<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709</id><updated>2011-10-12T06:07:16.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Field Report</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-7005652673405031540</id><published>2011-04-11T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:50:30.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Robert: 70 and Ready to Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; The following is shared with the permission of Robert:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I flew out to Newport Beach, California to help staff the Everyman's Battle Conference for New Life ministries. Once I arrived I was given the names of the 7 men that I would be leading over the next 3 days. Robert didn't stand out to me at that point, but by the end of the weekend I would never forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the men gathered in my hotel room for the first session I was a little nervous as Robert entered the room. He was obviously older than the others, and deep down inside I had bought into the lie that "You can't teach an old dog new tricks." I could already imagine him questioning me, and wondering if this 36 year old "kid" had anything to offer him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long to see his heart and realize that I had completely misjudged this man. He shared his story, and for the first time shed tears for a father that kept him at arms length from childhood until his death. Clearly this was a man who was eager to connect with others, and had a genuine desire to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful moment came midway through the second day of the conference. Sitting in a circle on the sixth floor of the Radisson Robert declared &lt;em&gt;"I want to get control of my addiction before I die." &lt;/em&gt;Now some other men might have said those words in a joking manner. Meaning they wanted to see victory sooner rather than later. But Robert literally meant he wanted to finish the race strong. He wasn't afraid to admit that at 70 time is precious and running short. His body and the 4 funerals he had attended in the last few months were reminders that time is fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until later that day that Robert's words caught up with me. Once they did I found myself deeply moved by a man who had decided that he was going out with his boots on!  More than that he had also shared his desire to help other men his age dealing with the same issues of sexual addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 70 years old Robert left the conference not only intent on fighting for his own heart, but also fighting for the hearts of others. I walked away marveling at what I get to see God do, and realizing that He never counts anyone out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-7005652673405031540?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/7005652673405031540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/7005652673405031540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-robert-70-and-ready-to-fight.html' title='The Story of Robert: 70 and Ready to Fight'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-494607993039665246</id><published>2011-04-06T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:28:59.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Man's Battle - Dallas</title><content type='html'>Part of the work I get to do involves staffing conferences for a counseling organization called New Life Ministries. One of the resources they offer is called the Every Man's Battle conference. This is a 3 day conference for men who struggle with sexual addiction and have had extra-martial affairs. The goal is to help these men move away from destructive ways of living, and become a man who can love his wife and family well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I staffed a conference in Dallas. I had the privilege of leading a group of 8 men for the entire weekend. In the beginning they treated each other as strangers, and by the end of the conference they were encouraging and challenging one another to a different way of living. For some this was the first time they had shared their struggles with another person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the conference one married man (not in my group) confessed that when he first arrived in Dallas he set up a rendezvous with an old girlfriend. During the program he became so convicted about how he had been living that he called his close friends, confessed his actions, and canceled the meeting. He went home with a renewed desire to repair his marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another victory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-494607993039665246?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/494607993039665246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/494607993039665246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-mans-battle-dallas.html' title='Every Man&apos;s Battle - Dallas'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-5658224157985473002</id><published>2011-04-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:12:39.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Focus</title><content type='html'>Blogging has always been difficult for me. I've never had a real interest at this stage in life to wax eloquent about different topics. That's probably why I have rarely blogged in the past. With that in mind I have decided to change the focus of my blog. Instead of commentary on life, I want to share what I am seeing God do everyday. Being a counselor often feels like being a battlefield medic. I enter into many messy situations, and see a great deal of pain. I also get to see God come through in some amazing ways, and I want others to know about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-5658224157985473002?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/5658224157985473002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/5658224157985473002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-focus.html' title='New Focus'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-4489568958643160742</id><published>2011-02-08T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:08:28.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerlessness and Anger</title><content type='html'>Just some quick thoughts about powerlessness and anger. Today was one of those days when nothing went right. Phone died, clients canceling because of bad weather, and so on, and so on. Only for a few moments today did I feel like I had any control over my day. today was also a day that I found my self struggling with intense anger. Why is it that when we feel powerless we get angry. I think the main reason is that it's scary when we are faced with the fact that we don't have as much control over our lives as we thought. This is especially true when we've had experiences early on in life where we felt out of control, or trapped in a situation. Though we might feel fear, anger is a much safer place. There is no sense of vulnerability in being angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-4489568958643160742?