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			<title>End of Summer</title>
						<description><![CDATA[As the final days of summer drag along, the Creator reaches for a palette of brown, tan, and burnt yellow. The handful of humans who inhabit this season gaze upon brittle stems and dropping leaves and wonder aloud whether any life could possibly be left.But God smiles.Looking kindly upon both plants and people, He says:“Don’t rush me. I’m not finished yet.”—Pastor Pete“This is what the Sovereign L...]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<section class="sp-section sp-scheme-0" data-index="2" data-scheme="0"><div class="sp-section-slide"  data-label="Main" ><div class="sp-section-content" ><div class="sp-grid sp-col sp-col-24"><div class="sp-block sp-image-block " data-type="image" data-id="0" style="text-align:start;"><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><div class="sp-image-holder" style="background-image:url(https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25778937_1100x800_500.png);"  data-source="3MWNC2/assets/images/25778937_1100x800_2500.png" data-fill="true"><img src="https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25778937_1100x800_500.png" class="fill" alt="" /><div class="sp-image-title"></div><div class="sp-image-caption"></div></div></div></div><div class="sp-block sp-text-block " data-type="text" data-id="1" style=""><div class="sp-block-content"  style="">As the final days of summer drag along, the Creator reaches for a palette of brown, tan, and burnt yellow. The handful of humans who inhabit this season gaze upon brittle stems and dropping leaves and wonder aloud whether any life could possibly be left.<br><br>But God smiles.<br><br>Looking kindly upon both plants and people, He says:<br><br>“Don’t rush me. I’m not finished yet.”<br><br>—Pastor Pete<br><br>“This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Look! I am going to put breath into you and make you live again!”&nbsp;Ezekiel 37:5<br><br>“There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears.” Philippians 1:6</div></div></div></div></div></section>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Fields of Corn</title>
						<description><![CDATA[As an Iowa native, I have a love-hate relationship with cornfields.Perhaps you share my love for these fields and the fruit that flows from them. It would be a pity if you had never savored the buttery juice of summer sweet corn dribbling down over your chin, arms and elbows. And if you’ve driven the length of the “flyover states,” you’ve certainly come to appreciate the hypnotic monotony of green...]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2026 08:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<section class="sp-section sp-scheme-0" data-index="2" data-scheme="0"><div class="sp-section-slide"  data-label="Main" ><div class="sp-section-content" ><div class="sp-grid sp-col sp-col-24"><div class="sp-block sp-image-block " data-type="image" data-id="0" style="text-align:start;"><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><div class="sp-image-holder" style="background-image:url(https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25732349_1100x800_500.png);"  data-source="3MWNC2/assets/images/25732349_1100x800_2500.png" data-fill="true"><img src="https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25732349_1100x800_500.png" class="fill" alt="" /><div class="sp-image-title"></div><div class="sp-image-caption"></div></div></div></div><div class="sp-block sp-text-block " data-type="text" data-id="1" style=""><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><br>As an Iowa native, I have a love-hate relationship with cornfields.<br><br>Perhaps you share my love for these fields and the fruit that flows from them. It would be a pity if you had never savored the buttery juice of summer sweet corn dribbling down over your chin, arms and elbows. And if you’ve driven the length of the “flyover states,” you’ve certainly come to appreciate the hypnotic monotony of green corn, with its silky heads of hair swaying to the music of the Midwestern wind.<br><br>Yes, there’s lots to love about cornfields. But I should probably explain the source of my strong dislike.<br><br>My first paying job was corn detasseling. And for those who don’t know a hoe from a hornet, this is the tedious process of removing the tassels—the pollen-producing stalks at the top of corn plants—from selected rows.*<br><br>Picture a busload of teenagers being dropped off at the end of a long field and disappearing into a thick jungle of corn. Reaching high above their heads, these undersized and underpaid workers tug repeatedly until they feel the plants release their tassels with a pop. Moving down half-mile-long fields, they detassel two rows at a time. Within minutes of being herded into the maize, they are wet with dew and speckled with rash.<br><br>Have I mentioned I have a love-hate relationship with cornfields?<br><br>Ever since the disastrous episode in the Garden of Eden (Genesis 3), work has been both a blessing and a curse. Work is the way we interact with God’s creation. But work is also the means by which we are reminded of sin’s irreversible effect upon our world.