<?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-27936658</id><updated>2012-02-01T06:40:06.158-08:00</updated><category term='mind the gap'/><category term='Lamentations'/><category term='London Underground'/><category term='Jeremiah'/><title type='text'>Word Traveler</title><subtitle type='html'>"Transforming lives by a daily encounter with God through His Word."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>522</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-4868593203381484176</id><published>2012-02-01T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:40:06.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Plastic Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2r7tEmjb4I/AAAAAAAAH-U/sBBDWTv5Nig/s1600-h/gift+card+2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434432652124057474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2r7tEmjb4I/AAAAAAAAH-U/sBBDWTv5Nig/s400/gift+card+2a.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 253px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 23.17b, 19b &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CEV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Which is greater&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the gold or the temple that makes the gold sacred?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Which is more important&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the gift or the altar that makes the gift sacred?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“A survey by the U.S. National Retail Federation last year suggested that eight out of 10 people would include gift cards among their holiday shopping purchases.”[1] And why not? Gift cards make gift-giving so easy! What better way to show your affection than a piece of plastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-loaded with buying power at your loved one’s favorite retail center? “About 96 million Starbucks cards have been activated since they were launched in 2001 — and customers have reloaded those cards more than 38 million times.”[2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How did (and will) America’s fascination convenient gift-giving evolve? Maybe like this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Long Time Ago&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;People actually &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; gifts for each other. These gifts were inevitably the wrong color, size, style, or flavor but no one ever expected a receipt. There was no return policy. You simply kept what you got and brought it out (wore it, displayed it, ate it, etc.) when the gift-giver came for a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not So Long Ago&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;People procured birthday and Christmas lists from loved ones and scurried around retail centers looking for “the perfect gift”. It was wrapped and presented with a gift receipt for convenient returns. Thank you notes were hand-written and sent within a couple weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; The gift-giver learns of the gift recipient’s favorite store or restaurant. No real creativity required. Simple select an amount and purchase a Target, Macy’s, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starbuck&lt;/span&gt;’s gift card. They are light-weight, easy to mail, and simple to redeem. For those who insist on an actual physical gift-wrapped present, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; shopping is still a good option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Someday Soon&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;Gift-giving becomes a super efficient, direct financial deposit with automatic email notification: “You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; Got Gifts!” The credited gift account sends an electronic “thank you” and eliminates the need for messy human contact. What could be easier? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2r8BejazgI/AAAAAAAAH-k/R9DBDyO_aFo/s1600-h/giving+a+gift+bright+flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2r8BejazgI/AAAAAAAAH-k/R9DBDyO_aFo/s1600/giving+a+gift+bright+flip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434433002687614466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2r8BejazgI/AAAAAAAAH-k/R9DBDyO_aFo/s320/giving+a+gift+bright+flip.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 320px; margin-top: 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It’s easy to confuse the item we &lt;em&gt;call&lt;/em&gt; a gift for the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; gift. The gift is not the gift. &lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;are the gift. The tangible gift item is nothing more than a legitimate excuse to make contact with another human being. Alone it means nothing. You are indispensable in the act of gift-giving. Without you, there is no gift, just the exchange of money or commodities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; make the gift you give &lt;em&gt;“sacred” &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;“sacred”&lt;/em&gt; gifts are the only gifts worth giving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Which is greater, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gold or the temple &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that makes the gold sacred?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Which is more important, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the gift or the altar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that makes the gift sacred?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;________________ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;em&gt;"Gift Cards: The Lure of Plastic",&lt;/em&gt; In Depth Economy, CBS News, Last Updated: Friday, December 5, 2008 2:49 PM &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ET&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://(http//www.cbc.ca/consumer/story/2008/12/01/f-giftcards.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/consumer/story/2008/12/01/f-giftcards.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;http://www.cbc.ca/consumer/story/2008/12/01/f-giftcards.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[2] This quote appeared in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; CBS article &lt;em&gt;"Gift Cards: The Lure of Plastic"&lt;/em&gt; dated December 10, 2007 and replaced, in the updated article, with: "The most successful gift card in North America may be the one offered by Starbucks. The company estimates 10 per cent of all the caffeine hits served up by its North American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;baristas&lt;/span&gt; is paid for by gift cards. It's also the only retailer that will let you use your gift card to buy another for someone else." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-4868593203381484176?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4868593203381484176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=4868593203381484176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4868593203381484176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4868593203381484176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/matthew-23.html' title='&quot;Plastic Love&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2r7tEmjb4I/AAAAAAAAH-U/sBBDWTv5Nig/s72-c/gift+card+2a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7532303018278695163</id><published>2012-01-31T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T04:58:42.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Watch Out for Respectable Liars"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434083862674519058" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2m-e2pltBI/AAAAAAAAH-M/jbu_JEKN97Q/s400/fingers+crossed+3a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 295px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 274px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 22.16 NAS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“And they sent their disciples to Him, along with the Herodians, saying, ‘Teacher, we know that &lt;strong&gt;You are truthful and teach the way of God in truth, and defer to no one; for You are not partial to any&lt;/strong&gt;.’ ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How nice these people were to pay such kind tribute to Jesus. The Son of God must have appreciated their attention to etiquette and enjoyed their lavish compliments. These &lt;em&gt;“disciples… along with the Herodians”&lt;/em&gt; prefaced their conversation with the customary praise due a man of Jesus’ caliber. They bowed. They smiled. They deferred to the Master. These men were leaders. They were role-models. They were intelligent. They were respectable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;They were liars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus saw through their façade instantly.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Yeshua &lt;/em&gt;[Jesus]&lt;em&gt;, however, knowing their malicious intent, said,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;‘You hypocrites! Why are you trying to trap me?’ ”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 22.18 CJB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Here’s an important revelation. People lie. Beware when they say too many very nice things about you. You may be tempted to believe them. That could be a huge mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“A malicious man disguises himself with his lips, but in his heart he harbors deceit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Though his speech is charming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not believe him&lt;/strong&gt;…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Proverbs 26.24-25a NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-7532303018278695163?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7532303018278695163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7532303018278695163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7532303018278695163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7532303018278695163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/faade.html' title='&quot;Watch Out for Respectable Liars&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2m-e2pltBI/AAAAAAAAH-M/jbu_JEKN97Q/s72-c/fingers+crossed+3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-933247623121291217</id><published>2012-01-30T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:36:57.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Old Donkeys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 21.4-7 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433641550239970306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2gsM4bbNAI/AAAAAAAAH-E/q-QcMqnXUWI/s400/donkeys+5+flip.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 398px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This took place to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet: ‘Say to the Daughter of Zion, “See, &lt;strong&gt;your king comes to you&lt;/strong&gt;, gentle and &lt;strong&gt;riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey&lt;/strong&gt;.” ’ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The disciples&lt;/strong&gt; went and did as Jesus had instructed them. They brought &lt;strong&gt;the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat on them&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The event known as “The Triumphal Entry” of Jesus in Jerusalem is described in all four Gospels.[1] There are key similarities and differences in each account. Note, for example, that all four Gospel writers quote portions of the same verse from the minor prophet Zechariah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Shout in triumph, O daughter of Jerusalem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Behold, your king is coming to you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;He is just and endowed with salvation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Humble, and mounted on a donkey, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;ven on a colt, the foal of a donkey.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zechariah 9.9 NASB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Interestingly, Matthew is the only Gospel writer who has Jesus with two, not one donkey. All four Gospels record Jesus with a “young donkey” or a “colt” (i.e., the young male offspring of a female donkey, also called a foal). However, in the Matthew passage alone, the disciples brought both “the donkey &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the colt, and laid their coats on them”. Matthew wrote his gospel to convince Jews that Jesus was the Messiah in fulfillment of Old Testament prophecy. His account is heavily sprinkled with Hebrew scriptures pointing to Jesus Christ. Critical scholars explain the ‘donkey’ distinction in this way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Matthew introduced a second donkey in his recounting of the Triumphal Entry in order to make this story better coincide with the prophesy of Zechariah. He ignored the obvious use of Hebrew poetic parallelism[2] and invented the second donkey to offer even more support to his ‘Jesus is the Messiah’ position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This opinion presumes that Matthew was ignorant of the use of poetic parallelism in the Hebrew scriptures which, of course, is unlikely for an educated, first century Jewish man . All four Gospel accounts of the Triumphal Entry can be easily reconciled in this way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R57NaahIfsI/AAAAAAAACAc/X9Ae5x8SkAw/s1600-h/donkeys+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Zechariah used poetic parallelism in his description of the Messiah’s appearance. Jesus would come “mounted on a donkey,... [which is] a colt, [otherwise known as] the foal of a donkey”. There is just one donkey in Zechariah’s prophesy, not two. (Note: Every “colt, the foal of a donkey” is, in fact, a donkey. But not every donkey is a “colt” or a “foal”.) Jesus instructed the disciples to bring Him a “colt… on which on one yet has ever sat” (Mark 11.2; Luke 19.30). That’s exactly what the disciples did as all four Gospels record. Matthew provides the additional information implied by the other two Synoptic writers and John. The donkey was just barely old enough to carry a burden but still too young to be without its mother. For that reason Jesus told the disciples to bring both donkeys, as Matthew indicated. In choosing to mount a young donkey “on which no one yet has ever sat”, Jesus symbolically established Himself as a the leader of a new thing God was doing in the culture of His day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am an old mother donkey with a few colts to my name. I helped carry the Gospel message to a generation past. New younger Christian men and women will bring Christ to the next generation. These believers still need their mothers in Christ. We are not forgotten. We may join in the celebration and walk along beside the foals. But old donkeys must pass the mantle of supernatural gifting to the backs of young colts who will bear the burden of Christ from this time forward. These are the ones who will make a new and triumphal entry into the culture of our day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] “Triumphal Entry” Gospel parallels: Matthew 21.1-9 (and 21.14-16); Mark 11.1-10; Luke 19.28-40; John 12.12-19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[2] Parallelism is an Old Testament writing style using repetition to reinforce a point. There are two kinds of parallelism: 1) synonymous parallelism, “in which the second member repeats the content of the first in different words, e.g., ‘But his delight is in the law of Yahweh, / and in his law he meditates day and night’ (Psalm 1.2)” and 2) antithetical parallelism, “in which the second member illuminates the content of the first by means of a contrasting idea, e.g., ‘For Yahweh knows the way of the righteous, / but the way of the wicked will perish’ (Psalm 1.6)”. From &lt;u&gt;Introduction to the Old Testament&lt;/u&gt;, Georg Forher, Abingdon Press, 1968, p. 46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-933247623121291217?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/933247623121291217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=933247623121291217&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/933247623121291217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/933247623121291217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-donkeys.html' title='&quot;Old Donkeys&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2gsM4bbNAI/AAAAAAAAH-E/q-QcMqnXUWI/s72-c/donkeys+5+flip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3437509529451847747</id><published>2012-01-27T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:43:44.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enuresis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432196665796914946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2MKFibi7wI/AAAAAAAAH90/ZLphJmBIgOA/s400/11_1.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 301px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 20.26b-28 Complete Jewish Bible &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Among you, it must not be like that. On the contrary, whoever among you wants to be &lt;strong&gt;a leader must become your servant&lt;/strong&gt;, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve&lt;/strong&gt; — and to give his life as a ransom for many.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;John’s son had a problem with enuresis. “Enuresis (bed-wetting) is the term used for urinating while asleep. It is considered normal until at least age 6.”[1] But John’s boy, Tommy, was 9 and still wetting his bed every single night. The family referred to Tommy’s plastic diapers as “nighttime undies”, a term that caused less embarrassment to their son than “diapers”. John assumed Tommy would eventually outgrow bed-wetting and was not overly worried. However, Tommy’s age and the expense of Pull-ups caused John and his wife to reconsider their approach. “Perhaps we should take Tommy to the doctor”, John’s wife suggested. “I think they have medicine for this condition.” John agreed and mom arranged the appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Instead of “medicine”, the family physician gave Tommy’s parents a “treatment plan”[2]. John was surprised but caught on quickly. He discovered that most children who wet their beds are deep sleepers and have inherited small bladders. He knew his son was a deep sleeper and learned how to measure the size of Tommy’s bladder. Success with the “treatment plan” depended on serious and focused parental involvement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stop using diapers or plastic Pull-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Place a plastic cover on the mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Measure the size of your child’s bladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Encourage a lot of daytime fluids to stretch the bladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Limit fluids in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wake your child up to go to the bathroom during the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Teach the child to find the bathroom on his own after waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Improve access to the toilet with night lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have the child get up and change into dry pajamas if he wets the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Include the child in morning clean-up of wet bed clothes and sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Never tease, blame, or punish the child for bed-wetting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2MKKQD41SI/AAAAAAAAH98/TSJeel3k6Do/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432196746765194530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2MKKQD41SI/AAAAAAAAH98/TSJeel3k6Do/s400/13.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 321px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;John and his wife became active with the “treatment plan” and Tommy soon overcame bed-wetting without the use of medicine. Together, the parents and their son experienced a real victory and wonderful feelings of mutual respect and love. John is convinced Tommy would still be wearing “nighttime undies” if it were not for the treatment plan. The “he’ll outgrow it” approach can be code for an unwillingness to get involved. It took the sacrifice of a little research, thought, time, and energy to assist in their son’s success. But John and his wife did the right (parental) thing. John showed himself to be a &lt;em&gt;real “leader&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by becoming a “&lt;em&gt;servant” &lt;/em&gt;to his son, Tommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;“the Son of Man &lt;/em&gt;[who]&lt;em&gt; did not come to be served, but to serve&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;parents are sent by God to serve their children help them become successful in every area of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The amazing paintings on this post are entitled &lt;em&gt;"Sleeping Boy" &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;"Bed" &lt;/em&gt;(both oil on canvas, laid on board) and were created by Dublin born artist, Patrick Redmond, who studied at Dun Laoghaire Institute of Art, Design and Technology. You can view his incredible work at The Molesworth Gallery, 16 Molesworth Street, Dublin 2, Ireland (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.molesworthgallery.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.molesworthgallery.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;em&gt;“Bed-Wetting (Enuresis)”,&lt;/em&gt; Pediatric Advisor 2006.2, University of Michigan Health System, C. S. Mott Children’s Hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[2] You can locate excellent information on bed-wetting and a treatment program at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uofmhealth.org/health-library"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;http://www.uofmhealth.org/health-library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-3437509529451847747?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3437509529451847747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3437509529451847747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3437509529451847747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3437509529451847747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/matthew-20.html' title='&quot;Enuresis&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2MKFibi7wI/AAAAAAAAH90/ZLphJmBIgOA/s72-c/11_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7845326031910644302</id><published>2012-01-26T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:36:14.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is No Such Thing as a Compliant Warrior"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HOzL8d1MI/AAAAAAAAH9M/A94UlgH2lUQ/s1600-h/e-myth+revisited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HR2fF8qDI/AAAAAAAAH9k/jPGbuQMPqyo/s1600-h/the_e_myth_revisited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431853359575115826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HR2fF8qDI/AAAAAAAAH9k/jPGbuQMPqyo/s400/the_e_myth_revisited.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 365px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 343px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 19.8, 17b, 21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HOzL8d1MI/AAAAAAAAH9M/A94UlgH2lUQ/s1600-h/e-myth+revisited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Because of your hardness of heart &lt;strong&gt;Moses permitted you to divorce your wives&lt;/strong&gt;; but from the beginning it has not been this way.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“...if you wish to enter into life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep the commandments&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“...if you wish to be complete, &lt;strong&gt;go and sell your possessions and give to the poor&lt;/strong&gt;, and you will have treasure in heaven; and com, follow Me.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am intrigued by a line from Michael Gerber’s wonderful book on small business development entitled &lt;u&gt;The E-Myth Revisited&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Let me repeat once more that great quote by Don Juan in Carlos Castaneda’s &lt;u&gt;A Separate Peace:&lt;/u&gt; ‘The difference between a warrior and an ordinary man is that a warrior sees everything as a challenge, while an ordinary man sees everything as either a blessing or a curse.’ ”[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Carlos Castaneda’s “warrior” is an individual who accepts the challenge to make a difference in the world. An “ordinary man”, on the other hand, accepts his station in life with&amp;nbsp;passive neutrality. He may expertly clarify and define his circumstances, but he receives them as fated and without complaint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R5nad6hIffI/AAAAAAAAB-4/NCrywFAlVW8/s1600-h/e-myth+revisited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;there’s&lt;/em&gt; an interesting word… &lt;em&gt;complaint&lt;/em&gt;. Flip two letters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R5nWeKhIfeI/AAAAAAAAB-w/HTSGXe4D8to/s1600-h/e-myth+revisited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and you have nearly the opposite meaning… &lt;em&gt;compliant!&lt;/em&gt; A compliant person will not dare to register a complaint. Domineering leaders depend on compliance and feed off &lt;em&gt;“ordinary”&lt;/em&gt; people. They squash complainers with accusations of non-compliance while invoking divine authority for themselves. This may go down well with “an ordinary man” but the tactic will incense a “warrior”. There is no such thing as a compliant warrior. People who see “everything as a blessing or a curse”, will not engage the “challenge” of inserting change into the status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quo. They a&lt;/span&gt;re destined to be victims of their own circumstance. Trading stress for harmony, they acquiesce to greater powers without thought of making a difference in their worlds. Warriors embarrass ordinary people who long ago decided to give up the idealism that characterizes progress of the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HR54_tg3I/AAAAAAAAH9s/v3Fw2GlgG8s/s1600/strong.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431853418067886962" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HR54_tg3I/AAAAAAAAH9s/v3Fw2GlgG8s/s400/strong.