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/4489568958643160742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/4489568958643160742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/powerlessness-and-anger.html' title='Powerlessness and Anger'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-6057134206921755559</id><published>2011-01-10T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:44:23.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TSvsp9vDCII/AAAAAAAAAGM/BKabH9UrOOE/s1600/dickwinters640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560798370609694850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TSvsp9vDCII/AAAAAAAAAGM/BKabH9UrOOE/s320/dickwinters640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sitting here in my office at home grieving over a man I never knew. His name is Dick Winters, and he was the commander of Easy Company. They were the WWII paratroopers of the 101st airborne made famous by the series &lt;em&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/em&gt;. He died last week in central Pennsylvania at the age of 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the &lt;em&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/em&gt; series and its companion documentary it was clear that Dick Winters was a MAN deserving of all caps. While all of this was fresh I wanted to capture just a few of the characteristics that I admired about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, he cared deeply for those in his charge. He was always concerned with their needs and well being before his own. He never saw those in his command as a means to make himself look good. Rather, he saw them as something valuable that was entrusted to him. He SERVED his men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TSvr_T-FwhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LvHnfUH9G90/s1600/Winters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560797637843993106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TSvr_T-FwhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LvHnfUH9G90/s320/Winters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, he was a cunning warrior with a heart. His steady hand in battle and patience won the day on more than a few occasions. Yet, when you watch the documentary interview with him about the end of the war he weeps. He weeps for those who were lost, for the pain of war, and for the men that stood beside him in the trenches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he was flat out brave. In one scene from &lt;em&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/em&gt; he hears a whistle and charges so far in front of his men that he is essentially alone on the battlefield. He also made hard decisions because they were right, not because they felt good or were popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am still sitting here with that pit in my stomach. Not because I will miss him...I never knew him. But when a man like that passes you feel the depth of the space he leaves in his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God what a man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-6057134206921755559?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/6057134206921755559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/6057134206921755559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2011/01/portrait-of-leadership.html' title='Portrait of Leadership'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TSvsp9vDCII/AAAAAAAAAGM/BKabH9UrOOE/s72-c/dickwinters640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-2933702365297764124</id><published>2010-11-01T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:29:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Pill of Self Denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TM8X440pQWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vo14pgBbWO0/s1600/a1802_1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TM8X440pQWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vo14pgBbWO0/s320/a1802_1697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534668733154935138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying I hate denying myself. Part of me would rather eat the entire sleeve of Oreos. It's the same part of me that sees a new gadget or Blu-ray at Best Buy and justifies slapping down the money. Still, self-denial is probably one of the healthiest things we can do as people. It develops our character, protects our health, and guards us from the hazardous effects of self-centeredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking more about this it seemed that theta were three categories of self-denial. Self-denial that is commanded by God, self-denial that is not commanded but benefits us, and self-denial that benefits others. These don't stand alone. In fact they intertwine quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first category is the self denial commanded by God. The bottom line is that there are some things that God says, "you might want to do it, but I am telling you not to." Clearest example I can think of is sex outside of marriage. Now, ultimately God says no for our benefit. Why you ask? I have counseled many couples over the years, and I have never worked with one that had sex outside of marriage (with each other or another person)that didn't carry that baggage into the relationship. I believe sex is like crazy glue for the soul. It is such a deep and wonderful thing that it literally binds your soul with the other person. Physics may say that different matter can't occupy the same space at the same time. However, emotionally speaking sex makes that happen! So, God says no because he knows how damaging it is to have sex with a person and then pull apart from them. It is like tearing flesh. That is why He wants us to enjoy it in a setting that, &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, is one of major commitment. In marriage we are saying, "I am with you forever," and that makes it safe to enjoy sex to the full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second category is self-denial that is not commanded but benefits you. Cut to the Oreos! Now I know that Oreos are not forbidden by scripture, and I am thankful for that every day. However, even though God doesn't forbid me to eat Oreos, that doesn't mean I should eat... a lot of them. So, some self-denial