<br><br>Think back to that moment when God said to Adam:<br><br>“Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat food from it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground.”&nbsp;(Genesis 3:17-19)<br><br>That ill promise — spoken against our world’s first laborer — explains my lingering dislike for my very first job. But every job I’ve ever held, from that time until now, has contained both joys and sorrows, satisfactions and frustrations.<br><br>So, what’s a man or woman to do?<br><br>A book of ancient wisdom suggests a path forward:<br><br>“So I decided there is nothing better than to enjoy food and drink and to find satisfaction in work. Then I realized that these pleasures are from the hand of God. For who can eat or enjoy anything apart from him?”&nbsp;(Ecclesiastes 3:24-25)<br><br>Perhaps that’s the secret.<br><br>Even when the work is hard, tedious or frustrating, there is still something holy about doing it — and something sacred about receiving its rewards — as gifts from the hand of God.<br><br>Even in the cornfields.<br><br>- Pastor Pete<br><br>*For you non-Iowa folk: Detasseling prevents selected plants from pollinating themselves and allows pollen from another corn variety to fertilize them, creating hybrid seed corn.</div></div></div></div></div></section>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>The AI Revolution</title>
						<description><![CDATA[Hey friends, Pastor Pete here. And yes, this is really me writing, as it is every week.But I have to admit that this week’s photo isn’t entirely real. My friend Jason used Artificial Intelligence to place my image in front of several racks of servers his company uses to power AI.And although I don't always love AI, I admit that an AI revolution is upon us.Today I returned a call from my doctor’s o...]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 18:28:52 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<section class="sp-section sp-scheme-0" data-index="2" data-scheme="0"><div class="sp-section-slide"  data-label="Main" ><div class="sp-section-content" ><div class="sp-grid sp-col sp-col-24"><div class="sp-block sp-image-block " data-type="image" data-id="0" style="text-align:start;"><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><div class="sp-image-holder" style="background-image:url(https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25596175_1100x800_500.png);"  data-source="3MWNC2/assets/images/25596175_1100x800_2500.png" data-fill="true"><img src="https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25596175_1100x800_500.png" class="fill" alt="" /><div class="sp-image-title"></div><div class="sp-image-caption"></div></div></div></div><div class="sp-block sp-text-block " data-type="text" data-id="1" style=""><div class="sp-block-content"  style="">Hey friends, Pastor Pete here. And yes, this is really me writing, as it is every week.<br><br>But I have to admit that this week’s photo isn’t entirely real. My friend Jason used Artificial Intelligence to place my image in front of several racks of servers his company uses to power AI.<br><br>And although I don't&nbsp;always&nbsp;love AI, I admit that an AI revolution is upon us.<br><br>Today I returned a call from my doctor’s office to reschedule an appointment. An AI bot answered and assured me it could help. When I asked to speak to the scheduler who had called me, the bot apparently decided I was weak-willed and tried to steer me into a text-message conversation. Only after repeatedly insisting on talking to a real human did it finally connect me with the person I was trying to reach.<br><br>So how do we prepare for a monumental shift that is already changing… almost everything?<br><br>In a new book scheduled for publication this fall, church consultant Carey Nieuwhof reports that 48% of practicing Christians are now turning to AI with their spiritual questions. Yet he argues that the future of the church is not less human connection, but more. “As the world becomes more artificial, the church’s calling is to become more human.”<br><br>I think that’s a good word for us at ACTS.<br><br>ACTS is a local church where real people gather and form a living community. It’s a place where real pastors and teachers wrestle with the real Word of God and share a timely Word they believe God is speaking… to these people… in this place. And ACTS is a place where the flesh and blood of Jesus are really offered to real people, giving real hope and forgiveness.<br><br>AI can inform our thinking. It can help us work, learn, create, and communicate. But it must never replace our thinking. And it certainly can’t replace our relationships.<br><br>The leaders who thrive in this new era won’t be those who reject AI. They’ll be those who learn to use these powerful tools without outsourcing wisdom, judgment, or humanity to them.<br><br>"Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever."&nbsp;(Hebrews 13:7-8)<br><br>- Pastor Pete</div></div></div></div></div></section>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Serving Not Sitting</title>