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 299px; margin-top: 0px; width: 411px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Twice in chapter 19 of the gospel of Matthew, Jesus presented the ‘Ordinary Man – Warrior’ choice. First, to the Pharisees on the subject of divorce. Yes, the Law and &lt;em&gt;“Moses permitted divorce”,&lt;/em&gt; but there was a better way. An “ordinary man” will harden his heart and run to divorce as an easy way out of a difficult marital union. A “warrior” will contend for the success of his marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Jesus said, ‘Moses provided for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;divorce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;concession to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;your hardheartedness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but it is not part of God’s original plan.’ ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Matthew 19.8 The Message &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HO4lOuEOI/AAAAAAAAH9U/JBtY6SN-GTQ/s1600-h/Grovel+flip+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Next, in verses 16-26, Jesus offered the rich, young ruler the ‘Ordinary Man – Warrior’ choice. He assured the wealthy man of the inheritance of eternal life if he continued to keep the simple commandments not to murder, steal, lie, cheat on his wife, etc. The man’s record was clean but in asking, “What am I still lacking”, the rich guy betrayed unhappiness with his “ordinary” life. Jesus responded with an opportunity to join ranks with the warriors of the faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“If you are serious about reaching the goal, go and sell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;possessions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;give to the poor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;shall have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;riches in heaven. Then come, follow m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;e.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Matthew 19.21 Complete Jewish Bible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How do I trade in all remnants of my smug and “ordinary” existence for the faith-based life of a “warrior” for Christ? Recruit me, Jesus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;__________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;u&gt;E-Myth Revisited: Why Most Small Businesses Don’t Work and What to Do About It&lt;/u&gt;, Michael E. Gerber, Harper Collins, 1995. &lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-7845326031910644302?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7845326031910644302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7845326031910644302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7845326031910644302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7845326031910644302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-is-no-such-thing-as-compliant.html' title='&quot;There is No Such Thing as a Compliant Warrior&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2HR2fF8qDI/AAAAAAAAH9k/jPGbuQMPqyo/s72-c/the_e_myth_revisited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6747558903163200413</id><published>2012-01-25T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:40:01.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"An Imagination Stretcher"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431469874923310914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2B1EvcKD0I/AAAAAAAAH80/a_s-eZ9PkNM/s400/baby.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 18.10-11 NKJV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Take heed that you &lt;strong&gt;do not despise one of these little ones&lt;/strong&gt;, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I treasure the moments I have with my kids.&amp;nbsp;I still have two young children at home. Every day, I hold my youngest tightly and kiss her tiny cheek,&amp;nbsp;peer into her eyes and say, “You’re my little girl. I love you.” Who &lt;em&gt;wouldn’t&lt;/em&gt; love such an adorable, precious little thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Small children (especially mine)&amp;nbsp;are trusting, innocent, playful, and cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The context of the above passage of Scripture is all about children. In answer to their question about &lt;em&gt;“the greatest in the kingdom of heaven”&lt;/em&gt;, Jesus set a child before the disciples and explained: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Unless you are converted and become like children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Matthew 18.3 NASB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Lord strictly warned His followers against hurting children. According to Matthew 18.6, it would be better to &lt;em&gt;“be drowned in the depth of the sea”&lt;/em&gt; with a concrete block tied around their neck than to cause&lt;em&gt; “little ones… to stumble”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’ve always understood this Bible verse as a mandate to love my children unconditionally. That’s not hard for me. After all, I’m their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2B1o0-jbHI/AAAAAAAAH9E/1wNtAkHPFMA/s1600-h/homeless-bums-tramps4+borderless.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431470494885047410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2B1o0-jbHI/AAAAAAAAH9E/1wNtAkHPFMA/s400/homeless-bums-tramps4+borderless.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 392px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 303px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dad. God built me to love my kids. It’s all a part of His creative design... parents love their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But the last part of this scripture troubles me. &lt;em&gt;“For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost”.&lt;/em&gt;[1] My kids aren’t lost. Who was Jesus speaking about? Perhaps the object of Christ’s call to love reaches beyond&amp;nbsp;my children to include &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; children of &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; age.&amp;nbsp;Jesus may well have intended His followers to embrace humanity with the love of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Some of God’s kids are lost.&amp;nbsp;I can make a (positive or negative) difference. I can &lt;em&gt;“despise&lt;/em&gt; [snub, ignore, berate, judge, etc.]&lt;em&gt; one of these little ones”&lt;/em&gt; and help to secure their eternal lostness or, I can try to love all God’s children as Jesus did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The choice is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There are lots of ‘not-so-cute’ people out there. They’re not easy to love. Jesus loves them all the same. He loves the stinking, unshaven, elderly, homeless, overweight drunk looking for a handout as much as He loves my pure and innocent, precious little girl. I&amp;nbsp;cannot imagine holding that man tightly,&amp;nbsp;kissing his dirty cheek,&amp;nbsp;peering into his eyes, and saying with sincerity the way I do with my own children, “You are my brother. I love you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I need to stretch my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Early Greek manuscripts and some New Testament translations do not include verse 11: &lt;em&gt;“For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Photo of homeless man by&amp;nbsp;Tim Boucher. Child&amp;nbsp;photograph from&amp;nbsp;Iowa Alliance for Drug Endangered Children (&lt;a href="http://www.iowadec.net/"&gt;http://www.iowadec.net/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-6747558903163200413?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6747558903163200413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6747558903163200413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6747558903163200413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6747558903163200413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/imagination-stretcher.html' title='&quot;An Imagination Stretcher&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S2B1EvcKD0I/AAAAAAAAH80/a_s-eZ9PkNM/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2099143678697825727</id><published>2012-01-24T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:46:49.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Too Many Voices"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S18Xz4PhZpI/AAAAAAAAH8s/6xHCRwyY3Hw/s1600-h/silent_voices_2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431085855670363794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S18Xz4PhZpI/AAAAAAAAH8s/6xHCRwyY3Hw/s400/silent_voices_2.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 398px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 17.5 NASU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“While he&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[Peter]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;was still speaking, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and behold, a voice out of the cloud said, ‘This is My beloved Son, with whom I am well-pleased; &lt;strong&gt;listen to Him!&lt;/strong&gt;’ When the disciples heard this, they fell face down to the ground and were terrified. And Jesus came to them and touched them and said, &lt;strong&gt;‘Get up, and do not be afraid.’&lt;/strong&gt; ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Many voices compete for my attention. To whom will I listen? &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Despair&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “Give up. Things are never going to work out. You’ve given all you can. It’s time to quit.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Sin&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “You earned this. No one will ever find out. There’s nothing really that wrong with it anyway.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Bitterness&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “I can’t believe how they treated you! You deserve better. God will judge them for what they did to you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Fear&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “You cannot achieve what your dream. Turn back now before you make a bigger fool of yourself.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Resignation&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; "You’re tired. Take a rest. Let the younger (more called, more talented, more capable) ones take your place.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Confusion&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “You’ll never wrap your head around this one. It’s way too complicated for your simple mind.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Religion&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “There are many paths to God. All of them are right. Be a sincere and good person. You’ll get there if you keep trying.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Jealousy&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “That promotion belonged to you. You’re every bit as good. Better than that jerk for sure!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Impatience&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “They are so slow. They must be stupid. Don’t they know how busy you are. Tell them to hurry up!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Contention&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “What’s their problem? Can’t they see that there’s a better way... &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;way!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Voice of Jesus&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Get up, and do not be afraid.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Which voice will I listen to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“This is My beloved Son, with whom I am well-pleased; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen to Him!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I found this very cool image above at a blog post by Faris called &lt;em&gt;"Silent Voices" &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farisyakob.typepad.com/blog/2007/10/silent-voices.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://farisyakob.typepad.com/blog/2007/10/silent-voices.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;). It is his reworking of the cover of a Franz Ferdinand album&lt;em&gt; "You Can Have It So Much Better"&lt;/em&gt; designed by Matthew Cooper which itself reworks a famous 1924 photomontage by Russian Constructivist artist, Aleksandr Rodchenko. For more images and further information, check out &lt;em&gt;"Constructivism: the ism that just keeps givin'"&lt;/em&gt; by Patrick Burgoyne on the Creative Review blog at at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativereview.co.uk/cr-blog/2008/august/constructivism-the-ism-that-just-keeps-givin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.creativereview.co.uk/cr-blog/2008/august/constructivism-the-ism-that-just-keeps-givin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-2099143678697825727?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2099143678697825727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2099143678697825727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2099143678697825727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2099143678697825727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/many-voices.html' title='&quot;Too Many Voices&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S18Xz4PhZpI/AAAAAAAAH8s/6xHCRwyY3Hw/s72-c/silent_voices_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6182755931925459630</id><published>2012-01-23T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:18:48.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who Do You Say I Am?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S13OyTy65sI/AAAAAAAAH8k/wqfRbE4tvfY/s1600-h/138_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430724089381316290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S13OyTy65sI/AAAAAAAAH8k/wqfRbE4tvfY/s400/138_jesus.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 300px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 16.13-16 NIV&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, &lt;strong&gt;‘Who do people say the Son of Man is?’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They replied, ‘Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘But what about you?’&lt;/strong&gt; he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you say I am?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A good man? A trusted friend? A nice guy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A moral philosopher? The only way to heaven? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;you say I am?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do I actually say anything at all or do I depend on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;actions alone to influence others to follow Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Who do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;say I am?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Not what I read in a book or heard preached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;a pulpit. What is true inside of &lt;em&gt;me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Who do you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What flows from my lips when asked about faith in Christ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Is it guesswork or am I fully assured of what I believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Who do you say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;am?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;D0 I speak with more intelligence and familiarity about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Barak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Obama,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey, and Bill Gates than about &lt;em&gt;Jesus? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Who do you say I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know who Jesus &lt;em&gt;isn’t&lt;/em&gt;. But exactly who &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; He? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If I don’t know how will anyone else find out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;u&gt;WHO DO YOU SAY I AM?&lt;/u&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Always be ready to give a logical defense to anyone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;asks you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to account for the hope that is in you...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1st Peter 3.15 AMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-6182755931925459630?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6182755931925459630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6182755931925459630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6182755931925459630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6182755931925459630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-do-you-say-i-am.html' title='&quot;Who Do You Say I Am?&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S13OyTy65sI/AAAAAAAAH8k/wqfRbE4tvfY/s72-c/138_jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3813281881419895649</id><published>2012-01-20T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:08:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are We There Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1nSb8Zt6qI/AAAAAAAAH8E/P-3KM7OFcWk/s1600-h/redfigure-raised-hand+flip+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429602203284138658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1nSb8Zt6qI/AAAAAAAAH8E/P-3KM7OFcWk/s400/redfigure-raised-hand+flip+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 15.15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Message” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Peter said, “Explain the parable to us.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I don’t get it.&lt;/strong&gt; Put it in plain language.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Peter is the patron saint of the dense. He’s my kind of guy. Most of us &lt;em&gt;“don’t get it”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;quietly&lt;/u&gt;. But Peter blurts out his ignorance for all to hear, “I’m lost. Can you explain what you’re talking about?” Peter validates and encourages me. I now know it’s OK to admit, &lt;em&gt;“I don’t get it”.&lt;/em&gt; If Peter needed an explanation, why am I surprised that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I would rather &lt;em&gt;“get”&lt;/em&gt; everything. I hate to look stupid. I don’t want others to jeer and poke fun at my ignorance with snide remarks like, “Wake up and smell the coffee” or “Come to the party” or everyone’s favorite, “Duh”. But that’s the risk I take when, like Peter, I choose to display my unawareness for all to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Of course, there is an upside to this risk. Perhaps I will actually &lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; something. So, when the pain of ignorance becomes greater than the fear of reprisal, I may take the plunge and confess my reality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I don’t get it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put it in plain language.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My comprehension is limited. I only know a few things. I’m ever learning but never knowing it all. Always on the journey but never arriving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I grew up in a military home and my family moved constantly. (Thankfully, they never left me behind.) I actually attended three fifth grade classes in Massachusetts, Montana, and Germany. My parents and siblings and I took lots of trips. My memory of vacations and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relocations&lt;/span&gt; all blend together&amp;nbsp;now. We traveled by ship, plane, train, bus, subway, and car. I recall&amp;nbsp;few&amp;nbsp;destinations, but&amp;nbsp;frequent journeys and lots of sightseeing along the way. I often wondered (and pestered my parents with), “Are we there yet?” I’m still wondering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1nSi8FFlYI/AAAAAAAAH8M/BbaKgxTkVkI/s1600-h/403_question-mark+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Very little is crystal clear for me. I am a believer.&amp;nbsp; I subscribe to the basic tenants of the Christian faith. I know Jesus died for my sins and rose from the dead. I am assured that my eternal destiny is secure. I know I am aware that I have a&amp;nbsp;wonderful wife and family, a great job, and good health. I am overwhelmingly grateful for &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;these blessings. I know I am called to serve in the name of Christ. But that’s about it. I grasp very little beyond that. I am in constant need of divine explanations to human dilemmas, many of my own making. Thank God for a Savior who never wearies of my need to know and the example of&amp;nbsp;a disciple who overcame his shame and admitted his personal limitations…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Explain the parable to us.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“I don’t get it. Put it in plain language.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/27936658-3813281881419895649?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3813281881419895649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3813281881419895649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3813281881419895649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3813281881419895649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-we-there-yet.html' title='&quot;Are We There Yet?'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1nSb8Zt6qI/AAAAAAAAH8E/P-3KM7OFcWk/s72-c/redfigure-raised-hand+flip+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-1842223441952726097</id><published>2012-01-19T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:07:39.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In the Act of Sharing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 14.16, 19c-20a HCSB &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1htYrfl3wI/AAAAAAAAH78/XoFUchXw0u4/s1600/breaking+bread+bright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429209621554650882" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1htYrfl3wI/AAAAAAAAH78/XoFUchXw0u4/s400/breaking+bread+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“‘They don’t need to go away,’ Jesus told them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘You give them something to eat.’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;He broke the loaves and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds. Everyone ate and was filled.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Who fed the &lt;em&gt;“five thousand men”&lt;/em&gt; plus their &lt;em&gt;“women and children”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 21) with &lt;em&gt;“only five loaves and two fish”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 17)? Be careful. It’s a trick question and&amp;nbsp;the answer is not &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;‘Jesus’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus did not feed the crowd. His disciples did.&amp;nbsp;The followers of Jesus&amp;nbsp;fed the horde of hungry people! Jesus multiplied their efforts. He made it possible. He performed the miracle. But it was Christ’s followers who took the loaves of bread from Jesus and &lt;em&gt;“gave them to the crowds”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;These guys wanted Jesus to &lt;em&gt;“send the crowds away”&lt;/em&gt; (v.15). The disciples were hungry. The throng, they surmised, was ravenous. No one expected the Lord’s response...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; give them something to eat.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Not the grocer. Not the farmer. Not the local innkeeper. Not the government. Not even Jesus. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; take care of the need. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; feed thousands of hungry people. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; take what little provisions you have and &lt;em&gt;“bring them here to Me”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 18). He broke both loaves into at least 5,000 pieces and &lt;em&gt;“gave them to the disciples”.&lt;/em&gt; Somehow in the act of sharing there was enough. &lt;em&gt;“Everyone ate and was filled.”&lt;/em&gt; It was a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have no regard for the size of the need or the inadequacy of your supply. Give what you have to Jesus and expect a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; give them something to eat.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/27936658-1842223441952726097?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1842223441952726097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=1842223441952726097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/1842223441952726097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/1842223441952726097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/act-of-sharing.html' title='&quot;In the Act of Sharing&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1htYrfl3wI/AAAAAAAAH78/XoFUchXw0u4/s72-c/breaking+bread+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6529017145872267998</id><published>2012-01-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:14:06.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Worthless Piece of Dirt?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 13.44 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1czf8bY-dI/AAAAAAAAH70/Bm9TGKLjz4Y/s1600-h/digging+a+bright+gold.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428864499708393938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1czf8bY-dI/AAAAAAAAH70/Bm9TGKLjz4Y/s1600/digging+a+bright+gold.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;When a man found it, he hid it again, and then &lt;strong&gt;in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The man in Jesus’ parable of the hidden treasure sold everything to purchase what others deemed a worthless parcel of dirt. His neighbors wondered, “What does he see in that old field of weeds?” The wise man saw beneath the surface. This ground was far more than a collection of rocks and rubble. It held the promise of unimaginable wealth. He would dig, get dirty, go deep, and find the treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Did you ever think of yourself as dirty, worthless, without value? Jesus thinks otherwise. He discovered&lt;em&gt; “treasure hidden”&lt;/em&gt; inside of you. His Father in Heaven placed it there before you were even conceived. In fact, God &lt;em&gt;“knew you”&lt;/em&gt; and chose you as His own long before He &lt;em&gt;“formed you in the womb” &lt;/em&gt;(Jeremiah 1.5). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Son of God may have found you lying dormant beside the road of life. He stopped to investigate. He dug beneath the surface and unearthed the treasure God placed there. Jesus loved what He saw in you. He found His fortune there. It’s the &lt;em&gt;“the kingdom of God is within you”&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 17.21). Like the man in His parable, &lt;em&gt;“in his joy”&lt;/em&gt; Jesus &lt;em&gt;“sold all he had”&lt;/em&gt; to purchase the field. He shed His blood and gave His life for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What does Jesus see in a dirty, useless parcel of ground&amp;nbsp;like me?” He sees &lt;em&gt;plenty&lt;/em&gt;. He gave everything He had for me. He sold Himself to procure me. Jesus &lt;em&gt;“bought&lt;/em&gt; [me] &lt;em&gt;with his own blood” &lt;/em&gt;(Acts 20.28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“But we have this treasure in earthen vessels,…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2nd Corinthians 4.7 NKJV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Guard, through the Holy Spirit who dwells in us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the treasure which has been entrusted to you.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2nd Timothy 1.14 NAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There’s a &lt;em&gt;“treasure hidden”&lt;/em&gt; inside of each one of us. We have value beyond measure to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In Jesus' parable of the hidden treasure, the hearers of His words are the ones who must sell all they have to obtain the treasure of God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is&amp;nbsp;the apparent and plain meaning of the text.&amp;nbsp;However, Jesus clearly demonstrates the thrust of this parable in all His interactions with the object of His devotion, which, of course, is all of humanity. We are His treasure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-6529017145872267998?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6529017145872267998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6529017145872267998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6529017145872267998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6529017145872267998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-are-gods-treasure.html' title='&quot;Worthless Piece of Dirt?&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1czf8bY-dI/AAAAAAAAH70/Bm9TGKLjz4Y/s72-c/digging+a+bright+gold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5885940991519429288</id><published>2012-01-17T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:25:54.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Personal Something Greater"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhYE5uCwGrQ/TxbV092PWyI/AAAAAAAAJMk/2JJcjgdCSp0/s1600/ancient-architecture-raymer-278456-lw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" border="0" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhYE5uCwGrQ/TxbV092PWyI/AAAAAAAAJMk/2JJcjgdCSp0/s1600/ancient-architecture-raymer-278456-lw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 12.42 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“The Queen of the South… came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and behold, &lt;strong&gt;something greater than Solomon is here&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I once&amp;nbsp;dreamt I was driving on a gray, cold, rainy day. I pulled into fast and heavy traffic on a four lane road. The window wipers suddenly stopped working. The defroster would not clear the windshield. I&amp;nbsp;was not wearing my&amp;nbsp;seat belt and I could not slow down or stop&amp;nbsp;the car. The peril of my dilemma became rapidly apparent. I was driving at least 65 miles an hour in the left lane inches from oncoming traffic… and I could not see where I was going! Horns were honking and I was seconds from a crash that would kill myself and others. I panicked and screamed, “Jesus! Help me!” Then I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In my dream I needed &lt;em&gt;“something greater”&lt;/em&gt; than myself. I was driving toward destruction, &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt;. Without divine intervention, I was doomed. On the brink of disaster and desperate for someone to rescue me, I cried out for help from &lt;em&gt;“something greater”&lt;/em&gt; than me. In my sleep I instantly and instinctively knew who that was. Jesus is my personal &lt;em&gt;“something greater”&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;em&gt;“The Queen of the South”&lt;/em&gt; came from the land of &lt;em&gt;“Sheba”&lt;/em&gt; which may have been located in southern part of the Arabian Peninsula or the regions of Ethiopia. Pictured above are the Pillars of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sabaean&lt;/span&gt; moon-god temple in the desert near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marib&lt;/span&gt;, Yemen, which some believe to be part of the kingdom ruled by the Qeen of Sheba&amp;nbsp;recorded in both the Bible and the Koran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This gorgeous photograph was shot by Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raymer&lt;/span&gt; on assignment for, but not published in, "North Yemen," August 1979, National Geographic magazine (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/wallpaper/ancient-architecture-raymer_pod_image.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/wallpaper/ancient-architecture-raymer_pod_image.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Queen’s quest, recorded in 1st Kings 10.1-13 and 1st Chronicles 9.1-12, was to verify reports the greatness of Solomon and discover for herself his vast wisdom. What she found at Solomon’s home in Jerusalem was &lt;em&gt;“something &lt;/em&gt;[even]&lt;em&gt; greater”&lt;/em&gt; than she expected. In fact, it took her breath away: &lt;em&gt;“There was no more spirit in her” &lt;/em&gt;(1st Kings 10.5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5885940991519429288?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5885940991519429288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5885940991519429288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5885940991519429288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5885940991519429288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-personal-something-greater.html' title='&quot;My Personal Something Greater&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhYE5uCwGrQ/TxbV092PWyI/AAAAAAAAJMk/2JJcjgdCSp0/s72-c/ancient-architecture-raymer-278456-lw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6296372802667611005</id><published>2012-01-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:03:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In Honor of Dr. King"</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1R3GLUABQI/AAAAAAAAH6E/0vcdG4X9Jeo/s1600-h/martin+luther+king.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428094398887888130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1R3GLUABQI/AAAAAAAAH6E/0vcdG4X9Jeo/s400/martin+luther+king.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING DAY&lt;/u&gt;: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. is considered one of the greatest Americans who ever lived. He showed courage and had the&amp;nbsp;conviction to stand up for a dream he believed in. Dr. King shared his dream for all the world to hear 49 years ago, August 28th, 1963. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1732754907698549493"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1732754907698549493&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-6296372802667611005?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6296372802667611005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6296372802667611005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6296372802667611005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6296372802667611005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-honor-of-dr-king.html' title='&quot;In Honor of Dr. King&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1R3GLUABQI/AAAAAAAAH6E/0vcdG4X9Jeo/s72-c/martin+luther+king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-4196154772726178194</id><published>2012-01-16T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:04:40.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Reality of You-Know-Where"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 11.23a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wuest Expanded NT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1SVRH9FSoI/AAAAAAAAH6k/fDC9IZoG3EU/s1600/hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428127572313852546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1SVRH9FSoI/AAAAAAAAH6k/fDC9IZoG3EU/s1600/hell.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And as for you, &lt;strong&gt;Capernaum&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will not be exalted as far as heaven, will you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be caused to descend even to the depths &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of misery and disgrace in the unseen world,…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If your name is Capernaum, you might take offense at the words of Jesus. In plainer English, the Contemporary English Version translates this verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“People of Capernaum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;do you think you will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;honored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;in heaven? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will go down to hell!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus never took a class in “Proper Etiquette for Aspiring Young Messiah’s”.&amp;nbsp;Threats of damnation never have been&amp;nbsp;effective in building a loyal following. Nobody wants to hear words like &lt;em&gt;“hell”&lt;/em&gt;, or told&amp;nbsp;they are going there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In my home, even terms like “stupid” or “darn” are off limits. If I ever even &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt; to utter “Go to hell” the wrath of my wife would rise with the fury of you-know-where. Once I said “damn” while working on a project that wasn’t going well. My son,&amp;nbsp;8 years old at the time,&amp;nbsp;apparently overheard me. Pointing at me with tears squirting from his eyes, Robert cried, “You said a bad word!” I was so ashamed. My wife has taught us well. There is no need for words (or attitudes) like these in the home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yet Jesus threw etiquette to the wind with His unpopular denunciation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You will go down to hell!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nothing about the text implies a softness in His voice or manner as He passed decisive judgment on the &lt;em&gt;“people of Capernaum”&lt;/em&gt;. Jesus loved the people of this small town on the northern shore of the Sea of Galilee. Clearly our Lord was worried for their eternal future and delivered His indictment with grave concern over the fate of the people He cared for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1SVRH9FSoI/AAAAAAAAH6k/fDC9IZoG3EU/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This, of course, is completely unlike my attitude whenever I have said (or thought), “Go to hell”. Jesus used bad words for a positive purpose.&amp;nbsp;I do not.&amp;nbsp;My attitude is irritation, discontent, and resignation. Jesus said bad words to convey love, concern, and caution. You could say &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; bad words are actual grounds for &lt;em&gt;His! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I admire about Jesus is His absolute disregard for the etiquette of His day. He was not politically correct. His was not a policy of appeasement. Today it considered impolite in cultured society (except as slang) to even &lt;em&gt;whisper&lt;/em&gt; words like “hell”, “sin”, or “eternal damnation”. Try it and you will quickly learn the meaning of other words like “ostracize”, “weirdo”, and “friendless”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, if I adopted the attitude of Christ and learned to love the &lt;em&gt;“people of Capernaum” &lt;/em&gt;(or Portland, Beaverton, Tigard, or Hillsboro) as Jesus does, would I risk my reputation, as Jesus did,&amp;nbsp;and warn them of the reality of a place Jesus wants everyone to avoid?&lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-4196154772726178194?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4196154772726178194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=4196154772726178194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4196154772726178194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4196154772726178194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-of-you-know-where.html' title='&quot;The Reality of You-Know-Where&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1SVRH9FSoI/AAAAAAAAH6k/fDC9IZoG3EU/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-925060945970566242</id><published>2012-01-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:46:26.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Can't Hide the Truth"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctAw2RzI/AAAAAAAAH5s/3mu3JjOwy8A/s1600/2009-02-09-denial+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427009848094377778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctAw2RzI/AAAAAAAAH5s/3mu3JjOwy8A/s400/2009-02-09-denial+1.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 293px; margin-top: 0px; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctAw2RzI/AAAAAAAAH5s/3mu3JjOwy8A/s1600-h/2009-02-09-denial+1.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 10.26-27 NIV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R4ee4_kgJoI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/l1hCMPOLFeg/s1600-h/see+no+evil+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“So &lt;strong&gt;do not be afraid&lt;/strong&gt; of them. There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nothing good comes from a lie. No matter how we spin our version, the truth is still the truth. There’s no running from it or refuting it. Sometimes truth hurts. It can be brutal. We may wish it away and cover it with insulating layers of denial but it remains what it is… the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A woman called me because she was having marital issues. She needed someone to talk to. I agreed to meet with her and encouraged her to bring her husband along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CdExTX2DI/AAAAAAAAH58/0_FgZC9QMeE/s1600-h/2009-02-09-denial+2.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CdExTX2DI/AAAAAAAAH58/0_FgZC9QMeE/s1600/2009-02-09-denial+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427010256261077042" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CdExTX2DI/AAAAAAAAH58/0_FgZC9QMeE/s400/2009-02-09-denial+2.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 292px; margin-top: 0px; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“I can’t do that”, she said. “He must not know we talked.” “Why not?”, I replied. “He does not know that I know what he’s been up to. If he knew I knew, he would divorce me.” I explained that my goal was to help her marriage and that speaking to me privately about “his problem”, whatever that was, would create an implied collusion between us and against him. That would only make matters worse for the marriage when he did find out. It is unhealthy and ultimately impossible to keep a secret in a marriage. Besides, he deserves the right to share his side of the story. Additionally, to withhold crucial information about what she knew of his behavior meant the relationship was based partly on a lie. Yes, it would be risky to expose the truth. He might get angry and threaten to quit the marriage. But wouldn’t that better than living a lie? Sometimes you have to risk what you have to get what you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctfUG_SI/AAAAAAAAH50/nTG2sQtTQ-0/s1600-h/2009-02-09-denial+3.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She decided not to meet with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctfUG_SI/AAAAAAAAH50/nTG2sQtTQ-0/s1600/2009-02-09-denial+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427009856295337250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctfUG_SI/AAAAAAAAH50/nTG2sQtTQ-0/s400/2009-02-09-denial+3.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 292px; margin-top: 0px; width: 292px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We must not be afraid of the consequences of truth. Ultimately, what we work hard to conceal will &lt;em&gt;“be disclosed”&lt;/em&gt; and what we try to hide will &lt;em&gt;“be made known”.&lt;/em&gt; What Jesus tells you &lt;em&gt;“in the dark”&lt;/em&gt;–ness of your prayer closet, &lt;em&gt;“speak in the daylight”.&lt;/em&gt; What He whispers &lt;em&gt;“in your ear, proclaim from the roofs”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do not be afraid”.&lt;/em&gt; Trust Christ. Take a risk. Tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The hilarious cartoon in this post is entitled &lt;em&gt;"Denial" &lt;/em&gt;by Tom Vencel, artist and freelance flash game maker, who was kind enough to grant me permission to display his cartoon here. Check out Tom's amazing work at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ninjadoodle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.ninjadoodle.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. You'll be glad you did. &lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-925060945970566242?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/925060945970566242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=925060945970566242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/925060945970566242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/925060945970566242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/refusal-to-acknowledge-truth-does-not.html' title='&quot;You Can&apos;t Hide the Truth&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S1CctAw2RzI/AAAAAAAAH5s/3mu3JjOwy8A/s72-c/2009-02-09-denial+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-495323512449578345</id><published>2012-01-12T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:53:03.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Too Embarrassed to Post"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 9.27-30a “The Message” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S09V3nb5CdI/AAAAAAAAH5k/ZtPSTonaQVo/s1600-h/closed+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426650489971870162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S09V3nb5CdI/AAAAAAAAH5k/ZtPSTonaQVo/s400/closed+eye.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 244px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 309px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“As Jesus left the house, he was followed by two blind men crying out, &lt;strong&gt;‘Mercy, Son of David! Mercy on us!’&lt;/strong&gt; When Jesus got home, the blind men went in with him. Jesus said to them, ‘Do you really believe I can do this?’ They said, ‘Why, yes, Master!’ He touched their eyes and said, &lt;strong&gt;‘Become what you believe.’&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It happened. They saw.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There are a few holes in my profession of faith. I do not always act in accordance with my system of beliefs. The way I live does not perfectly match up to the standards I set for myself and others. To this reality Jesus offers a simple solution…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Become what you believe.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My response to this text is similar to the blind men: ‘Jesus, have mercy on me’. Jesus meets me where I’m at: &lt;em&gt;“Do you really believe I can do this?”&lt;/em&gt; That&amp;nbsp;is a trick question. It’s another way of asking, ‘Do you really want this?’ or ‘Don’t waste My time if you don’t mean business!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The test of sincerity forces a obvious issue… ‘Do I have enough faith to act in accordance with my request?’ The blind men could have remained blind even after Jesus healed them. They could have refused to open their eyes! Lest you think that is absurd, ask yourself, ‘Have I ever closed my eyes to the truth? Have I ever refused to see the obvious?’ Even spiritually blind people have choices. They must open the eyes of their heart and ‘become what they believe’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S09VQlTEwSI/AAAAAAAAH5c/zBxz87oZmhU/s1600-h/closed+eye+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S09VQlTEwSI/AAAAAAAAH5c/zBxz87oZmhU/s1600/closed+eye+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649819383120162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S09VQlTEwSI/AAAAAAAAH5c/zBxz87oZmhU/s400/closed+eye+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 295px; margin-top: 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have a special request of the Lord this morning. It’s an old one. I’ve asked before. It’s a noble desire. I am certain that God wills what I want. But I don’t yet have it. I’m frankly too embarrassed to publicly post my prayer request. But I will tell you where the request is hidden. I have written it on the last page in my Bible just before the maps section, on page 1073 of my Zondervan NASB. I carry this Bible with me most places I go. If you really want to know what I am too embarrassed to post, you can look there. I give you permission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My cry for Christ’s mercy reveals a big blind spot for me. Do I truly believe He can do this thing for me? Can I honestly say with other blind men who need Jesus, &lt;em&gt;“Why, yes, Master!”&lt;/em&gt; If so, I should open my eyes and do what my Master says…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Become what you believe.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I originally posted this blog entry on January 14, 2010 after years of prayer.&amp;nbsp; My prayer was eventually&amp;nbsp;answered, in a way I never anticipated or predicted and through no effort of my own.&amp;nbsp; It was an absolute gift from God that happened in&amp;nbsp;mid 2011 which I did not deserve but freely received.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-495323512449578345?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/495323512449578345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=495323512449578345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/495323512449578345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/495323512449578345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-embarrassed-to-post.html' title='&quot;Too Embarrassed to Post&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S09V3nb5CdI/AAAAAAAAH5k/ZtPSTonaQVo/s72-c/closed+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7513725193446472335</id><published>2012-01-11T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:45:03.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus Asleep on the Job?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03uxCF6qiI/AAAAAAAAH4M/oGtGLGUWGvI/s1600-h/normal_Fender-59-Bassman.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 8.23-27 NIV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03uxCF6qiI/AAAAAAAAH4M/oGtGLGUWGvI/s1600/normal_Fender-59-Bassman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426255652194003490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03uxCF6qiI/AAAAAAAAH4M/oGtGLGUWGvI/s1600/normal_Fender-59-Bassman.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[Jesus]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; into the boat and his disciples followed him. Without warning, a furious storm came up on the lake, &lt;strong&gt;so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;. The disciples went and woke him, saying, ‘Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!’ He replied, &lt;strong&gt;‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’&lt;/strong&gt; Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The men were amazed and asked, ‘What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;!’ ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A decision to follow Jesus does not come with a safe passage warranty, especially when you follow Him into a boat. Storms happen. They happen to followers of Christ and everyone else. The disciples were in trouble. Jesus was near but inactive. Overcome by slumber, He expected His disciples to weather the storm on their own. The Lord chastised them for waking Him: &lt;em&gt;“You of little faith, why are you so afraid?”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The tempest was of no concern to Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Followers of Christ must face death alone, without Christ’s direct intervention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I feel alone. I wish Jesus would miraculously calm the seas of tribulation and guarantee an uneventful journey. Jesus has a different plan. He expects me to trust Him in dark and turbulent times, &lt;em&gt;by myself&lt;/em&gt;. Christ is nearby but asleep. And why &lt;em&gt;not?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; knows there’s nothing to worry about. Jesus can afford a nap. &lt;em&gt;I’m&lt;/em&gt; awake. &lt;em&gt;I’m&lt;/em&gt; worried. Apparently, I must find faith and learn to face my own demise with courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03weSt6zcI/AAAAAAAAH4s/craEtshFj4A/s1600-h/clapton-is-god-788339.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I read an amazing book by one of the world’s greatest bluesmen: &lt;u&gt;Clapton – The Autobiography&lt;/u&gt;. I’ve always admired what Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, and Stevie Ray Vaughn could do with a Fender Stratocaster. They possessed an amazing and rare gift. I’ve listened to a lot of Clapton music (Yardbirds, Bluesbreakers, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos) and couldn’t wait to get an insider’s look at this man’s life. I found out my musical hero was more than a virtuoso. He was an addict. Clapton seriously abused sex, heroin, and alcohol and nearly ruined his life. In 1982, at the age of 38, Eric finally admitted he had a problem and became willing to enter an alcohol treatment center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“On the flight over I drank the plane dry, so terrified was I that I might never be able to drink again. This is the most common fear of alcoholics. In the lowest moments of my life, the only reason I didn’t commit suicide was that I knew I wouldn’t be able to drink anymore if I was dead. It was the only thing I thought was worth living for, and the idea that people were about to try and remove me from alcohol was so terrible that I drank and drank and drank, and they had to practically carry me into the clinic”.[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03v5jylC9I/AAAAAAAAH4k/7IlmYG64yPg/s1600-h/vERIC-CLAPTON-AUTOBIOGRAPHY-HARDCOVER-.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426256898190281682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03v5jylC9I/AAAAAAAAH4k/7IlmYG64yPg/s400/vERIC-CLAPTON-AUTOBIOGRAPHY-HARDCOVER-.