is not necessarily commanded, but is just wise living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third category is self-denial that benefit others. It is not just that God is telling you to do it, but He's telling you to do it in order to give to someone else. I think our major fear in doing this is that we don't believe that God will provide for us. Christmas is coming soon, and frankly shopping brings out the worst in people. I went once on Black Friday and swore it off forever. It's because you get this survivalist mentality out there. It is as if the world had a planet altering event, and now we are all fighting over food. Except it's not food, it's a digital camera. Anyway, the point is we have a nasty tendency to fall into the, "I gotta get mine," mentality. When God asks you to deny yourself for the benefit of others it requires us to trust that He will meet our needs as we meet an other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, all self denial is good because it is the anecdote for the poison of self-centeredness. In a 2006 interview with &lt;em&gt;People&lt;/em&gt; magazine Brad Pitt talked about how having kids was a blessing because it forced him to take his eyes off himself. Having children, he said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TM8HXgDJH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/THNeI6_oQLM/s1600/W_PITT_wideweb__470x263,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TM8HXgDJH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/THNeI6_oQLM/s320/W_PITT_wideweb__470x263,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534650567383130098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; "completely changes your perspective and certainly takes the focus off yourself, which I'm really grateful for...I'm so tired of thinking about myself. I'm sick of myself." &lt;/em&gt; http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,1215033,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we strive to take care of #1 it ultimately leads to being deeply dissatisfied. Here is a guy who has it all, and worked hard to climb the ladder of fortune and fame. Yet, ultimately when arrived at the top he realized he had become sick of himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to grasp the truth that God directs us to deny ourselves not because He gets his jollies from watching us squirm. He does it because He knows it is a preventative treatment (albeit bitter tasting)for the soul. He knows that if we focus only on ourselves and what we want, one day we will wake up and realize we aren't happy....we are miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-2933702365297764124?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/2933702365297764124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/2933702365297764124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2010/11/bitter-pill-of-self-denial.html' title='Bitter Pill of Self Denial'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/TM8X440pQWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vo14pgBbWO0/s72-c/a1802_1697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-4838741865744518791</id><published>2009-10-31T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:24:17.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Men Breed "Cougars"</title><content type='html'>There is a trend in our culture today that has been bothering me for some time. It is women becoming &lt;em&gt;cougars.&lt;/em&gt; Now for the 3 people that don't know what that means, let me explain. A cougar is an older woman (say in her 40's) going after a much younger man (say in his early 20's). This trend has become so mainstream there is a new show on ABC called &lt;em&gt;Cougar Town&lt;/em&gt;. It stars Courtney Cox as a divorced mom who starts chasing younger men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SuyDYxQpcPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hQcWAVPpmBA/s1600-h/CougarTown1x1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SuyDYxQpcPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hQcWAVPpmBA/s320/CougarTown1x1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398834514873643250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me go on record with something right off: I am 100% for women being empowered. In fact I think strong women have and continue to make an important impact on our world. Also, I think a strong woman is extremely attractive. Throughout our marriage my wife has become stronger and stronger. As she has gotten stronger and more willing to call me out on my crap she has become more and more attractive to me. Her strength has also helped to guide our family, and frankly kept me from making some pretty dumb decisions. So, again I believe women are to be empowered. Let me also say that I think older men pursuing significantly younger women is just as disastrous as "cougarism" (my word). But for now I just want to focus on older women and younger men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I had two experiences with cougars. Both happened later in high school and both were women that I trusted. Most people (especially guys) would probably think this was a dream come true to have an older woman pursuing you sexually. Let me say clearly that it wasn't. It was confusing and ultimately violating. At the time as a teenager I didn't have the words or emotional categories to really grasp what was going on. Frankly, in both cases I ran like a scared rabbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that this growing trend toward cougars comes as a result of weak men. I believe women have their part to own as well. Still, I believe that whenever there is a problem in the world, within a marriage, etc. men should be the first ones to own up to their part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout history men have done a terrible job of empowering women. This goes for the secular world as well as the church. We have not encouraged the strength of women, nor helped to foster it. We have also become extremely passive. We don't pursue women well, and we don't engage the deeper parts of their soul. This has left a great deal of women feeling both rejected and demeaned. This all boils down to fear. The fear is that if a woman is strong then it will call us to more as men. It is intimidating when my wife is not afraid to ask for what she needs from me. Because when she does I am forced to look at where I am being selfish or neglectful. Who wants to do that, right? Yet, it is what I need most as a man. I need a woman who can stand toe to toe and shoulder to shoulder. Because it doesn't allow me to sit on my butt and be passive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the backlash to weak men has been a false model of feminine strength. Cougarism