						<description><![CDATA[Last weekend I sat with our ACTS family and squirmed under a sermon called, “When Busyness Gets the Best of Us.” The speaker (who definitely won’t be invited back) wondered aloud whether our nonstop flurry of human activity might actually be a poorly disguised attempt to assert control over the world.Don’t you hate it when God’s Word hits its intended target?In Luke 10, Jesus is invited into the h...]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2026 20:23:53 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<section class="sp-section sp-scheme-0" data-index="2" data-scheme="0"><div class="sp-section-slide"  data-label="Main" ><div class="sp-section-content" ><div class="sp-grid sp-col sp-col-24"><div class="sp-block sp-image-block " data-type="image" data-id="0" style="text-align:start;"><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><div class="sp-image-holder" style="background-image:url(https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25522569_1100x800_500.png);"  data-source="3MWNC2/assets/images/25522569_1100x800_2500.png" data-fill="true"><img src="https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25522569_1100x800_500.png" class="fill" alt="" /><div class="sp-image-title"></div><div class="sp-image-caption"></div></div></div></div><div class="sp-block sp-text-block " data-type="text" data-id="1" style=""><div class="sp-block-content"  style="">Last weekend I sat with our ACTS family and squirmed under a sermon called, “When Busyness Gets the Best of Us.” The speaker (who definitely won’t be invited back) wondered aloud whether our nonstop flurry of human activity might actually be a poorly disguised attempt to assert control over the world.<br><br>Don’t you hate it when God’s Word hits its intended target?<br><br>In Luke 10, Jesus is invited into the home of a “Git-’er-Done” kind of gal named Martha. Martha is busy preparing dinner for Jesus. So busy, in fact, that she neglects to sit and listen to what he has to say. And she is so certain that she’s doing the right thing that she asks Jesus to reprimand her sister Mary for simply sitting at his feet:<br><br>“Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me"&nbsp;(Luke 10:40).<br><br>Perhaps you already know Jesus’ response:<br>“My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details! There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her"&nbsp;(Luke 10:41-42).<br><br>Ouch.<br><br>Is it possible that you’ve been so busy&nbsp;serving&nbsp;Christ that you’ve forgotten to&nbsp;sit&nbsp;with Christ?<br><br>So, what’s the “one thing” you’ve been pursuing? What’s the target you’ve been aiming at? And if you finally hit it, will it actually provide the purpose and satisfaction you’re hoping for?<br><br>It’s never too late to change your aim and start driving toward a target worthy of your life’s effort.<br><br>Paul discovered this for himself:<br><br>“I once thought these things were valuable, but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. For his sake I have discarded everything else… so that I could gain Christ and become one with him"&nbsp;(Philippians 3:7-9).<br><br>Maybe the most important thing in your life is not something you accomplish.<br><br>It’s someone you receive.<br><br>- Pastor Pete</div></div></div></div></div></section>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Parent's Perspective on Mission</title>
						<description><![CDATA[For those who don't know me, I am Jeff Schneider. My lovely wife Mara and I are parents to Ian and Erik who were on stage recently — along with Grace, Quinten, and Pastor Pete — witnessing their Belize mission trip experience. You saw (and perhaps felt yourself) emotions on stage; those were real, I felt them. Mara and I were lucky enough to meet up with the entire mission group, some 35 strong, a...]]></description>
			<link>https://www.actschurchlakeway.com/blog/2026/08/16/parent-s-perspective-on-mission</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:05:46 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<section class="sp-section sp-scheme-0" data-index="2" data-scheme="0"><div class="sp-section-slide"  data-label="Main" ><div class="sp-section-content" ><div class="sp-grid sp-col sp-col-24"><div class="sp-block sp-image-block " data-type="image" data-id="0" style="text-align:start;"><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><div class="sp-image-holder" style="background-image:url(https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25471115_1100x800_500.png);"  data-source="3MWNC2/assets/images/25471115_1100x800_2500.png" data-fill="true"><img src="https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25471115_1100x800_500.png" class="fill" alt="" /><div class="sp-image-title"></div><div class="sp-image-caption"></div></div></div></div><div class="sp-block sp-text-block " data-type="text" data-id="1" style=""><div class="sp-block-content"  style="">For those who don't know me, I am Jeff Schneider. My lovely wife Mara and I are parents to Ian and Erik who were on stage recently — along with Grace, Quinten, and Pastor Pete — witnessing their Belize mission trip experience. You saw (and perhaps felt yourself) emotions on stage; those were real, I felt them. Mara and I were lucky enough to meet up with the entire mission group, some 35 strong, at the tail end of their week in Belize. We saw changed people from those we dropped off the previous Saturday morning.