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Clapton was afraid. Afraid to die and lose what he had come to depend upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03vSkVt_aI/AAAAAAAAH4c/Z8zFghyYn8k/s1600-h/vERIC-CLAPTON-AUTOBIOGRAPHY-HARDCOVER-.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What am I afraid to lose? My income? My habits? My job? My house? My safety? My sex life? My favorite foods? My new IPOD? Why do I cling to this temporal existence as if it had eternal value? So &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; if the waves wash over me and sink my boat? So &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; if I drown? Is that all bad? Have I not gained more than I lost? Must I limit myself to a &lt;em&gt;“little faith”?&lt;/em&gt; Must I be &lt;em&gt;“so afraid”? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I always admired Eric Clapton for his amazing musical ability. I now admire him for his ruthless honesty. His autobiography gives me permission and courage to look more honestly at myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;u&gt;Clapton – The Autobiography&lt;/u&gt;, Eric Clapton, Broadway Books, 2007, p. 198. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Image at the top left of the 1959 Fender Bassman tube amplifier and Fender Sunburst Stratocaster guitar is from Free Guitar Desktop Wallpaper at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justguitars.org/Free-Guitar-Desktop-Wallpaper"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.justguitars.org/Free-Guitar-Desktop-Wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7513725193446472335?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7513725193446472335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7513725193446472335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7513725193446472335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7513725193446472335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/jesus-asleep-on-job.html' title='&quot;Jesus Asleep on the Job?&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S03uxCF6qiI/AAAAAAAAH4M/oGtGLGUWGvI/s72-c/normal_Fender-59-Bassman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-4133533888866904982</id><published>2012-01-10T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:17:05.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Couch May Kill You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 7.21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Not everyone who calls out to me, ‘Lord! Lord!’ will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only those who actually do the will of my Father in heaven will enter.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am in dangerously close proximity to an instrument of my own death. It’s not a gun. I do not own a gun. Neither is it the kitchen knife, poisonous pills, or a lethal injection. Yet, the cause of my death may be closer than I think. According to Trice Whitefield, senior analyst for the Center for Consumer Freedom in Washington, D.C., I am actually sitting on the apparatus that could kill me… &lt;em&gt;my couch! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“The growing epidemic of physical inactivity and its related disease are such a significant problem that U.S. doctors have coined a new term: Sedentary Death Syndrome. As the third leading cause of death, it claims the lives of 250,000 Americans each year. Basically, your couch is more likely to kill you than either a stroke or an accident.”[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am active mentally, but&amp;nbsp;much of my cerebral activity takes place on my family room recliner. I read my Bible, write, email, blog, make phone calls, plan my day, compose letters, watch videos, entertain guests, and talk with my family, all from this sacred Mecca for the seat. I would rather be on my couch than just about any other place in this world. The only other single place I spend &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; time is my bed. Couple that fact with the hours each week I sit behind the wheel in my car or in front of a computer at the office and I am a candidate for Sedentary Death Syndrome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t warned. Even my sofa’s label sounds perilous to my health… Lazy Boy®. No false advertising there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0yn-VR5DaI/AAAAAAAAH4E/Vqa3AXokTcc/s1600/sleeping+on+sofa+2+bright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425896340380519842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0yn-VR5DaI/AAAAAAAAH4E/Vqa3AXokTcc/s1600/sleeping+on+sofa+2+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus gave the same notice. I found His warning label this morning in the gospel of Matthew, chapter 7. Apparently, it takes more than spiritual &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; to get you to heaven. It takes spiritual activity. You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got to &lt;em&gt;“actually &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt;” &lt;/em&gt;something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Not everyone who calls out to me, ‘Lord! Lord!’ will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Only those who &lt;strong&gt;actually do&lt;/strong&gt; the will of my Father in heaven will enter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can talk from the comfort of my beloved Lazy Boy®, but I cannot feed the hungry, meet a stranger, clothe the naked, visit the sick, or touch a prisoner from a reclined position. There is a difference between shaking a hand and entering a chat room, between serving food at a local shelter and sending an on-line check to a favorite charity. For some hard words on this subject review Matthew 25.41-43. Jesus makes faith-filled action, not half-hearted words or cheap talk, the criteria for entrance into&lt;em&gt; “the Kingdom of Heaven”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If comfort, security, and predictability are most important to me, then I will die spiritually. I understand my eternal destiny is secured by faith in Jesus Christ and His atoning sacrifice for my sins. The Bible says, &lt;em&gt;“But as many as received Him&lt;/em&gt; [Jesus]&lt;em&gt;, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name”&lt;/em&gt; (John 1.12). I &lt;em&gt;further &lt;/em&gt;understand that my faith in Christ is proven&amp;nbsp;real when I take action to get up and do&amp;nbsp;what He says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Anyone who doesn&lt;/em&gt;’&lt;em&gt;t breathe is dead, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faith that doesn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t do anything is just as dead! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;James 2.26 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CEV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sedentary Death Syndrome is both a physical &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a spiritual threat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;em&gt;“A Healthy Diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t Mean You Are: Food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t the be-all – you can be killed by your couch”,&lt;/em&gt; Trice Whitefield, The Sunday Oregonian, January 6, 2008, section E, page 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The painting of the girl asleep on a sofa is by Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beerhorst&lt;/span&gt;. Check out and purchase his amazing work at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://studiobeerhorst.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://studiobeerhorst.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-4133533888866904982?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4133533888866904982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=4133533888866904982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4133533888866904982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4133533888866904982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/sedentary-death-syndrome.html' title='&quot;Your Couch May Kill You&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0yn-VR5DaI/AAAAAAAAH4E/Vqa3AXokTcc/s72-c/sleeping+on+sofa+2+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5788973906583839225</id><published>2012-01-09T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:06:54.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"After This Manner Therefore Pray Ye..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0tdZWHZcGI/AAAAAAAAH30/jjoyl5kqgtQ/s1600-h/noah+webster+2R.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425532866112614498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0tdZWHZcGI/AAAAAAAAH30/jjoyl5kqgtQ/s400/noah+webster+2R.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 341px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 6.9-13 Webster &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;After this manner therefore pray ye:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Our Father who art in heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Hallowed be thy name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Thy kingdom come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Thy will be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;on earth as it is in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Give us this day our daily bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And forgive us our debts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;as we forgive our debtors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And lead us not into temptation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but deliver us from evil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;For thine is the kingdom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and the power, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the glory, for ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Amen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We use language to communicate the meaning of words. Words are the primary vehicle of language and convey different meanings to different people. Both the &lt;em&gt;words&lt;/em&gt; (and their tone, inflection, volume, context, nuances, etc.) and the &lt;em&gt;audience&lt;/em&gt; (and its background, culture, mood, age, beliefs, etc.) must converge in order for communication to occur. Words alone, even &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of them, do not guarantee good communication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To communicate the Word of God, translators attempt to combine the meanings of the original Greek, Hebrew, and Aramaic words of the Bible with the language of the people they target. This is not a new effort. “America’s Schoolmaster”, Noah Webster, published many books widely used in schools across our nation including spelling, history, and grammar books. Upon completion of his famous &lt;u&gt;An American Dictionary of the English Language&lt;/u&gt; (1828), Mr. Webster embarked on a project to update the King James Version of the Bible with an aim to make it more readable to 19th century Americans. He believed this common version of 1611 contained obsolete phrases, incorrect grammar, and offensive expressions. “His purpose was to clear away these obstacles to the use of the Bible as a model of correct and decent English usage in American schools and homes.”[1] Webster completed his revision of the King James Bible in 1833[2].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0tc98GWQrI/AAAAAAAAH3s/D9tB2mZTxmE/s1600/webster+bible+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425532395272422066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0tc98GWQrI/AAAAAAAAH3s/D9tB2mZTxmE/s400/webster+bible+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 438px; margin-top: 0px; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0tc98GWQrI/AAAAAAAAH3s/D9tB2mZTxmE/s1600-h/webster+bible+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today, Webster’s version of the Bible is mostly obsolete but there is one passage in his revision that remains popular in Christian circles to this day. That is, of course, the “The Lord’s Prayer” recorded in the gospel of Matthew. It’s difficult for even the most contemporary of language purists to do away with this 175 year old version of prose from the lips of Jesus. The “Our Father” in other modern translations doesn’t sound right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On any give Easter Sunday, an estimated 2 billion believers worldwide will recite these words.[3]&amp;nbsp;You’ve probably&amp;nbsp;memorized Noah Webster’s version of “The Lord’s Prayer” and didn’t even know it. Say this prayer several times during the day. Let these words of Christ unite you with centuries of Christians who have also chosen to observe the words of Him who said, &lt;em&gt;“Pray then in this way…” &lt;/em&gt;or, as Noah Webster and King James put it, &lt;em&gt;“After this manner therefore pray ye…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;___________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] “Webster’s Revision of the KJV (1833)”, Michael Marlowe, July 2005, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bible-researcher.com/webster.html#intro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.bible-researcher.com/webster.html#intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[2] &lt;u&gt;The Holy Bible, Containing the Old and New Testaments, in the Common Version. With Amendments of the Language&lt;/u&gt;, Noah Webster, ed., New Haven: Durrie and Peck, 1833. Reprinted Grand Rapids: Baker Book House, 1987. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[3] "Across the globe, Christians are united by Lord's Prayer", Kang, K. Connie. Los Angeles Times, in Houston Chronicle, p. A13, April 8, 2007. &lt;em&gt;“On Easter Sunday 2007 it was estimated that 2 billion Protestant, Catholic, and Eastern Orthodox Christians read, recited, or sang the short prayer in hundreds of languages in houses of worship.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5788973906583839225?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5788973906583839225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5788973906583839225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5788973906583839225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5788973906583839225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/pray-then-in-this-way.html' title='&quot;After This Manner Therefore Pray Ye...&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0tdZWHZcGI/AAAAAAAAH30/jjoyl5kqgtQ/s72-c/noah+webster+2R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3831086207279810194</id><published>2012-01-06T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:37:56.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dave's Rule and the Golden Rule"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 5.38-39; 7.12 Complete Jewish Bible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0ikG8FRj6I/AAAAAAAAH3U/QYXBW6HPHSc/s1600-h/golden_rule+chris+rankin.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 292px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 429px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424766190282182562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0ikG8FRj6I/AAAAAAAAH3U/QYXBW6HPHSc/s400/golden_rule+chris+rankin.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: left; height: 295px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 427px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“You have heard that our fathers were told, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I tell you not to stand up against someone who does you wrong.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;On the contrary, if someone hits you on the right cheek, let him hit you on the left cheek too!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Always treat others as you would like them to treat you&lt;/strong&gt;; that sums up the teaching of the Torah and the Prophets.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Union Station was busy on December 27th, 2007. My aging mother, recovering from recent lung surgery, stood in a crowd waiting to board the train from Portland to Seattle. I was there to assist mom and needed to verify her tickets. There wasn’t much time before departure. I got in line at the ticket counter, in a hurry to get information. Just before my turn to speak to an Amtrak representative, a woman stepped in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; Acting surprised and glaring at her. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Her:&lt;/em&gt; Ignoring me. &lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; “Excuse me, ma’am, I think you took my place in line.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Her:&lt;/em&gt; “Oh, I just have a quick question to ask.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; “I also have a quick question to ask.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Her:&lt;/em&gt; “Well, I’m in a hurry because my train to Seattle leaves shortly.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; “My mother is on the same train. I am also in a hurry.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Her:&lt;/em&gt; Ignoring me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When the man at the counter said “Next” both the lady and I advanced quickly. We were in a foot race I was determined to win. The pushy woman and I crossed the finish line at the ticket window in a dead heat, shoulder to shoulder. The Amtrak rep did not know who to address. I spoke fast and got his attention first. After answering my question, I explained that the lady standing next to me also had a question. I left while they were still engaged in conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0ikMjC_UFI/AAAAAAAAH3c/W2FSgjdDBUg/s1600/winter-frost+chris+rankin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 250px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 424px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424766286640926802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0ikMjC_UFI/AAAAAAAAH3c/W2FSgjdDBUg/s400/winter-frost+chris+rankin.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 251px; margin-top: 0px; width: 423px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I try to be fair. You might say I am an &lt;em&gt;“eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth”&lt;/em&gt; kind of guy. I am courteous when treated courteously. That seems right to me. Problems arise, however, when I am not treated in a manner I think I deserve. I assume I am entitled because I give others what I assume they are entitled to. I possess a finely tuned and acute sense of justice, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; where &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; (human, civil, legal, ethical, constitutional, or personal) rights are concerned. I&amp;nbsp;take pride&amp;nbsp;in my&amp;nbsp;self-bestowed role as judge and arbiter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Bible&amp;nbsp;confronts my belief system:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;“There is only one Lawgiver and judge... but who are you who judge your neighbor?”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Apparently, &lt;em&gt;Dave’s&lt;/em&gt; Rule and the &lt;em&gt;Golden&lt;/em&gt; Rule do not quite match up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; “Treat people the same way they treat you.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Jesus:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Treat others as you would like them to treat you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Me: &lt;/em&gt;“But she stepped in front of me in line.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Jesus:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Treat others as you would like them to treat you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Me:&lt;/em&gt; “Who will watch out for my rights?” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Jesus:&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Treat others as you would like them to treat you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Me:&lt;/em&gt; “I am very fair. I will treat people with exactly as they deserve.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Jesus:&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; “Treat others as you would like them to treat you.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Me:&lt;/em&gt; “But that’s not right. It’s not fair or just!” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Jesus: &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Treat others as you would like them to treat you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Me:&lt;/em&gt; “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That’s justice.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Jesus: &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“But I tell you not to stand up against someone who does you wrong. Always treat others as you would like them to treat you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;______________________ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The hauntingly beautiful watercolors on this post are entitled &lt;em&gt;"Golden Rule" &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;"Winter Frost"&lt;/em&gt; by artist Chris Rankin whose limited edition art prints may be viewed and purchased at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.draftydesign.com/artprints.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.draftydesign.com/artprints.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-3831086207279810194?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3831086207279810194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3831086207279810194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3831086207279810194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3831086207279810194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/daves-rule-and-golden-rule.html' title='&quot;Dave&apos;s Rule and the Golden Rule&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0ikG8FRj6I/AAAAAAAAH3U/QYXBW6HPHSc/s72-c/golden_rule+chris+rankin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2517254878681998368</id><published>2012-01-05T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:43:01.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It Seems So Right"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0YSbiU8TaI/AAAAAAAAH3E/Nk-GryMKgBo/s1600-h/Ary_Scheffer_The_Temptation_of_Christ_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424043065494752674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0YSbiU8TaI/AAAAAAAAH3E/Nk-GryMKgBo/s400/Ary_Scheffer_The_Temptation_of_Christ_525.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 278px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Matthew 4.7a AMP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Jesus said to him, &lt;strong&gt;‘On the other hand, it is written also&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;“You shall not tempt… the Lord your God.” ’ ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It takes more than a knowledge of the Bible to overcome temptation. It takes the right understanding and honest application of the Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Satan knows the Bible better than I do and he twists Scripture to tempt me in wrongdoing. The best way to combat temptation is with the use of Scripture. But what happens when Satan tosses me a temptation containing an element of scriptural truth? That was his strategy with Jesus…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Then the devil took Him into the holy city and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;had Him stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;on the pinnacle of the temple, and said to Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;‘If You are the Son of God, throw Yourself down; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;written, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“He will command His angels concerning you”; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“On their hands they will bear You up,…” ’ ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The devil’s memory of the Hebrew Scriptures was impeccable and his ability to quote it, flawless. Satan used his Psalm 91.11-12 to entice Jesus to commit suicide by jumping from a tall building. Suicide is still a common demonic tactic, successfully luring one person every 17 minutes in the United States alone.[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus’ choice of Scripture trumped Satan’s: &lt;em&gt;“On the other hand, it is written also, ‘You shall not tempt… the Lord your God.’ ” &lt;/em&gt;Jesus rightly understood and honestly applied the appropriate verse for the occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There is a path before each person that seems right, but it ends in death”&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 16.25 NLT). How does a man or woman of God fight back when the attraction of sin&lt;em&gt; ‘seems so right’?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adultery&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “God wants me to be happy.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Suicide&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “Life is too hard. I just want to go to heaven now.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Theft&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “God helps those who help themselves!” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lying&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “He couldn’t handle the truth.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cussing&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “God knows my heart. I didn’t really mean it.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Selfishness&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “I can’t take care of anyone else if I don’t take care of myself first.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pornography&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “A woman’s body is a beautiful thing to behold.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rage&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;“I can’t help it. God made me this way.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laziness&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “I need a break!” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gossip&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “I am God’s ambassador and I’m just telling it like it is.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Disrespect&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “God knows they don’t deserve my respect.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abuse&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “The Bible teaches wives to submit.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nagging&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;“The Bible teaches husbands should behave lovingly.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Violence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: “It’s the only way I could get his attention.