is a glaring example of this idea. Rather than being equal with a man cougarism is the desire to be more powerful than a man. And that is easy to do when you find one who is less mature. Maturity equals power. If I am older and more mature than you, I will be more powerful than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cougarism pretends to provide two things for a woman. The first is that it means she never has to be in a place of weakness. She has all the power in the relationship because she is more mature. Second, she never has to risk rejection. As the more mature pursuer she doesn't have to wait on the man to seek out her heart. This is attractive because most women have waited and hoped for a man to pursue their hearts only to be left feeling forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up this trend of cougars worries me. Not because I am against women empowered, but because I believe it is damaging to both women and young men. Women need and deserve a man at their level who will pursue them, love them, and call them to more. Young men are not a challenge emotionally and that is what makes them attractive to a woman wounded by a misogynistic culture. And young men are frankly not mature enough to handle the emotional needs of an older woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thoughts to come on this I'm sure. In the meantime I've put a link here to the latest episode of Cougar Town. What shook me to the core was the sequence near the end when two cougars talk about the smell of "wounded boy." I encourage you to watch for the themes I've been talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296 "&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/nZ8ltSguV8fEV1wV3M3VbQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/nZ8ltSguV8fEV1wV3M3VbQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-4838741865744518791?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/4838741865744518791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/4838741865744518791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/10/weak-men-breed-cougars.html' title='Weak Men Breed &quot;Cougars&quot;'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SuyDYxQpcPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hQcWAVPpmBA/s72-c/CougarTown1x1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-3309234109282320292</id><published>2009-10-27T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:46:34.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Temptation of Cynicism</title><content type='html'>Today I was challenged with the notion of cynicism. I have been reading a book by Paul Miller called &lt;em&gt;The Praying Life&lt;/em&gt;. In it Miller writes, &lt;em&gt;"Cynicism and defeated weariness have this in common: they both question the active goodness of God on our behalf."&lt;/em&gt; That phrase struck me because I find myself going to cynicism quickly when difficulties arise. I start asking questions like, "God if you loved me why would you let this happen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the chapter in Miller's book I picked up where I had left off in 1 Sammuel about the life of David. I read two stories. The first was about David and Nabal. This is where David cares for Nabal's flocks only to be insulted and rejected by him. The next story was about the second time David had a chance to kill King Saul. Here was the man that had made David's life a living hell laying asleep before him. Rather than kill him David spared his life saying, &lt;em&gt;"Don't kill him. For who can remain innocent after attacking the Lord's annointed one?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone had a reason to be cynical it would be David. Here was a man annoited as king, and for seven years he was chased and treated like a criminal by Saul and others. Yet even in through all of these struggles he never lost his heart for God. He was honest about how he felt, but he always came back to honoring God. David was not a cynic.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Suc_50h_n5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZtVJZTG4y1M/s1600-h/saul.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Suc_50h_n5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZtVJZTG4y1M/s320/saul.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397352941013147538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David seemed to have a bigger picture in mind. Rather than allowing suffering to drive him to cynicism; he was more concerned with who God was and what he was doing. Even when he had a chance to kill Saul he spared him and believed that someday God would make good on his promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism is a temptating place to which we can retreat. Having been there I can say that it is a lonely place that drains the soul. It is a place where the heart refuses to risk, and forgets the larger story God is telling. It's a place where we become more focused on disappointment instead of the holiness God is producing through trials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to stay out of that place with the help of God and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-3309234109282320292?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/3309234109282320292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/3309234109282320292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/10/temptation-of-cynicism.html' title='The Temptation of Cynicism'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Suc_50h_n5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZtVJZTG4y1M/s72-c/saul.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-5089430512612742442</id><published>2009-09-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:49:34.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymoon is Over</title><content type='html'>Over the last several weeks something has become abundantly clear to me. In anything there is a honeymoon period, and that eventually ends. This is true in relationships, business ventures, having kids, or launching a ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Sq6AbOcHm-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eKv62RfM3ac/s1600-h/honeymooners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Sq6AbOcHm-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eKv62RfM3ac/s320/honeymooners.