<br><br>I joined the mission team for dinner on their final evening in Belize, we walked into a room full of people, joy and pizza. The first thing that struck us was a number of teens we didn't know looking at us with half smiles and wide eyes. We saw parents looking forward to meeting us. We felt overwhelmed with emotion, the room was filled with it. &nbsp;We realized our boys just had a transcendent experience beyond what any of us could have imagined. The teens were overflowing with joy about how awesome our kids were, and couldn't wait to meet us. The parents were so thankful they could be part of the adventure with them. Pete, Ian, Quinten, Grace and Erik certainly made an impression on this group, and vice versa. We could sense bonds that would last forever.<br><br>I could go on, but words can honestly not describe what we felt. I was drawn to emotions over and over again and almost to tears several times. It is what I can only describe as God's love filling that room.<br>If you are a parent with teens, send them on a mission trip with our group. Ian and Mara did a trip to Costa Rica with the ACTS Network in 2025, and it was life-changing for both of them. Ian couldn't wait to go again and was key in getting Erik to go to Belize this year. As parents, we work so hard to raise our kids right. Sometimes you need to let them go and learn on their own. The Belize Mission Society and the Costa Rica leadership team created experiences that we as parents cannot replicate.We see changed people in Ian and Erik, so much for the better. A full reset from their young lives in Lakeway. A foundation for their future.<br><br>One final thought. If you don't believe in miracles, picture a group of teenagers getting up each morning to meet on the beach at 6:00 a.m. for a student-led Bible study before their day of discipleship begins. On their own. Their idea.<br><br>Through ACTS, God is 'Sending Changed People Into A Changing World.' He is putting ACTS into Action. We are forever grateful.<br><br>- Jeff Schneider<br><br>For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.&nbsp;(Ephesians 2:10)<br><br>Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity. (1 Timothy 4:12)</div></div></div></div></div></section>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>The Long Weekend</title>
						<description><![CDATA["The long weekend."For pastors, those words are often code for a multi-day marathon of sermon preparation, ministry events, Bible studies, worship services, and appointments. Rarely do they describe slipping away for a few days of renewal and rest.But recently, some dear friends from Minnesota extended a Christ-like invitation to "come away" with them "to a quiet place and get some rest" (Mark 6:3...]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2026 22:04:47 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<section class="sp-section sp-scheme-0" data-index="2" data-scheme="0"><div class="sp-section-slide"  data-label="Main" ><div class="sp-section-content" ><div class="sp-grid sp-col sp-col-24"><div class="sp-block sp-image-block " data-type="image" data-id="0" style="text-align:start;"><div class="sp-block-content"  style=""><div class="sp-image-holder" style="background-image:url(https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25314796_1100x800_500.png);"  data-source="3MWNC2/assets/images/25314796_1100x800_2500.png" data-fill="true"><img src="https://storage1.snappages.site/3MWNC2/assets/images/25314796_1100x800_500.png" class="fill" alt="" /><div class="sp-image-title"></div><div class="sp-image-caption"></div></div></div></div><div class="sp-block sp-text-block " data-type="text" data-id="1" style=""><div class="sp-block-content"  style="">"The long weekend."<br><br>For pastors, those words are often code for a multi-day marathon of sermon preparation, ministry events, Bible studies, worship services, and appointments. Rarely do they describe slipping away for a few days of renewal and rest.<br><br>But recently, some dear friends from Minnesota extended a Christ-like invitation to&nbsp;"come away"&nbsp;with them&nbsp;"to a quiet place and get some rest"&nbsp;(Mark 6:31). Although their lake cabin sits 6,189 miles from the shores of Galilee, it provided exactly what Jesus once offered His disciples. The long weekend away was a welcome gift.<br><br>As we enter the final stretch of summer, perhaps Jesus' invitation to "come away" has begun to fade beneath the growing volume of everyday life. The voice of your calendar is once again louder than the gentle rhythm of waves against the shore. The pace has quickened. The demands have multiplied. And you've quietly accepted busyness as the price of living faithfully.<br><br>But Jesus offers something better.<br><br>Even now, He invites you into His rest. He longs to lift the burden from your shoulders, quiet the noise within your soul, and replace your striving with His peace. His presence is not reserved for secluded lakesides or mountain retreats. It is available wherever you are.<br><br>Whether you're standing on a dock at the water's edge or sitting beneath the white glow of fluorescent lights, Jesus is there. And His invitation still stands:<br><br>"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest"&nbsp;(Matthew 11:28–29).<br><br>— Pastor Pete</div></div></div></div></div></section>]]></content:encoded>
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