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drunkenness&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “I need to relax a little.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Overeating&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;“I need lots of energy to do God’s will.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Divorce&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; “The kids will be happier.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0YShv4TLSI/AAAAAAAAH3M/p-Coq5nS_ng/s1600-h/hebrew+scriptures+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424043172211928354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0YShv4TLSI/AAAAAAAAH3M/p-Coq5nS_ng/s400/hebrew+scriptures+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 413px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 326px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;History shows that humans are adept at finding scriptural support for any behavior they choose to engage. Investigate the history of slavery in America or the Middle Ages practice of selling religious relics for profit. The devil can quote Scripture. So can any self-absorbed society or individual looking for an excuse to sin. The Bible is not enough. It takes right understanding and an honest application of the Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The devil will lure me with plentiful Scriptural references to support my sin. &lt;em&gt;“On the other hand”&lt;/em&gt; Jesus can show me where &lt;em&gt;“it is written also”&lt;/em&gt; that I may successfully combat temptations just like He did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;______________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] “U.S. Suicide Statistics (2001) from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suicide.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.suicide.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"The Temptaion of Christ" &lt;/em&gt;(ca. 1854) by Dutch painter Ary Scheffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-2517254878681998368?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2517254878681998368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2517254878681998368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2517254878681998368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2517254878681998368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/but-it-seems-so-right.html' title='&quot;It Seems So Right&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0YSbiU8TaI/AAAAAAAAH3E/Nk-GryMKgBo/s72-c/Ary_Scheffer_The_Temptation_of_Christ_525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6985833067592666999</id><published>2012-01-04T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:39:24.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus Needs Your Permission"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 3.13-15 NAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0SwrLzClAI/AAAAAAAAH2c/UnC88Hw7Ovw/s1600-h/Dove%2520sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654107208651778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0SwrLzClAI/AAAAAAAAH2c/UnC88Hw7Ovw/s400/Dove%2520sized.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 337px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Then Jesus arrived from Galilee at the Jordan coming to John, to be baptized by him. But John tried to prevent Him, saying, ‘I have need to be baptized by You, and do You come to me?’ But Jesus answering said to him, &lt;strong&gt;‘Permit it at this time; for in this way it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness.’ Then he permitted Him.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’m no John the Baptist. Not even close. But I have more in common with him than with Jesus. John and I are human only. Jesus is both human &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; divine. John the Baptist and the rest of humanity stand on one side of a line drawn in the sand and Jesus stands on the other. We have sinned. Jesus is sinless. We are creatures. Jesus is our Creator. We are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; God. Jesus &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; God. We can save no one but Jesus is the Messiah. None of us died on a cross for the redemption of humankind. But that is exactly what Jesus did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;John the Baptist was called to baptize Jesus. It did not seem right to him. Nor would it have seemed right to me. But only in this way, according to Jesus, would He and John together &lt;em&gt;“fulfill all righteousness”.&lt;/em&gt; It’s odd to me that Christ required human cooperation to &lt;em&gt;“fulfill all righteousness”.&lt;/em&gt; It’s almost absurd to think that Jesus would need and seek &lt;em&gt;permission&lt;/em&gt; from any human being. But that’s exactly what Jesus did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wonder... what would have happened if John denied Jesus permission? Would some &lt;em&gt;“righteousness”&lt;/em&gt; remain unfulfilled? The Amplified Bible says, &lt;em&gt;“John protested strenuously, having in mind to prevent”&lt;/em&gt; the baptism of Jesus. But Jesus convinced him to perform the sacred rite and John witnessed &lt;em&gt;“the Spirit of God descending like a dove”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 3.16). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Peter was similarly reluctant when Jesus offered to wash the disciple’s feet. &lt;em&gt;“Never shall You wash my feet”,&lt;/em&gt; Peter informed the Lord. It’s hard to imagine Jesus kneeling before a mere man like me with water and towel in hand. But that’s exactly what He did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0Sx3XX_XkI/AAAAAAAAH2k/ctGLuaj_K2g/s1600-h/knocking_at_the_door+bright+flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0Sx3XX_XkI/AAAAAAAAH2k/ctGLuaj_K2g/s1600/knocking_at_the_door+bright+flip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423655415986478658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0Sx3XX_XkI/AAAAAAAAH2k/ctGLuaj_K2g/s400/knocking_at_the_door+bright+flip.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why did Jesus need John’s baptism and John’s permission? Who was John that he would actually have the authority to grant (or presumably withhold) permission? The text perplexes me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Then he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;permitted&lt;/u&gt; Him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;New American Standard Bible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“Then John &lt;u&gt;consented&lt;/u&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;New International Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“Then he &lt;u&gt;allowed&lt;/u&gt; Him to be baptized.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Holman Christian Standard Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“So John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;agreed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to baptize Jesus.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;New Century Version &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; response might have been: “Jesus, You’re the Son of God. You don’t need &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; permission (consent, allowance, or agreement) for &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.” But apparently He &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It boggles my mind how little I know about the nature of Christ. Jesus announces, &lt;em&gt;“Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him…”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 3.20). &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; immediate thought is, “Jesus, the door is open. Please come in anytime. You don’t need my permission.” But my ‘permission’ is &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what Jesus needs to &lt;em&gt;“fulfill all righteousness”&lt;/em&gt; in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-6985833067592666999?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6985833067592666999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6985833067592666999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6985833067592666999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6985833067592666999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/jesus-wants-my-permission.html' title='&quot;Jesus Needs Your Permission&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0SwrLzClAI/AAAAAAAAH2c/UnC88Hw7Ovw/s72-c/Dove%2520sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-8082050880112507946</id><published>2012-01-03T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:11:38.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beyond Our Control, but Within Our Vision"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423663253987665890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0S4_mNGJ-I/AAAAAAAAH2s/a1GjwEQ0Wyc/s400/star.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 294px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 285px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 2.9b-10 “The Message” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Then the star appeared again, the same star they had seen in the eastern skies. It led them on until it hovered over the place of the child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They could hardly contain themselves: They were in the right place! They had arrived at the right time!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Being in the right place at the right time is largely a matter outside my control. Sometimes it just happens. Or, &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; it? Maybe Someone larger than me directs my paths and plans my future. Could there be a Higher Power, a supernatural force, or a personal God who is interested in the affairs of the people He caused to exist? Does a Divine Being control the circumstances surrounding my life? Does He know how my story ends? Does He care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;“magi from the east”&lt;/em&gt; believed in a deity who managed events beyond their control but within their vision. They placed their faith in a God who orchestrated circumstances to a positive outcome. They interpreted the unusual star as a sign of God’s presence and a token of His love. They would follow the star trusting it to lead them to exactly &lt;em&gt;“the right place”&lt;/em&gt; at precisely “&lt;em&gt;the right time”. &lt;/em&gt;When the same celestial light reappeared and &lt;em&gt;“hovered over the place of the child”&lt;/em&gt;, the wise men knew their quest had come to a glorious end. They had found Him who was &lt;em&gt;“born King of the Jews”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 2.2). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The circumstances that shape my destiny lie largely outside my control but well within the range of my vision. Wisdom demands that I correctly interpret what I see and take the steps made plain before me. For wise men, that’s not so hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0S5nBwQ00I/AAAAAAAAH28/chfZS6VtBbk/s1600-h/Happy_New_Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423663931397821250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0S5nBwQ00I/AAAAAAAAH28/chfZS6VtBbk/s400/Happy_New_Year.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 285px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our wonderful friends, the Harrison’s, joined my family for a little wine, a few games, and Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve 2007. As the crystal ball dropped for the 100th time in New York’s Times Square cheered by over a million revelers, I had the unique pleasure of kissing my wife. I felt a light tap on my leg and looked down to see my six year old daughter Rachel reaching up with lips puckered. God placed a beautiful, shining little star in my line of vision. She was there to lead me to an obvious course of action. I picked her up and kissed her in celebration of the new year. There was a group hug and a lot of smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God had led me to this place and moment and there I found Jesus. I &lt;em&gt;“could hardly contain”&lt;/em&gt; myself. I was in exactly &lt;em&gt;“the right place”&lt;/em&gt; at precisely &lt;em&gt;“the right time”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-8082050880112507946?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8082050880112507946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=8082050880112507946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/8082050880112507946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/8082050880112507946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/beyond-our-control-but-within-our.html' title='&quot;Beyond Our Control, but Within Our Vision&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0S4_mNGJ-I/AAAAAAAAH2s/a1GjwEQ0Wyc/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6612415036301165520</id><published>2012-01-02T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:13:47.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Very Own Immaculate Conception"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423272828311702642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0NV51OMDHI/AAAAAAAAH18/qhEIRVHJcKk/s400/conception.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 300px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;Matthew 1.20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, ‘Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because &lt;strong&gt;what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;.’” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;More things are conceived by the Holy Spirit than one might guess. Not every imagination, new thought, dream, or insight is inspired by the Holy Spirit, but many are. Immaculate conceptions of these kinds are commonplace with an uncommonly intimate deity like the Most High God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Conception happens when two (or more) parties come together to form something new. Together, Paul McCartney and John Lennon conceived of some of the greatest new music of the past century. My wife and I came together and conceived some of the greatest new kids on planet earth. Business partners conceive plans that birth new revenues. Sexual partners worldwide conceive and reproduce themselves every day. Readers conceive of new ideas from the authors they follow. An artist may be inspired by a beautiful flower, sunset, or woman. Together the artist and his inspiration conceive an image and bring to life an amazing painting, photograph, sculpture, poem, or song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Conceptions like these may be miraculous, but not necessarily &lt;em&gt;immaculate&lt;/em&gt;. Conception happens when two or more parties come together to form something new. &lt;em&gt;Immaculate&lt;/em&gt; conception happens when God is one of those parties. Admittedly, this is not the proper definition taught by the Catholic Church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Roman Catholic doctrine of the ‘Immaculate Conception’ teaches that Mary was conceived without the stain of original sin. She was, therefore, sinless [1] and uniquely qualified to bring the Messiah into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0NVLRviywI/AAAAAAAAH10/qqB9v11agKk/s1600/Immaculate%2520Conception%2520Murillo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423272028513946370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0NVLRviywI/AAAAAAAAH10/qqB9v11agKk/s400/Immaculate%2520Conception%2520Murillo.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Since Jesus is God, Mary may be rightly called the mother of God, but that does not make her sinless. The Bible says &lt;em&gt;“there is no distinction; for all &lt;/em&gt;[including Mary]&lt;em&gt; have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” &lt;/em&gt;(Romans 3.22-23). Mary, like all humankind, needed the Savior she birthed. She was undoubtedly a wonderful and godly young woman, but human and sinful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;. There is no essential difference between Mary and the rest of us. This is not&amp;nbsp;to minimize the Biblical role Mary was chosen to play in drama of God becoming man in the person of Jesus Christ. After all,&lt;em&gt; “What&lt;/em&gt; [was] &lt;em&gt;conceived in her&lt;/em&gt; [was] &lt;em&gt;from the Holy Spirit”&lt;/em&gt; and when&lt;em&gt; “the power of the Most High”&lt;/em&gt; God overshadowed this girl from Nazareth, she conceived a &lt;em&gt;“holy Child… called the Son of God”,&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 1.35). The incarnation was an unspeakably amazing and mysterious, one-of-a kind, historical event. What was&lt;em&gt; “conceived”&lt;/em&gt; in this divine-human interaction was nothing less than &lt;em&gt;‘immaculate’&lt;/em&gt;. No wonder Gabriel called Mary &lt;em&gt;“favored one”&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 1.28). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Holy Spirit overshadowed me about 40 years ago when He prompted me to respond in faith and receive the Son of God as my Lord and Savior. My new birth was &lt;u&gt;conceived&lt;/u&gt; in me by the power of God who sacrificed His Son for my eternal redemption. It was an &lt;u&gt;immaculate&lt;/u&gt; event beginning with an inner awareness of a divine presence made possible by God Himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus promised, &lt;em&gt;“Where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 18.20). From such Spirit inspired encounters with Jesus, love, inspiration, strength, encouragement, power, and joy continue to be&amp;nbsp;immaculately conceived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God has many more immaculate conceptions to bestow. Are you expecting? You may discover that &lt;em&gt;“what is conceived in&lt;/em&gt; [you] &lt;em&gt;is from the Holy Spirit”&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;__________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The painting pictured at the upper left is an oil on canvas entitled&lt;em&gt; "Immaculate Conception"&lt;/em&gt; by Spanish painter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bartolomé&lt;/span&gt; Esteban Murillo (1617 - 1682) and on display at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Museo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; Prado, Madrid, Spain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] In the Constitution &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ineffabilis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of December 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 1854, Pius IX pronounced that the Blessed Virgin Mary&lt;em&gt; “in the first instance of her conception, by a singular privilege and grace granted by God, in view of the merits of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of the human race, was preserved exempt from all stain of original sin.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;According to &lt;u&gt;The Catholic Encyclopedia&lt;/u&gt; (New York: Robert Appleton Company, retrieved January 4, 2010 from New Advent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/07674d.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/07674d.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;), &lt;em&gt;“the formal active essence of original sin was not removed from her soul, as it is removed from others by baptism; it was excluded, it never was in her soul. Simultaneously with the exclusion of sin. The state of original sanctity, innocence, and justice, as opposed to original sin, was conferred upon her, by which gift every stain and fault, all depraved emotions, passions, and debilities, essentially pertaining to original sin, were excluded.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-6612415036301165520?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6612415036301165520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6612415036301165520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6612415036301165520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6612415036301165520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/matthew-1.html' title='&quot;Your Very Own Immaculate Conception&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/S0NV51OMDHI/AAAAAAAAH18/qhEIRVHJcKk/s72-c/conception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3356145528898122982</id><published>2011-12-30T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:02:06.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yes or No?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjhdoniCwI/AAAAAAAAH08/gLK-q27SE-w/s1600/cracker+jacks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420330050776075010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjhdoniCwI/AAAAAAAAH08/gLK-q27SE-w/s400/cracker+jacks.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 300px; margin-top: 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malachi 3.13 “The Message”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“God says, ‘You have spoken hard, rude words to me.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You ask,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘When did &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we ever do that?’&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Malachi is a book about denial. The leaders of Israel questioned God’s analysis of their condition. They argued with their Creator. They were in denial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“How have You loved us?” (1.2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“How have we despised Your name?” (1.6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“How have we defiled You?” (1.7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“For what reason [will You no longer regard our offering]?” (2.14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“How have we wearied Him?” (2.17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“How shall we return [to You]?” (3.7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“How have we robbed You?” (3.8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“What have we spoken against You?” (3.13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“When did we ever do that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you like peanuts? I asked myself that question recently and came to a weak conclusion. Frankly, it depends on the situation. When I am eating a box of Crackerjacks then I am very fond of peanuts. I can’t wait to taste the flavor and feel the texture of a peanut with the caramel corn. The same is true for peanut brittle. I feel gypped by each bite that does not contain a peanut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjikhpIWPI/AAAAAAAAH1U/yYOp-koRVbg/s1600/peanuts-peeled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420331268674443506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjikhpIWPI/AAAAAAAAH1U/yYOp-koRVbg/s400/peanuts-peeled.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; width: 351px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;However, if I am eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjikhpIWPI/AAAAAAAAH1U/yYOp-koRVbg/s1600-h/peanuts-peeled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;from a can of mixed nuts, I want the ‘good stuff’… B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;razil&lt;/span&gt; nuts, almonds, hazel nuts, pecans, and especially cashews. I actually feel gypped when I &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; a peanut. To make matters worse, I am not alone. I cannot get one member of my family to scoop a handful of mixed nuts equitably. They are ‘pickers’. They pick out the best nuts and leave the peanuts for &lt;em&gt;me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do I like peanuts or not? Sometimes I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; and, apparently, sometimes I &lt;em&gt;don’t&lt;/em&gt;. Although I hate to admit it, my appreciation for peanuts... &lt;em&gt;depends on the situation&lt;/em&gt;. If you point out my inconsistency and suggest that perhaps I am not as devoted to peanuts as I should be, I may become slightly defensive and try to qualify my love for peanuts. I might even sound a little irritated as I flatly deny the obvious. You might have to endure my self-righteous, over-explanation on how it is OK to love peanuts in certain environments and not others. I would recount for you my fond memories of cracking shelled peanuts at the circus with my family. You might hear about that many times since my youth I have enjoyed the peanut-eating experience. I still crack an occasional peanut shell. It’s a great snack I would tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Does this sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt;-washy? It &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; because it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;. The simple truth is I like peanuts just fine… until something better comes along. The same was true for Malachi’s Jews 400 years before Christ. They liked God just fine… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…on certain occasions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…when it was easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…if God would prove Himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…in small or diluted doses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…when His demands matched their offerings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…in the right environment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…when it did not cost them anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…when God was their best option &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…until something better came along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjigE_08rI/AAAAAAAAH1M/GbcLT2-Ylqk/s1600-h/mixed+nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420331192265536178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjigE_08rI/AAAAAAAAH1M/GbcLT2-Ylqk/s400/mixed+nuts.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 308px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 366px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Am I a devoted follower of Christ? It’s a fair question and deserves a straight-forward answer. I need not qualify or clarify my answer. The question is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncomplicated&lt;/span&gt; and requires no explanation. I cannot appeal to the past or deny the obvious. I must not answer the question &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; a question or become defensive. Prophet Malachi reminds me to just answer the question. Am I a devoted follower of Jesus Christ? “Yes” or “No”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Just let your ‘Yes’ mean ‘Yes.’ Let your ‘No’ mean ‘No.’ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything more than this comes from the evil one.