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381379809975180258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out to Colorado last year was the beginning of the honeymoon period for me. I loaded up the family in a covered wagon (metaphorically speaking) and headed out west. The only thing in front of me was hope, mountains, and the promise of what might be. It was exciting to think about all the amazing things that could happen. What would my practice look like? What would it be like to work with Training Ground and mentor men in the outdoors? What new places would the family and I get to discover? It was intoxicating and the momentum carried me along like a river. Then about 3 months ago the honeymoon was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My practice numbers took a hit and things frankly got tough. Instead of the mountains calling out to me, they started to mock me. The fears started to rush in. Can I do this? Was I stupid to come out here? If this doesn't work out what am I going to do? Am I the head of the Donner party rather than Daniel Boone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon always ends. Always. It did in my relationship with Sara. The first 6 months of our marriage we were so enamored with each other I would have told you I loved the way she chewed her food. Then reality set in and we had to start dealing with each other's baggage. Had we stopped there and said, okay this isn't going to work we wouldn't be together today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John 16:33 Jesus said "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." There is some hope here for when the honeymoon is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Jesus is saying that he knows that hardship is inevitable. I don't take nearly enough comfort as I should in the fact that God knows and understands what we deal with in our lives. Jesus knew and understood hardship. He was a man without a home, he was misunderstood by family, he had no steady paycheck, and he had men trying to kill him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I take from this that hardship doesn't necessarily mean you have done something wrong, or have taken a wrong turn on the path of life. Jesus was talking to the disciples in this passage. These were men who had followed him and left behind everything. These were men of faith who were doing what God had called them to do. Still, Jesus said they were going to run into problems. That is the reality of living in a broken world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jesus is saying that He trumps trouble. Whatever problems come at us God's determination to love us supersedes them all. This means that hardships are subordinate to God's mission to care for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me my unbelief. Give me the faith to trust that your love for me as a son is bigger than the trouble that is inveitable in this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-5089430512612742442?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/5089430512612742442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/5089430512612742442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/09/honeymoon-is-over.html' title='The Honeymoon is Over'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Sq6AbOcHm-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eKv62RfM3ac/s72-c/honeymooners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-4084967142594983979</id><published>2009-09-11T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:38:29.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Ground Fall 2009 Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FEv2caqZ58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FEv2caqZ58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;javascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes a few moments to load for some reason, so hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-4084967142594983979?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/4084967142594983979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/4084967142594983979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/09/training-ground-fall-2009-trip.html' title='Training Ground Fall 2009 Trip'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-7850508522112066423</id><published>2009-08-10T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:44:32.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardship and Perseverance</title><content type='html'>What is the purpose of difficulty in life? I have been asking myself that question a lot these days. Very often when things get hard I can go to "God's asleep at the switch." If He really cared then why would he allow trouble and hardship into my life? It has brought me to wrestle with the verse in Romans 5:3-4, &lt;em&gt;"but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am starting to understand is that character and growth cannot happen without suffering. It is a lot like lifting weights. When you lift weights you are literally tearing your muscles. As the body repairs them they become stronger and larger. This doesn't happen unless they are stressed and pushed in ways that normal everyday life doesn't require. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SoBCrbWdbJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iz_DHLxhpn4/s1600-h/NAVY_SEALs_BUDS_Instruction_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SoBCrbWdbJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iz_DHLxhpn4/s320/NAVY_SEALs_BUDS_Instruction_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368364069669399698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I picked up the book &lt;em&gt;Lone Survivor &lt;/em&gt;by Marcus Luttrell. Luttrell is a Navy Seal, and the book is his account of a tragic battle in the mountains of Afghanistan. He spends the first half of the book talking about his experience in the Navy's BUD/S (Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL) Training. This is a 3 month course that involves a 48 hour exercise called "hell week." As I read about the literal hell these men go through I couldn't help but wonder,"is it really necessary?" Why do these men have to go through such a brutal experience? The answer was simple to Marcus Luttrell, "if you can take Hell Week and beat it, you can do any damn thing in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to understand that God uses difficulty to build us and prepare us just like BUD/S training prepares the Navy Seals to go into the toughest battles in the world. Without being faced with hardship I doubt many of us would naturally seek out growth. Even if we did it would not be to the level that hardship creates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardship is evidence of God's constant commitment to father and train us. Train us for the things he has already planned for us. Train us for the battle that comes from living in a world ravaged by sin. Train us to have the courage to move into life situations that loom over us like a 20,000 ft. peak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why the author of Hebrews commands us to rejoice when we experience God's discipline (chapter 12). Hardship and suffering is not proof of an absent or neglectful God. Rather it is preparation that proves we are truly loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-7850508522112066423?