the soft secure squeeze of earth between your toes and you whisper to yourself - I finally made it!</p>
<p>This is not for giving up. This is for light at the end of the tunnel; because just when the caterpillar thought it was over it became a butterfly.</p>
<p>May the oil of your life be full of his grace.</p>
<p></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></div>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/all-of-a-sudden/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Issues</title>
		<link>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/issues/</link>
		<comments>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/issues/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 19:09:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rev. Sean McMillan</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/issues/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[

Let us begin with a rather simple fact, and it is this: you will never be successful at becoming the person you desire to be until you learn how to mange your issues. And make no mistake about it&#8211;we all have issues. We are all living with unanswered questions, unresolved insecurities and certain irreducible fears [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<div style="text-align: center"><img id="image23" style="width: 301px; height: 261px" height="261" alt="Upset" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/04/j0427604.jpg" width="301" /></div>
<p /></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Let us begin with a rather simple fact, and it is this: you will never be successful at becoming the person you desire to be until you learn how to mange your issues. And make no mistake about it&#8211;we all have issues. We are all living with unanswered questions, unresolved insecurities and certain irreducible fears that live at the center of lives and at times make us less than who we are. Problems happen to us but issues happen in us. They are the experiences, questions, and longings that penetrate deep into the core of who we are; and even when our problems change our issues remain the same, because, each of us have been constructed around the presence of an irreducible shame. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">And I wish I could tell you that one day all of your issues will be resolved but nothing about human history leads me to believe that this is a realistic expectation. Even in the bible great men and women were constantly struggling with their issues, and apart of what made them great is the fact that they took the sadness of their inner conflicts and transformed what should have been something dark and full of dissonance into something remarkably melodious and beautiful. </font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">None of us are perfect&#8211;but we can use the worst in us to make the best in us come alive. Sometimes before we can help&#8211;we must hurt. Your weaknesses keep you humble, they keep you grounded; and if you let them, they can also make you great; because anything that has the power to make you weep has also the power to make you reach for the living God.</font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">These are the issue of our lives; and each morning as we rise to face the coming of the day, we do so knowing all the while that there lurks beneath the surface of the smiles we bare a reason to cry…</font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">But we choose to smile anyway.</font></font></font></font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Now that’s a Giant Step.</font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><img id="image6" height="96" alt="pastor-mcmillian.jpg" src="http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/__oneclick_uploads/2007/03/pastor-mcmillian.thumbnail.jpg" width="92" align="left" /></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"></p>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font> </p>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
<p /></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://seanmcmillanproductions.com/2007/03/08/issues/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>