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Matthew 5.37 New International Reader’s Version&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-3356145528898122982?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3356145528898122982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3356145528898122982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3356145528898122982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3356145528898122982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-like-peanuts.html' title='&quot;Yes or No?&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzjhdoniCwI/AAAAAAAAH08/gLK-q27SE-w/s72-c/cracker+jacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2374297982253781009</id><published>2011-12-29T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:45:30.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Furry Friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418858065811744290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzOms1T4JiI/AAAAAAAAH0s/yOY4-vGSxVM/s400/build+a+bear+santa.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; height: 360px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zechariah 10.8 NLT &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R3bvzvkgI-I/AAAAAAAAB0A/PLnRB739wY4/s1600-h/build+a+bear+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;When I whistle to them, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they will come running&lt;/strong&gt;, for I have redeemed them. From the few who are left, they will grow as numerous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;as they were before.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am a fan of large, well run companies. Some of my personal favorites are Les Schwab, Garmin, Nordstrom, Nike, McDonalds, Starbucks, Delta Faucets, Cross Pens, RE/MAX, Southwest Airlines, Fender, Nabisco, Toyota, Lego, and Disney. Like the sirens of Greek mythology or the Pied Piper of Hamelin, millions of people are mysteriously drawn to the sound of these names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Four years ago I made an addition&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;to my most admired companies list. I’ve heard, “Daddy, can we go to Build-a-Bear” more than once, so when my little girl received a certain gift card in her stocking a couple years back, we were soon off to a ‘beary’ special place where almost anything is ‘paw-sible’! There she made a new best friend. Fuzzy, a beautiful pink teddy bear, was born December 28, 2007 and came home to join Snicker, Doodle, and Nee-nee. Something drew my daughter (and thousands of others daily) to Build-a-Bear Workshops worldwide “where best friends are made” in a most remarkable way… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Select a bear carcass and hand it to the stuffing machine operator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step on the stuffing pedal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R3bvzfkgI9I/AAAAAAAABz4/fDHsNrN0LEc/s1600-h/build+a+bear+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; and fill your bear with the ‘fuzz’ of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Rub your “I Love You” heart between your hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Close your eyes and make a wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Kiss the heart and place it inside your newly stuffed animal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Watch the operator sew up your newborn bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Give your furry friend an air shower to blow off excess fuzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Choose additional accessories (shoes, clothes, beds, wigs, skate boards, etc.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Type a birth certificate at the kid-friendly computer station [1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pay for your bear and place it in its own carrying case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Receive your gift certificate complete with your bear’s vital statistics inscribed below these memorable words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My furry friend is special. I brought it to life. I chose it. I stuffed it. I made it my own. I promise to love it and give it a home.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzOjhpw_sVI/AAAAAAAAH0c/d_MdPSLuzm4/s1600-h/build+a+bear+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzOm2ihm8fI/AAAAAAAAH00/1_Se2_RYGMs/s1600/build+a+bear+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418858232567755250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzOm2ihm8fI/AAAAAAAAH00/1_Se2_RYGMs/s400/build+a+bear+8.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 253px; margin-top: 0px; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The whole experience is so endearing I may go back and build my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzOm2ihm8fI/AAAAAAAAH00/1_Se2_RYGMs/s1600-h/build+a+bear+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;One future day all God’s people will come to a place with even more drawing power than Starbucks, Disneyland, or Build-a-Bear Workshop. The Lord will gather His church and we’ll all show up. He will &lt;em&gt;“whistle”&lt;/em&gt; and we’ll &lt;em&gt;“come running”.&lt;/em&gt; Jesus stuffed us with His Holy Spirit, kissed our hearts, and wished for our eternal salvation. He paid the price to call us His own and we were each issued an eternal &lt;em&gt;new-&lt;/em&gt;birth certificate. Of every believer on that day, Jesus Christ will confidently say…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“My little friend is special. I brought him to life. I chose her. I stuffed him. I made her My own. I promise to love him and give her a home.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] This is where the Build-a-Bear Corporation builds its data base by brilliantly inspiring young shoppers and their parents to relinquish generous amounts of personal data!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-2374297982253781009?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2374297982253781009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2374297982253781009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2374297982253781009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2374297982253781009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-furry-friend.html' title='&quot;My Furry Friend&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzOms1T4JiI/AAAAAAAAH0s/yOY4-vGSxVM/s72-c/build+a+bear+santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7073374466671800614</id><published>2011-12-28T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:13:58.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give It Away"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="305" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418468352355750882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzJEQhjcU-I/AAAAAAAAH0M/F6CJnp5coAc/s400/image001_36241933+crop+flip.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zechariah 8.13 NASU &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R3PtmfkgI4I/AAAAAAAABzQ/lQt7vempmDI/s1600-h/open+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzJDTPoJtYI/AAAAAAAAH0E/ok1g4sp6EOE/s1600-h/image001_36241933+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“It will come about that just as you were a curse among the nations, O house of Judah and house of Israel, so &lt;strong&gt;I will save you that you may become a blessing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Do not fear; let your hands be strong.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Christmas is a time for giving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Paul instructed believers to &lt;em&gt;“remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He Himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive’”&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 20.35). Giving makes us feel good. It is part of our God-given nature to share what we have with others. I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; so I can &lt;em&gt;give&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Against incredible odds of success, the reunited nations of &lt;em&gt;“Judah and… Israel”&lt;/em&gt; returned from exile to their home in Jerusalem. They were saved by the supernatural power of God (Zechariah 4.6) from their oppressive existence for a purpose... that thay might &lt;em&gt;“become a blessing... a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mong the nations”.&lt;/em&gt; Zechariah’s Jews were charged with the enormous task of rebuilding the Temple of God and reestablishing the practice of worship in God’s holy city. The chosen people were so for a reason. They were saved and chosen to bless and give to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…I will save you that you may become a blessing.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am saved for exactly the same purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“God our Savior… wants everyone to be saved and to understand the truth.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;1st Timothy 2.3-4 NLT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Mark 16.15 NIV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Christmas is a time of giving. I have something I must give away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7073374466671800614?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7073374466671800614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7073374466671800614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7073374466671800614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7073374466671800614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-it-away.html' title='&quot;Give It Away&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzJEQhjcU-I/AAAAAAAAH0M/F6CJnp5coAc/s72-c/image001_36241933+crop+flip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2689217745644479442</id><published>2011-12-27T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:45:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Emmanuel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haggai 1.13-14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Then &lt;strong&gt;Haggai, the Lord’s messenger, spoke the Lord’s message to the people, saying, ‘I am with you, says the Lord.’ So the Lord stirred up the spirit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zerubbabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the son of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shealtiel&lt;/span&gt;, governor of Judah, &lt;strong&gt;and the spirit of Joshua&lt;/strong&gt; the son of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jehozadak&lt;/span&gt;, the high priest, &lt;strong&gt;and the spirit of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all the remnant of the people&lt;/strong&gt;; and they came and worked on the house of the Lord of hosts, their God,…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzD2ccVqRdI/AAAAAAAAHzs/Rj06xfpWCVM/s1600/BabyJesusIsBorn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="410" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418101320230520274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzD2ccVqRdI/AAAAAAAAHzs/Rj06xfpWCVM/s640/BabyJesusIsBorn.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A minor prophet made a major pronouncement: &lt;em&gt;“I am with you, says the Lord”&lt;/em&gt;. His words seared the conscience, kindled a response, and fueled a movement. Haggai’s hearers refused to dawdle. Gov. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zerubbabel&lt;/span&gt; and Rev. Joshua’s hearts were tender and quick to heed &lt;em&gt;“the Lord’s messenger”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;“The Lord stirred up the spirit” &lt;/em&gt;of the leaders and &lt;em&gt;“all the remnant of the people”.&lt;/em&gt; Under the inspired preaching of prophets Haggai and Zechariah an entire community of faith rose to the sacred occasion about 500 years before the birth of Christ and rebuilt a testament to God’s glory… the Holy Temple of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“So the Jewish elders continued their work, and they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;greatly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;encouraged &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the preaching of the prophets Haggai and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zechariah.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Temple was finally finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ezra 6:14-15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What great things might I accomplish if I fully grasped in my soul the prophetic truth of Christmas... &lt;em&gt;God is with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzHS5TbjIoI/AAAAAAAAHz0/NfALWqWMKDw/s1600-h/christmas_gifts_ideas+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; heard and read the birth narratives of Christ from the gospels of Matthew and Luke hundreds of times, several times this past week already. I could easily grow cavalier and indifferent. Sadly, it is&amp;nbsp;possible to treat the incarnation of Christ,&lt;em&gt; “Emmanuel... God with us”,&lt;/em&gt; with only casual interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Exactly 48 hours ago, my kids stirred from their sleep and remembered with sudden joy the moment it was.&amp;nbsp;They sprung to action on the threshold of the best day of the year. Stockings poured forth their treasures, colorful wrapping and ribbons flew, gleeful sounds and delicious smells filled our home. The people I love the most spent the day reawakening old memories and making new ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In this spirit of excited anticipation, I must pause to deeply hear Haggai’s voice which &lt;em&gt;“spoke the Lord’s message to the people, saying, ‘I am with you, says the Lord.’”&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah recorded the same truth centuries earlier. Matthew centuries later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“All this took place to fulfill what had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;spoken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;by the Lord through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the prophet: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Look, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;name him &lt;strong&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/strong&gt;,” which means, ‘&lt;strong&gt;God is with us.&lt;/strong&gt;’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Matthew 1.22-23 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NRSV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;(from Isaiah 7.14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus Christ is &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; us! It&amp;nbsp;is my greatest Christmas season ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I found the beautiful painting of Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus at the top of this post on the Photo Bucket website by "God's Cowboy" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/painting%20of%20mary%20joseph%20and%20jesus/GodsCowboy/Religious%20Pictures/MaryJosephandthebabyJesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://media.photobucket.com/image/painting%20of%20mary%20joseph%20and%20jesus/GodsCowboy/Religious%20Pictures/MaryJosephandthebabyJesus.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-2689217745644479442?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2689217745644479442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2689217745644479442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2689217745644479442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2689217745644479442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-merry-for-reason.html' title='&quot;Emmanuel&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SzD2ccVqRdI/AAAAAAAAHzs/Rj06xfpWCVM/s72-c/BabyJesusIsBorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5330481192154006315</id><published>2011-12-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:35:22.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Fat Man's Gospel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-iH9hfvMI/AAAAAAAAHzU/cofk6qfyVsg/s1600-h/5_fat-man-stop-consuming-copyright5+a.GIF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Zephaniah 1.12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NASB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2_zr_kgItI/AAAAAAAABx4/8wVgIs4pxrI/s1600-h/syrup.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-iH9hfvMI/AAAAAAAAHzU/cofk6qfyVsg/s1600/5_fat-man-stop-consuming-copyright5+a.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417727134407834818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-iH9hfvMI/AAAAAAAAHzU/cofk6qfyVsg/s400/5_fat-man-stop-consuming-copyright5+a.GIF" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 392px; margin-top: 0px; width: 323px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“And it will come about at that time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That I will search Jerusalem with lamps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I will punish the men &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;stagnant in spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Who say in their hearts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘The Lord will not do good or evil!’&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;“stagnant in spirit”?&lt;/em&gt; What&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; it is, I don’t &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; it. &lt;em&gt;“Stagnant”&lt;/em&gt; implies apathetic, neutral, stymied, without power, bogged down, dormant, inactive, stale, static, asleep at the helm, without traction. I would choose none of these are descriptors for my life as a Christ-follower. I hope I’m right. The Lord does not &lt;em&gt;“punish”&lt;/em&gt; without a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2_z3fkgIvI/AAAAAAAAByI/_oeDlvBq-GQ/s1600-h/fat+man+statue+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;reason so it follows that I have a choice. I can be &lt;em&gt;“stagnant”&lt;/em&gt; or not. It’s up to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R3FaRvkgIzI/AAAAAAAAByo/nfcdPwVJF9M/s1600-h/dregs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The literal translation of the Hebrew word for &lt;em&gt;“stagnant”&lt;/em&gt; is ‘thickening on their lees’ which, of course, means little to modern Americans. The imagery comes from the ancient practice of wine making. If the wine was allowed to remain in its sediment too long it would thicken into a syrup. This wine had ‘thickened on its lees (dregs)’ and become undrinkable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-jwlR5FRI/AAAAAAAAHzc/teQbUUDpObU/s1600/wi_sediment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728931786200338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-jwlR5FRI/AAAAAAAAHzc/teQbUUDpObU/s400/wi_sediment.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;According to the well respected Brown, Driver, and Briggs Hebrew-English Lexicon, the term used for ‘thickening’ may also be translated condensed, congealed, or curdled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-jwlR5FRI/AAAAAAAAHzc/teQbUUDpObU/s1600-h/wi_sediment.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Am I a condensed, congealed, or curdled believer? I hope not. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2_zsPkgIuI/AAAAAAAAByA/nNA7CayuEjU/s1600-h/fat+man+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;want to flow in the Spirit like very fluid, low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;viscosity&lt;/span&gt; Christian. I want to be good wine, not syrupy dregs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The text evokes an image of a soft man whose middle section is thickened by too little activity and too much television, beer, and fattening foods. He is unable to move quickly when decisive action is called for. He became undisciplined in his habits,&lt;em&gt; “stagnant in spirit”&lt;/em&gt;, and ineffective in his calling. The man lost touch with the power of a dynamic God whom he has determined will do neither &lt;em&gt;“good or evil”&lt;/em&gt;. His god has become like him… soft, impotent, ineffectual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus made His distaste for easy, soft, middle-of-the-road&amp;nbsp;Christianity abundantly&amp;nbsp;clear…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“I know you inside and out, and find little to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;liking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You're not cold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;you're not hot — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;better to be either cold or hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You're stale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You're stagnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You make me want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;to vomit.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jesus Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Revelation 3.15-16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;“The Message”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fat, syrupy, thick, &lt;em&gt;“stagnant”&lt;/em&gt; Christianity? Jesus will have nothing to do with it. By His grace and power, neither will I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;___________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The cartoon at the top of this article is entitled &lt;em&gt;"Chris Madden Environment Cartoon #5" &lt;/em&gt;by excellent cartoonist Chris Madden whose work you may view at his web site "Grinning Planet ~ Saving the Planet One Joke at a Time" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grinningplanet.com/2005/05-31/environment-cartoon.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.grinningplanet.com/2005/05-31/environment-cartoon.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;). The original cartoon says "HOW TO STOP OVER-CONSUMING" on the cover of the book which I changed to "HOLY BIBLE" for the purposes of this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5330481192154006315?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5330481192154006315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5330481192154006315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5330481192154006315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5330481192154006315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/syrupy-dregs.html' title='&quot;The Fat Man&apos;s Gospel&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sy-iH9hfvMI/AAAAAAAAHzU/cofk6qfyVsg/s72-c/5_fat-man-stop-consuming-copyright5+a.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5709525222914392602</id><published>2011-12-23T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:24:18.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Anti-Prayers of a Tantrum Thrower"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416622611400627858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Syu1kQriFpI/AAAAAAAAHzE/QQzCKBkhxRU/s400/300_315831.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Habakkuk 2.19-20 NLT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“What sorrow awaits you who say to wooden idols, ‘Wake up and save us!’ To speechless stone images you say, ‘Rise up and teach us!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can an idol tell you what to do? They may be overlaid with gold and silver, but they are lifeless inside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the Lord is in his holy Temple. Let all the earth be silent before him.&lt;/strong&gt; ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How could they do it? How could they have been so blind and stupid? What were the Israelites of Habakkuk’s world thinking? Why did they pray to idols? Did they really expect &lt;em&gt;“speechless stone images”&lt;/em&gt; to respond? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why didn’t they pray to the living &lt;em&gt;“Lord&lt;/em&gt; [who was] &lt;em&gt;in his holy Temple”?&lt;/em&gt; They could have spoken to Someone who &lt;em&gt;cared!&lt;/em&gt; Instead they talked to elements of gold, silver, wood, and stone. How dumb was &lt;em&gt;that?&lt;/em&gt; They should have known better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I should know better too. But I’ve caught myself praying to idols.&amp;nbsp;I’m often in a hurry and crowd too much activity into my day. I sometimes try to haul a heavy briefcase in one hand and balance a coffee cup in the other, while attempting to open an uncooperative door with my elbow. The cell phone seems to ring in moments like these. I grope in the general direction of the ring tone, drop my briefcase, spill my coffee, scrape my shoes on the door frame, and, of course, miss the call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feel like cursing and do. Who am I talking to? When I say “damn it”, who is “it” and who is supposed to do the damning? In younger years, I would actually yell at, kick, throw, or break an inanimate object. I played the role of God, directing my (not-so-holy) wrath at a thing. I empowered a lifeless object when I decided it was out to get me. I declared war on a &lt;em&gt;“lifeless”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;piece of &lt;em&gt;“gold and silver”&lt;/em&gt; or plastic, wood, and iron. What was I thinking? Or, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; I thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cursing is a type of prayer and rage a form of idol worship. Call it the anti-prayers of a tantrum thrower. This type of idolatry and senseless speech is not always dramatic or readily observable. It can be subtle. General irritability, grouchiness, griping, moping around, bad attitude, snappiness, the silent treatment, under-the-breath slurs, disrespect, moroseness, pessimism, boredom, and moodiness may all be early signs of a pre-tantrum fit. When we become angry with circumstances, events, places, and things, instead of recognizing &lt;em&gt;“they are lifeless inside” &lt;/em&gt;as the Bible teaches, we attribute life to them and direct our negative prayer energy toward &lt;em&gt;“speechless stone images”.&lt;/em&gt; That’s idolatry. It’s a waste of time. Why do we do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When &lt;em&gt;“lifeless”&lt;/em&gt; things do not go my way, Jesus may be trying to get my attention and teach me something about self-control. I should stop, shut up, and listen…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“The Lord is in his holy Temple. Let all the earth be silent before him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5709525222914392602?