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/7850508522112066423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/7850508522112066423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/08/hardship-and-perseverance.html' title='Hardship and Perseverance'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SoBCrbWdbJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iz_DHLxhpn4/s72-c/NAVY_SEALs_BUDS_Instruction_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-1251587360301748002</id><published>2009-06-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:02:45.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pull of Status Quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Sj_eCYPgpEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dG9UkWZVEk0/s1600-h/the+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Sj_eCYPgpEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dG9UkWZVEk0/s320/the+office.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239014788047938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I was driving home and I found myself longing for the status quo. Being a counselor and working for a ministry means you may not have the same paycheck every week, and you never know what to expect from one day to the next. The work is so rewarding, but the unknown can take a toll. Part of me, for a moment, longed to be back in a world of cubicles. A place where I can predict what is going to happen each day, and don't expect any surprises. Now I know that being in that world would kill my soul. Still, if I am honest part of me doesn't want the adventure that I am experiencing now because it requires so much trust in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Exodus God's people struggled with the same thing. In chapter 14 they told Moses, "Didn't we say to you in Egypt, 'Leave us alone; let us serve the Egyptians'? It would have been better for us to serve the Egyptians than to die in the desert!"(EX 14:12). After reading that I am thinking they want to go back to slavery? But then I remember how scary it can be having to trust God. See back in Egypt it was miserable, but it was predictable. They knew when the water girl would come by, and they probably knew how to avoid the slavemaster's whip. There was no guess work, and there was no risk. But in the desert following God's call there was plenty of risk. They had to get up each morning and depend on God to come through for water, food, and direction. Frankly, it is scary depending on something besides your own knowledge and abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The status quo is a safe place for most of us. It promises no risk, but it also provides no life. Following God's call feels dangerous. It means you have to put your trust in Someone other than yourself, and that is more difficult than most of us Christians care to admit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-1251587360301748002?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/1251587360301748002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/1251587360301748002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/06/pull-of-status-quo.html' title='The Pull of Status Quo'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/Sj_eCYPgpEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dG9UkWZVEk0/s72-c/the+office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-6962701574079631867</id><published>2009-05-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:12:58.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Range Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fE50pi3ZCew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fE50pi3ZCew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-6962701574079631867?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/6962701574079631867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/6962701574079631867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/05/snowy-range-day-3-4.html' title='Snowy Range Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-8651828076412520901</id><published>2009-05-24T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:00:33.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Range Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZ7LUBSyze8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZ7LUBSyze8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-8651828076412520901?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/8651828076412520901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/8651828076412520901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/05/snowy-range-day-2.html' title='Snowy Range Day 2'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-8276598535394051665</id><published>2009-05-24T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:07:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Range Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-a7foYu4uc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-a7foYu4uc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-8276598535394051665?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/8276598535394051665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/8276598535394051665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/05/snowy-range-day-1.html' title='Snowy Range Day 1'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-7053429188774516577</id><published>2009-04-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:29:44.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy People</title><content type='html'>Why am I not more comfortable with being a mess?  I think somewhere in my deluded mind I actually believe that I can get it together in this lifetime.  Sometimes I catch myself actually thinking that for the most part I do a pretty good job, and don't have a lot of rough edges.  Then I do something that reminds me that I am still a broken man who struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago I watched a movie called "Reign Over Me" with Adam Sandler and Don Cheadle. First off I was stunned that Sandler is such a good dramatic actor. After 10 or so &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SedcBiXo4JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IztHHw5-kgc/s1600-h/reign-over-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SedcBiXo4JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IztHHw5-kgc/s320/reign-over-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325326265864478866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;movies mostly filled with potty humor (we use the word potty in my house now with 2 kids), I assumed that is all he could do. Yet, this movie had me riveted within the first few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about 2 dentists. Cheadle is the successful one whose whole life has become work. Sandler is the exact opposite. His character lost his entire family in the 9-11 attacks, and he has never recovered.  He was once a successful dentist, but now he has regressed to a recluse who seems to have the mindset of a thirteen year old. In short he is a mess.  The film centers around Cheadle's character's pursuit of Sandler, and his attempts to help this broken man heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me was how Cheadle kept pursuing Sandler despite the messiness that ensued. He never gave up, no matter how many times Sandler freaked out or retreated to his shell. It was powerful, and it was convicting for me. It was also powerful to see how through the course of the film Cheadle saw just how much mess was in his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend an enormous amount of time in life trying to avoid mess. Mess in my own life and mess in the life of others. Mess makes me nervous, it feels out of control and risky. I want things neat and tidy, so that nothing is required of me...especially faith. What I am starting to learn is that life is about living in the mess. Because the mess ain't going away. It might get slightly better over time, but it is never going away this side of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those brief moments when I truly accept the reality of my mess then I can see my need for Jesus. If the truth be told I love Him, but I don't want to have to need Him. I want to be okay on my own. I don't want to have to believe  I am such a big mess that I need Him every day. Realizing your a mess means you need, and it also calls out your faith. We have 2 choices....either deny the mess exists, or accept the fact and hold onto Jesus for dear life with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Don Cheadle's character was a powerful shadowy glimpse of God's heart. God pursues us in the midst of our mess. He is not shocked or grossed out by our mess. He understands we're broken humans that break things as we stumble around trying to get a grip on our world.  He is not deterred by our mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think he's more understanding of my mess than I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-7053429188774516577?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/7053429188774516577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/7053429188774516577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/04/messy-people.html' title='Messy People'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SedcBiXo4JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IztHHw5-kgc/s72-c/reign-over-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649154741186142709.post-8363556384146644508</id><published>2009-04-15T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:25:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of a Heart Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Being a counselor, other people's pain, my own pain, and the uncertainty of life can get the best of me. I have to admit I work hard to stay ahead of that stuff most of the time, and that is not always a good thing. But sometimes I just can't run fast enough, and it all washes over me.  So, I sort of just sat there yesterday in a stunned silence.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did have one lucid thought. It was, "to have a heart that is alive means that you will feel pain." Not exactly rocket science, but it hit me in a new way. There is a price to pay if you are going to be engaged with your own heart, and with life. It means that you will feel pain, and at times to an excruciating level.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have spent a great deal of my life managing pain, and basically trying not to feel. Frankly, I still spend more energy doing that than I'd like to admit. When I decided to stop "managing" my pain through busyness, various addictions, and straight out denial something happened. I hurt! Exactly what I had been trying to avoid!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;dl id="attachment_48" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 203px;"&gt;&lt;dt class="wp-caption-dt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://charltonclarke.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/350198-red_pill_or_blue_pill.jpg" mce_href="http://charltonclarke.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/350198-red_pill_or_blue_pill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-48" title="350198-red_pill_or_blue_pill" src="http://charltonclarke.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/350198-red_pill_or_blue_pill.jpg?w=300" mce_src="http://charltonclarke.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/350198-red_pill_or_blue_pill.jpg?w=300" alt="Red Pill or the Blue Pill? " width="193" height="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Red Pill or the Blue Pill?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole thing reminded me of the scene in the Matrix where Morpheus presents Neo with the choice between the blue pill and the red pill. The blue pill meant very little pain, but it also meant a life asleep.  The red pill would wake a person up to real life, and free them  to truly live. It also meant that pain and suffering was felt in new and deeper ways unlike that experienced in the Matrix.  Morpheus tells Neo, that he is only offering the truth, he gives no promises of a pain free experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am still wrestling with how and why God uses pain. For now I know it leads me to think in terms of a larger reality....that this existence is not the end game. It also makes me &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; for a better place, a true home.  CS Lewis captured this hope when he wrote: &lt;i&gt;"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649154741186142709-8363556384146644508?l=charlton-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/8363556384146644508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649154741186142709/posts/default/8363556384146644508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlton-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/04/price-of-heart-alive.html' title='The Price of a Heart Alive'/><author><name>Charlton Clarke M.A., Counseling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237619311584831961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_diI7hrfJg/SeFopBxzK1I/AAAAAAAAADo/lZ0m9Z8Yk9w/S220/C%26R1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