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5709525222914392602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5709525222914392602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5709525222914392602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5709525222914392602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/dumb-responses-to-dumb-objects.html' title='&quot;The Anti-Prayers of a Tantrum Thrower&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Syu1kQriFpI/AAAAAAAAHzE/QQzCKBkhxRU/s72-c/300_315831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5037692522441715429</id><published>2011-12-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:55:53.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yokes!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nahum 1.12-13 NAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SypwKevAOYI/AAAAAAAAHyk/oPr_3lkVRYg/s1600-h/ist2_1039674_oxen_yoke_is_the_origination_of_teamwork12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="171" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416265897840531538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SypxIzHY2FI/AAAAAAAAHys/GNI5ntVI7K0/s400/yoke+cropped.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" ztyle="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Thus says the Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;‘Though they are at full strength and likewise many, even so, they will be cut off and pass away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though I have afflicted you, I will afflict you no longer. So now, I will break his yoke bar from upon you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;nd I will tear off your shackles.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God uses His enemies to shape the character of those He loves. The book of Nahum is an oracle against Assyria’s capital city Nineveh. The prophecy was first delivered on the threshold of the fall of Assyria’s great empire around 600 B.C. Nahum acknowledged God’s hand in both the affliction suffered by his beloved Judah and her vindication at Assyria’s destruction. According to the prophet, God was behind both the affliction &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the comfort He sent Judah’s way. He used Assyria to execute wrath upon His people when they were apathetic and too comfortable. But things would change…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Though I have afflicted you, I will afflict you no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[Assyria’s]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; yoke bar from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;upon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and I will tear off your shackles.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God uses the empires,&amp;nbsp;people,&amp;nbsp;and circumstances&amp;nbsp;to comfort and afflict&amp;nbsp;those He loves. I must never make the&amp;nbsp;pursuit of comfort my primary objective.&amp;nbsp;The comfort I create for myself is an&amp;nbsp;illusion that disappears before I fully enjoy it. It never satisfies the way I imagine it will. When I chase and&amp;nbsp;apprehend&amp;nbsp;the comfort I long for, I am disappointed. It leaves&amp;nbsp;me feeling cold and unfulfilled. Comfort is an&amp;nbsp;idol, a false god.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yet, God is a &lt;em&gt;“God of all comfort, who comforts us in our afflictions so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God” &lt;/em&gt;(2nd Corinthians 1.4).&amp;nbsp;Godly comfort is not for my benefit alone.&amp;nbsp;It is bestowed so that it may be offered. It presupposes a familiarity with suffering. Godly comfort&amp;nbsp;can only be appreciated by those who have been hurt.&amp;nbsp;I am afflicted so that I might&amp;nbsp;learn to place value on the comfort&amp;nbsp;I receive and then give it to others who need it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I must stop seeking my own comfort. It would be far wiser to voluntarily&amp;nbsp;wear the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;“yoke bar” &lt;/em&gt;of Christ’s affliction. He&amp;nbsp;alone&amp;nbsp;can give me the comfort I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I will give you rest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for I am gentle and lowly in heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd you will find rest for your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;souls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jesus, Matthew 11.28-30 NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5037692522441715429?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5037692522441715429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5037692522441715429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5037692522441715429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5037692522441715429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/nahum-1.html' title='&quot;Yokes!&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SypxIzHY2FI/AAAAAAAAHys/GNI5ntVI7K0/s72-c/yoke+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-4789448484744004469</id><published>2011-12-21T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:56:15.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Freedom from Not-So-Imaginary Fears"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Micah 4.1a, 3b-4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykZu6wtxdI/AAAAAAAAHx8/vx-DcMGXlFQ/s1600-h/childrennightmare01+bright.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888320727991762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykZu6wtxdI/AAAAAAAAHx8/vx-DcMGXlFQ/s400/childrennightmare01+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: left; height: 399px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“And it will come about in the last days that…” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2oQsfkgIgI/AAAAAAAABwQ/0d1fYQxEzkk/s1600-h/gunpoint+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“…they will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Every man will sit &lt;/strong&gt;under his own vine and &lt;strong&gt;under his own fig tree, and no one will make them afraid&lt;/strong&gt;, for the Lord Almighty has spoken.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The popular notion that no one can make you feel anything, that each person is entirely responsible for his or her own feelings, is not necessarily biblical and not always true. If a crazy man waves a loaded gun in my face, he has made me afraid. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; is responsible for my feelings. His action made me feel fear. Micah the prophet describes a fear-less future. He promised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“And it will come about in the last days that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;every man will sit… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;under his own fig tree,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and no one will make them afraid.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What a day that will be! &lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt; there may be reason to fear. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; there will be ‘nothing to fear’. &lt;em&gt;“In the last days”&lt;/em&gt; no one will lock their doors, wear protective armor, prepare for war, engage in politics, suffer from gossip, battle public opinion, reach for a gun, look over their shoulder, feel abandoned, know terror, or support a budget for defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykaMexMYII/AAAAAAAAHyM/w4QcrKf6ecE/s1600-h/childrennightmare02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2pvT_kgImI/AAAAAAAABxA/LMzllPGPymg/s1600-h/freedom+from+fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Children often suffer from imaginary fears. I called it the ‘boogie-man’. He and others like him lived under my bed, behind the shower curtain, and in the basement of my house. They mostly came out when I was alone and it was dark. Monsters never dared to reveal themselves when my parents were nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SynMAIMupcI/AAAAAAAAHyU/XpIcbtnem5E/s1600-h/freedom+from+fear+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SynMAIMupcI/AAAAAAAAHyU/XpIcbtnem5E/s1600-h/freedom+from+fear+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My mom and dad are no longer here to protect me. I sometimes suffer from &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;-so-imaginary fears. Death, illness, wars, famine, crime, nuclear proliferation, holocausts, car wrecks, terrorist attacks, personal failure, public speaking, financial loss, recession, inflation, confrontation, rejection, embarrassment, impotence, chaos, confusion, old age, or a crazy man with a gun. These things can possibly happen. If I live long enough, some of them most certainly &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I may have good reason to fear and yet,&amp;nbsp;Jesus is always with me and quietly reminds me, &lt;em&gt;“do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul”.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christ’s voice to my heart is unmistakable: &lt;em&gt;“Fear not”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 10.28, 31 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ESV&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps today...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can calmly ‘sit under my own fig tree with no one to make me afraid’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps today...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can have courage and confidence in the midst of a broken and imperfect world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps today...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can experience &lt;em&gt;“the last days”&lt;/em&gt; in my heart even before they come on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps today...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can enjoy a little freedom from my private collection of not-so-imaginary fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photograph&lt;/span&gt; at the top of today's post is from a series entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" href="http://www.hemmy.net/2008/04/29/childhood-fears-photography-by-joshua-hoffine/#" id="KonaLink0" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline !important;" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Childhood Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; by Joshua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoffine&lt;/span&gt; whose additional photos you can view at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hemmy.net/2008/04/29/childhood-fears-photography-by-joshua-hoffine/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.hemmy.net/2008/04/29/childhood-fears-photography-by-joshua-hoffine/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. Please be advised that the images are graphic in their portrayal of the terror many of us felt as children. In the artist's own words, &lt;em&gt;"I believe that the horror story is ultimately concerned with the imminence and randomness of death, and the implication that there is no certainty to existence. The experience of horror resides in this confrontation with uncertainty. Horror tells us that our belief in security is delusional, and that monsters are all around us."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have never heard a better description of the reality of horror than these words by Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hoffine&lt;/span&gt;. While &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt; tells us that our belief in security is delusional",&lt;/em&gt; God is able to break the bondage of fear common to the human soul by the power of His Word. Christ-followers find inner security to face and combat their fears, both those real and imagined, from the words of Jesus: &lt;em&gt;"Have faith"&lt;/em&gt; (Mark 11.22) and &lt;em&gt;"Fear not"&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 10.28). &lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-4789448484744004469?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4789448484744004469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=4789448484744004469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4789448484744004469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4789448484744004469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-so-imaginary-fears.html' title='&quot;Freedom from Not-So-Imaginary Fears&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykZu6wtxdI/AAAAAAAAHx8/vx-DcMGXlFQ/s72-c/childrennightmare01+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7663585287193142453</id><published>2011-12-20T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:20:52.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thankfully, God Does Not Always Do What He Said He Would Do"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jonah 3.10-4.2a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2kqQ_kgIdI/AAAAAAAABv4/dvJiCmHvba4/s1600-h/jonah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykIXuKiG2I/AAAAAAAAHxs/91OD_MJt5IM/s1600/jonas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415869230511954786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykIXuKiG2I/AAAAAAAAHxs/91OD_MJt5IM/s400/jonas2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Then God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and &lt;strong&gt;God relented from the disaster that He had said He would bring upon them, and He did not do it. But it displeased Jonah exceedingly, and he became angry. &lt;/strong&gt;So he prayed to the Lord…”&lt;/span&gt; NKJV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“God saw what they had done, that they had turned away from their evil lives. He did change his mind about them. &lt;strong&gt;What he said he would do to them he didn’t do. Jonah was furious. He lost his temper. He yelled at God…&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; The Message&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jonah was angry because God did not keep His promise. God told the prophet He would overthrow Nineveh and instead He forgave the inhabitants of this godless city. When the God Jonah served did not perform in the way the Jonah expected, the prophet got just a little steamed. In fact, Jonah was so mad he &lt;em&gt;“yelled at God”. &lt;/em&gt;Luckily for Jonah, God is a secure being and did not react to Jonah’s tirade. (I yelled at God once. I was so angry I threw my Bible at the wall across the room. No lightning bolts. I’m still alive.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In 48 verses the author of this book describes a redemptive process that transcends the rational mind and leaves the reader with more questions than answers. Jonah’s story wrecks my preconceived notions about the nature of God. I think should always do what He says He’ll do. But God is apparently free to perform in distinctly un-God-like ways. If I try to place God in a box, even a beautifully designed and perfectly constructed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2kqdPkgIfI/AAAAAAAABwI/sTrLX9Oy9pU/s1600-h/Jonah.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;theological one, the tale of Jonah shows how grossly limited my container is. As soon as I have God figured out, He will surprise, dismay, or even anger me. Or, He may delight, bless, and forgive when I expect exactly the opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God is God and can do whatever He wants to do. That is the message of Jonah &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;the message of Jesus (whose life and calling, incidentally, parallels Jonah’s in more ways than one).[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykIbz0xToI/AAAAAAAAHx0/jf6YaLBD0ow/s1600/Jon401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415869300750765698" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykIbz0xToI/AAAAAAAAHx0/jf6YaLBD0ow/s400/Jon401.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; width: 245px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A friend recently told me, “There are only two things you must remember in life: There is a God &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;you’re not it!” His advise is summarized in a bumper sticker I once saw: “Let God be God”. William Temple, the Archbishop of Canterbury (1942-44) said, “If your conception of God is radically false, then the more devout you are the worse it will be for you. You had better be an atheist.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mr. Temple’s advise is bad news for modern day Jonah’s. A legalistic concept of God simply doesn’t work. Of course, this is good news for Ninevites everywhere. Temple is also quoted as saying, “The Church is the only society &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2kqRPkgIeI/AAAAAAAABwA/etzIUNVQyMM/s1600-h/yelling+at+god+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;that exists for the benefit of those who are not its members.” More good news for Ninevites. Jonah totally missed that part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Clearly God did not do what He said He would do. He commanded Jonah to preach, “&lt;em&gt;Yet forty days and Nineveh will be overthrown” &lt;/em&gt;(Jonah 3.4). But when He saw that the Ninevites &lt;em&gt;“turned from their evil way”,&lt;/em&gt; then &lt;em&gt;“God relented from the disaster that He said He would bring upon them, and He did not do it.”&lt;/em&gt; Instead, &lt;em&gt;“What he &lt;/em&gt;[God] &lt;em&gt;said he would do… he didn’t do”.&lt;/em&gt; That angered Jonah. The prophet became &lt;em&gt;“furious. He lost his temper. He yelled at God.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have the same choice Jonah had. We &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; do. Embrace a God who is bigger than my understanding of Him, or keep the one I got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;___________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] Jonah went &lt;em&gt;"below in the hold of the ship, lain down and fallen sound asleep"&lt;/em&gt; during &lt;em&gt;"a great storm on the sea"&lt;/em&gt; that threatened sink the boat. A frightened the crew woke Jonah and begged him: &lt;em&gt;"Get up, call on your god"&lt;/em&gt; (Jonah 1.4, 5). Something similar happened when the disciples found Jesus sleeping when their &lt;em&gt;"boat was being covered with waves" &lt;/em&gt;on the Sea of Galilee with his disciples (Matthew 8.23-27 and parallels Mark 4.35-41; Luke 8.22-25). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jonah was &lt;em&gt;"in the stomach of the fish tree days and three nights" &lt;/em&gt;(Jonah 1.17) and Jesus prophesied of Himself: &lt;em&gt;"...so will the Son of Man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth"&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 12.40). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And, just as &lt;em&gt;"the fish... vomited Jonah up onto the dry land&lt;/em&gt;" (Jonah 2.10), Christ &lt;em&gt;"was buried, and... raised on the third day" &lt;/em&gt;(1st Corinthians 15.3-4). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Upper right stained glass window is from Choir of the City/Parish Church St.Dionysus, Steinhövel window in Speyer, Germany, dated approximately 1280 AD. The lower left stained glass is from the 14th century and on display at Protestant St. Stephen's Church (Temple Saint-Étienne) in Mulhouse, France. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7663585287193142453?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7663585287193142453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7663585287193142453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7663585287193142453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7663585287193142453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-does-not-always-do-what-he-said-he.html' title='&quot;Thankfully, God Does Not Always Do What He Said He Would Do&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SykIXuKiG2I/AAAAAAAAHxs/91OD_MJt5IM/s72-c/jonas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6219528254538320751</id><published>2011-12-19T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:46:02.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Practice of Best Practices"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amos 8.5-6 NCV&lt;/em&gt; [1] &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“When will the New Moon festival be over so we can sell grain? When will the Sabbath be over so we can bring out wheat to sell? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can charge them more and give them less&lt;/strong&gt;,... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;...and we can change the scales to cheat the people. We will buy poor people for silver, and needy people for the price of a pair of sandals. We will even sell the wheat that was swept up from the floor.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyZjqN2wscI/AAAAAAAAHwk/8VV82nIRBq4/s1600/CashRegister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415125178884600258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyZjqN2wscI/AAAAAAAAHwk/8VV82nIRBq4/s640/CashRegister.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Business hasn’t changed much through the centuries. There were, are, and always will be cheats who give less and take more. It’s the business strategy of choice for unethical vendors. Increase profits by adding hidden fees and reducing actual goods or services on every transaction. &lt;em&gt;“We can charge them more and give them less.”&lt;/em&gt; This practice is never disclosed. Buyers are swindled in a multitude of ways so small they are detected only by the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A business person is only as good as his or her word. Best ethical business practice is simple. Tell the client what you will do for them, then do it. Don’t puff it up or exaggerate. Make sure the consumer understands what you will offer and make promises you intend to keep. Set up deadlines for performance and publish them for the buyer. Give a&amp;nbsp;list of real, past&amp;nbsp;clients and encourage the buyer to call your references. Make yourself accountable to the customer. Let them know in writing what you will do and when you will do it. Hold yourself to a higher standard than even your client does. Surprise the customer with a level of service that exceeds expectations. Strive to obtain a fair wage for an honest day’s work. But if necessary, always err on the side of giving more and taking less. Insist on customer satisfaction. Obey the&amp;nbsp;words of Jesus. It&amp;nbsp;was good business &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, and it’s good business &lt;em&gt;now:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Give, and it will be given to you; good measure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;pressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;shaken together, running over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;they will pour into your lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;For by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;standard of measure it will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;measured to you in return.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jesus, Luke 6:38 NASB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The practice of best practices is &lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt;, but not necessarily &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt;. The concept is not hard to grasp but the execution takes effort. It’s called &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;. But, of course, that’s what you get paid for and, in the end, you will get no more, or less, than you deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;__________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] A more literally accurate translation of the words of verse 5 (“We can charge them more and give them less”) is rendered by the English Standard Version (“…that we may make the ephah small and the shekel great”). According to the New English Bible footnotes on Amos 8.5, “The ‘ephah’ was a unit of dry measure used to determine the quantity purchased, while the ‘shekel’ was a standard weight used to determine the purchase price. By using a smaller than standard ephah and a heavier than standard shekel, these merchants were able to increase their profit (‘sell less for a higher price’) by cheating the buyer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I found the excellent photo of an antique cash register at the top right of this post at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitalapoptosis.com/archives/miscellaneous/000885.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.digitalapoptosis.com/archives/miscellaneous/000885.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &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/27936658-6219528254538320751?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6219528254538320751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6219528254538320751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6219528254538320751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6219528254538320751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/practice-of-best-practices.html' title='&quot;The Practice of Best Practices&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyZjqN2wscI/AAAAAAAAHwk/8VV82nIRBq4/s72-c/CashRegister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5100928407762179877</id><published>2011-12-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:34:43.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Covenant of Brotherhood"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414744064501512802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyUJCcJEemI/AAAAAAAAHv8/1X1G7oXM--c/s400/handshake+cartoon.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 263px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amos 1.9 ESV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Thus says the Lord: ‘For three transgressions of Tyre, and for four, I will not revoke the punishment, because they delivered up a whole people to Edom, and did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember the covenant of brotherhood&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God was unhappy with the land of Tyre because they &lt;em&gt;“did not remember the covenant of brotherhood”&lt;/em&gt;. We must never forget those to whom we are connected. I cannot cut off my right arm, nor can I ignore my fellow human. &lt;em&gt;“The covenant of brotherhood”&lt;/em&gt; is a sacred reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My kids were famous for their sales ability. From a very young age they believed mom and dad were their ultimate ‘wish list’ providers. When we showed sales resistance, the children were all too willing (and never too embarrassed) to ‘go for the close’ and ‘ask for the order’. By adolescence the stakes became higher and their powers of persuasion even more finely tuned and impassioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Jack got skis. Why can’t I have skis?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Well son, we don’t have the money for that.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Well dad, just go to the bank and &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; some!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Money in the bank”.&amp;nbsp;The thought resonated with me. It became a concept to embrace and eventually a child-raising theme of mine. I tried to explain that “money in the bank” did not just appear. Someone had to &lt;em&gt;put&lt;/em&gt; it there. I told my kids they could have anything they wanted if they would just put “money in the bank”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The principle is not financial only. It applies to far more than the acquisition of material things. “Money in the bank” is an emotional, relational, and spiritual truism. If you put “money in the bank”, you can have anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyUJgSzfNwI/AAAAAAAAHwU/meDIApu_Zxw/s1600/piggy+bank+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414744577391146754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyUJgSzfNwI/AAAAAAAAHwU/meDIApu_Zxw/s320/piggy+bank+2.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 320px; margin-top: 0px; width: 317px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My wife did a fair amount of child care for our neighbors (i.e., transporting kids, babysitting, gift giving, meals, play dates, etc.). Not surprisingly, our children were the regular&amp;nbsp;beneficiaries&amp;nbsp;of ample and similar child care from the neighbors.&amp;nbsp;Every time the woman I married gave to a neighborhood child, it was “money in the bank”. She is invested&amp;nbsp;favors and easily withdrew a few whenever she needed them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is&lt;em&gt; “the covenant of brotherhood” &lt;/em&gt;in action. We give and take. We reap and sow. We invest and withdraw. We share and receive. “What &lt;em&gt;goes&lt;/em&gt; around…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The covenant of brotherhood”&lt;/em&gt; must never be forgotten. We are here for each other. We must give when we can and receive when we must. We take care of each other. Without &lt;em&gt;“the covenant of brotherhood”&lt;/em&gt; our&amp;nbsp;community of faith, our network of business, our culture of connection, our bonds of friendship&amp;nbsp;simply fail. Our society and humanity depend upon &lt;em&gt;“the covenant of brotherhood”. &lt;/em&gt;We need each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Remember the covenant of brotherhood”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5100928407762179877?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5100928407762179877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5100928407762179877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5100928407762179877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5100928407762179877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/covenant-of-brotherhood.html' title='&quot;The Covenant of Brotherhood&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyUJCcJEemI/AAAAAAAAHv8/1X1G7oXM--c/s72-c/handshake+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7211017223313165101</id><published>2011-12-15T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:27:31.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Have Hope"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Joel 2.3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2I0IvkgINI/AAAAAAAABt4/KlFWbfmvvaw/s1600-h/hope+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414028873214538706" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyJ-k0-pM9I/AAAAAAAAHv0/fe9mvwC4YnI/s400/hope+girl+brighter+and+larger.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 267px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Fire burns in front of them, and flames follow after them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahead of them the land lies as beautiful as the Garden of Eden. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind them is nothing but desolation&lt;/strong&gt;; not one thing escapes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This morning I read the short book of Joel. What a glorious piece of work! The prophet describes a plague of &lt;em&gt;“gnawing”, “swarming”, “creeping”, and “stripping”&lt;/em&gt; locusts. They swarm Palestine in such numbers the sky turns black on the &lt;em&gt;“day of darkness and gloom”&lt;/em&gt; (Joel 2.2). The devastation of this devouring army of insects is nearly indescribable. The wind carries them to fertile lands of lush, green vegetation. They leave behind only barrenness and desolation.[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The words of the prophet offer hope to those who suffer from a painful and disappointing past. Like the locust, &lt;em&gt;“behind them is nothing but desolation”.&lt;/em&gt; This may be good news for the sad of heart. Their worst days are truly &lt;em&gt;“behind them”.&lt;/em&gt; Things will get better because &lt;em&gt;“ahead of them the land lies as beautiful as the Garden of Eden”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There’s hope from the pages of Joel this morning...&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2I0TfkgIPI/AAAAAAAABuI/Z5og4Nl0o3g/s1600-h/silver+lining+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; bright &lt;em&gt;“Garden of Eden”&lt;/em&gt; lies at the end of your long, dark tunnel of &lt;em&gt;“desolation”&lt;/em&gt;; a silver lining &lt;em&gt;“as beautiful as the Garden of Eden”&lt;/em&gt; lies behind your temporary cloud of &lt;em&gt;“desolation”. &lt;/em&gt;Jesus will &lt;em&gt;“prepare a table before”&lt;/em&gt; you and your &lt;em&gt;“cup overflows”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 23.5) with “&lt;em&gt;rivers of living water”&lt;/em&gt; (John 7.38) in the &lt;em&gt;“beautiful”&lt;/em&gt; land of&lt;em&gt; “Eden”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God loves you. Forget the nothingness of &lt;em&gt;“desolation” &lt;/em&gt;all too visible in the &lt;em&gt;“behind” &lt;/em&gt;part of your life. Ignore the&amp;nbsp;rear view mirror of loss and barrenness. Look instead to &lt;em&gt;“the land”&lt;/em&gt; which &lt;em&gt;“lies ahead as beautiful as the Garden of Eden”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today, have hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;____________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27936658#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] This plague, which probably occurred about 800 B.C., foreshadowed at least three historical events which were to come: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Babylonian and Assyrian invasions suffered by Israel and Judah in the middle of the millennium preceding the first coming of Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The birthday of the Church when, on the day of Pentecost, Peter identified Joel’s prophecy with a unique visitation of the Holy Spirit causing a handful of believers &lt;em&gt;“to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit was giving them utterance”&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 2. 4, 14-21). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The great tribulation preceding the second coming of Christ sometime in the future when, as seen in the vision of John’s revelation,&lt;em&gt; “the sun became black… and the whole moon became like blood”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 6.12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7211017223313165101?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7211017223313165101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7211017223313165101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7211017223313165101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7211017223313165101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-hope.html' title='&quot;Have Hope&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyJ-k0-pM9I/AAAAAAAAHv0/fe9mvwC4YnI/s72-c/hope+girl+brighter+and+larger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7817009295700641782</id><published>2011-12-14T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:33:33.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Divine Pick-Me-Up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413847362226380482" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyHZff2wXsI/AAAAAAAAHvk/nB_iwwp_Leo/s400/mistletoe-sprig.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 366px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hosea 11.4 NAS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“I led them with cords of a man, with bonds of love, and I became to them as one who lifts the yoke from their jaws; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I bent down&lt;/strong&gt; and fed them.” &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;NAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“and &lt;strong&gt;I bent down to them&lt;/strong&gt; and gently laid food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;before them.” &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;AMP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I stooped&lt;/strong&gt; and fed them.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I heard the rustle of happy sounds coming from the entry of our home. “Come here Daddy. Hurry!” I played dumb. Mom hung mistletoe and the kids wanted to give it a test drive. My two youngest children and their mother met my approach with lots of giggling. I pretended not to notice the Christmas decoration hanging over their heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My 5-year old Rachel cried, “Pick me up Daddy.” “Why?”, I inquired. “Please Daddy. Just pick me up. Hurry!” I knew what was coming. I bent over and lifted her to face level. She kissed my cheek over and over. My wife and boy joined the fun. There was lots of kissing and laughter. Thank God for mistletoe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyHZsWkuF9I/AAAAAAAAHvs/Q9RAC0AlHw0/s1600/PickMeUpDaddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413847583073114066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyHZsWkuF9I/AAAAAAAAHvs/Q9RAC0AlHw0/s400/PickMeUpDaddy.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 431px; margin-top: 0px; width: 298px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;“bent down”.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;“stooped”&lt;/em&gt; over. I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to. There was no other way to pick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R2C6kQETZqI/AAAAAAAABtw/3BwCA4ce6JY/s1600-h/pick+me+up+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;up my little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I need Jesus bend down and pick me up… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I fall and hurt myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I’m lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;... when I wonder if I’m&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I want to show &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I need some attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I’m looking for direction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I want a better view of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I feel unworthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...when I need to feel His warmth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Call it a ‘divine pick-me-up’. It’s better than caffeine, vitamins, or sugar. I was unable to jump into His strong arms. He’s too big for me. Jesus &lt;em&gt;“stooped”&lt;/em&gt; over to embrace me. He &lt;em&gt;“bent down”&lt;/em&gt; to pick&amp;nbsp;me up. When I’m in His arms, I feel warm and secure; I&amp;nbsp;never want to get down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’m glad for God’s gracious condescension. He &lt;em&gt;“stooped”&lt;/em&gt; over and &lt;em&gt;“bent down”&lt;/em&gt; when He heard the urgent prayer of my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Come here Jesus. Hurry! Pick me up. Please!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Photograph &lt;em&gt;"Pick Me Up Daddy&lt;/em&gt;" from Heart of the Father Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7817009295700641782?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7817009295700641782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7817009295700641782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7817009295700641782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7817009295700641782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/divine-pick-me-up.html' title='&quot;A Divine Pick-Me-Up&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyHZff2wXsI/AAAAAAAAHvk/nB_iwwp_Leo/s72-c/mistletoe-sprig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3157757986807328740</id><published>2011-12-13T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T07:03:10.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"These Little Ones"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hosea 9.10d AMP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413630991858992258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyEUtFbNBII/AAAAAAAAHvU/alrWayKxe7k/s400/IJM+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 285px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 385px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“…they became &lt;strong&gt;detestable and loathsome&lt;/strong&gt; like that which they loved.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The following subject matter is almost too horrific to print. If it were not true, then no decent person would dare to speak of this &lt;em&gt;“detestable and loathsome”&lt;/em&gt; thing. But it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; true. Many of us have the bad habit of reading ourselves into every Bible verse. We read about God’s wrath (as in Hosea, chapter 9 for example), and react with, “How can God be so heartless? The Bible is too judgmental. I want nothing to do with an angry God.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We don’t relate to a God like that because we’re not &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to. This text was not intended as a rebuke against us. Hosea wrote these words specifically to godless people in Israel over 2,700 years ago! Here’s a revelation… it’s not all about you or me. Here’s another one… there are some &lt;em&gt;“detestable and loathsome”&lt;/em&gt; characters who deserve God’s wrath. Maybe not you, but some do. There are a few bad guys out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1_yjS4pxII/AAAAAAAABtY/a9I9X5LwDa0/s1600-h/IJM+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In the holiday edition of the World Vision 2007 “Gift Catalog”, subscribers were invited to purchase life-sustaining Christmas gifts for a less fortunate human being in other parts of the world. My son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Robert&lt;/span&gt; was seven years old when he heard about this opportunity at school. He decided to buy a couple of chickens for a needy family with money that would otherwise have been spent on another toy for his December birthday. It was his choice. I was very proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I first heard about the horrors of human trafficking from this magazine. On page 27 of this World Vision catalog was story entitled “Sold. Trafficked. Abused.” The article described the plight of 14 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; from Cambodia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“After arriving at the [World Vision] center, I felt like I was coming over the hill to heaven, because just the day before I was imprisoned in a dark room with my legs and arms tied and had nothing to eat. The center staff loved me a took care of me like their own daughter. I found it enjoyable to learn new skills at the center, especially hairdressing… [now] I want to learn more, so I can qualify to work for a big company or start my own business.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And more from Lea’s journey… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“‘My mother sold me for $500 to the brothel owner [to buy] food,’ says Lea, who was required to serve eight to 12 ‘clients’ a day until being rescued and brought to a World Vision-supported shelter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It’s hard to imagine there are people so &lt;em&gt;“detestable and loathsome” &lt;/em&gt;they would make a business of robbing little girls of their virginity by catering to those who want to satisfy their twisted idea of sexual fulfillment. I would hate to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; them when they stand before Jesus on Judgment Day and He reminds them of &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; little Bible verse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it would be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his neck, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jesus, Matthew 18.5-6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NASU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Some people deserve the wrath of God. They’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;earned&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Below are organizations and resources to help you help children, some as young as 7 years old, trapped in the illegal sex trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;World Vision&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.worldvision.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;International Justice Mission&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ijm.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.ijm.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. I was deeply moved when I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IJM&lt;/span&gt; president, Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haugen&lt;/span&gt;, speak at our church. He is an attorney working with governments world-wide to abolish modern day slavery in all ugly manifestations (child sex trafficking, illegal detention and property seizure, sexual violence, etc.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;U.S. Department of State&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.state.gov/g/tip/rls/tiprpt/2004/33186.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.state.gov/g/tip/rls/tiprpt/2004/33186.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-3157757986807328740?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3157757986807328740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3157757986807328740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3157757986807328740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3157757986807328740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-little-ones.html' title='&quot;These Little Ones&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SyEUtFbNBII/AAAAAAAAHvU/alrWayKxe7k/s72-c/IJM+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-1814798892925026224</id><published>2011-12-12T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:15:20.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ishi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413281717659317778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx_XCpozNhI/AAAAAAAAHu8/DbicGe3dfOI/s400/JesusHoldingBabyClose.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 222px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hosea 2:16-17 (18-19) CJB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R11z7y4pxBI/AAAAAAAABsg/aBz5BuOKkpM/s1600-h/hugging+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“On that day,” says Adonai “&lt;strong&gt;you will call me Ishi [My Husband]&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;you will no longer call me Ba‘ali [My Master]&lt;/strong&gt;. For I will remove the names of the ba‘alim from her mouth; they will never again be mentioned by name.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My dad went through a phase when I was about seven or eight years old. He apparently&amp;nbsp;wanted to teach my brother and me a little respect. We were to refer to him as “Sir”. If dad asked me a question, my&amp;nbsp;answer from that time forward was “Yes sir” or “No sir”. I didn’t get it but I tried. When I forgot, dad reminded me.&amp;nbsp;“Don’t say ‘daddy’. I’m ‘Sir’”. “OK, Sir”, I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R110MC4pxEI/AAAAAAAABs4/ywQ85UkJKa0/s1600-h/hugging+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This phase didn’t last long. Somehow, even my father recognized the silliness. I now understand his reasoning. He was an officer, a military commander, a pilot trainer in the United States Air Force. He &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to command respect. That was his job. He could not allow familiarity to breed contempt with his cadets. My father probably needed somebody to practice on so my brother and I were enlisted as little soldiers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eventually, my mother’s wishes prevailed and it back to “dad”. We all liked it better that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx_XP2k-7MI/AAAAAAAAHvM/6FVfQnomArM/s1600-h/JesusTicklingBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413281944471268546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx_XP2k-7MI/AAAAAAAAHvM/6FVfQnomArM/s400/JesusTicklingBoy.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Complete Jewish Version of the Bible provides excellent plain English clarity for&amp;nbsp;Hosea 2.16-17.&amp;nbsp;The Lord (&lt;em&gt;Adonai&lt;/em&gt;) offers us a term of endearment… &lt;em&gt;Ishi&lt;/em&gt; (my husband). It’s a relational word inviting closeness and communion with someone you trust. &lt;em&gt;Ishi&lt;/em&gt; is pure love and acceptance. It is the whisper of lovers and the proud announcement of a woman who knows deeply and believes fully in her man. Nothing’s held back. There are no secrets between &lt;em&gt;Ishi&lt;/em&gt; and the object of his love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Above all else, &lt;em&gt;Ishi&lt;/em&gt; means friendship. Pure, lasting, fully devoted, and mutual friendship. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R110Ly4pxDI/AAAAAAAABsw/WtAKVkDnCsc/s1600-h/hugging+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba’ali&lt;/em&gt;, on the other hand, is a legal term meaning “my master”. It implies ownership and reduces its subject to slavery. Besides being the name of the fertility god Baal, the word was used by ancient Hebrews to show respect for a husband. It would be like a princess calling her prince “My Lord”, or Beaver’s mom referring to her husband as “Mr. Cleaver”, or my wife and kids calling me “Sir” (perish the thought!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus is my Lord. Yes, it’s true. But He is far &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than that to me. He is my friend. I love Him and He loves me. We are tight for life, forever. He loves you, by the way, in exactly the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“You are my friends if you do what I command. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn’t confide in his slaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jesus, John 15.14-15 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx_XCy0Ie0I/AAAAAAAAHvE/C_PVe4AuMDo/s1600-h/JesusHoldingBabyHigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413281720122768194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx_XCy0Ie0I/AAAAAAAAHvE/C_PVe4AuMDo/s400/JesusHoldingBabyHigh.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 337px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 350px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I always respected my dad and I didn’t need to call him “sir” to prove it. I knew he would take a bullet for me. That was enough. “Sir” and “dad” eventually became united in my heart. The last time we spoke, Dad was suffering badly from cancer. I cuddled up beside him on his bed and read from the Bible. He acknowledged his friend and Savior Jesus. He told me how much he loved me and how very proud he was of me. We spoke about the times we would enjoy together someday in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus is &lt;em&gt;Ishi&lt;/em&gt; to me. So was my dad. So is my wife and children and a few very dear people I am privileged to call friends. I can’t wait to see &lt;em&gt;Ishi &lt;/em&gt;Jesus and my &lt;em&gt;Ishi &lt;/em&gt;dad again face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;____________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The beautiful drawings on this post are entitled &lt;em&gt;"Snuggling Infant", "Playful Boys"&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;"Laughing Baby"&lt;/em&gt; by artist and mother Jean Keaton whose children are pictured in these images with Christ. Jean's amazing and personal artwork is used here by her gracious permission and&amp;nbsp;well communicates the message of &lt;em&gt;"Ishi" &lt;/em&gt;from Hosea, chapter 2. You can view and purchase Jean's wonderful works of love at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keatonprints.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.keatonprints.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-1814798892925026224?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1814798892925026224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=1814798892925026224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/1814798892925026224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/1814798892925026224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/ishi.html' title='&quot;Ishi&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx_XCpozNhI/AAAAAAAAHu8/DbicGe3dfOI/s72-c/JesusHoldingBabyClose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3489249464293705350</id><published>2011-12-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:57:16.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Despicable!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel 11.21a, 29-30, 45c NASB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…&lt;strong&gt;a despicable person&lt;/strong&gt; will arise.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx81lZjPI3I/AAAAAAAAHu0/9rP3-AIvuns/s1600/antichrist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="295" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413104193752736626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx81lZjPI3I/AAAAAAAAHu0/9rP3-AIvuns/s400/antichrist.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“At the appointed time &lt;strong&gt;he will return&lt;/strong&gt; and come into the South, &lt;strong&gt;but this last time it will not turn out the way it did before&lt;/strong&gt;. For ships of Kittim will come against him; therefore &lt;strong&gt;he will be disheartened,&lt;/strong&gt; and will return &lt;strong&gt;and become enraged at&lt;/strong&gt; the holy covenant and &lt;strong&gt;take action&lt;/strong&gt;...” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…he will come to his end, and &lt;strong&gt;no one will help him&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In his counsel to Darius, King of Persia, the prophet Daniel warned of &lt;em&gt;“a despicable person” &lt;/em&gt;who would arise &lt;em&gt;“in a time of tranquility and seize the kingdom by intrigue”.&lt;/em&gt; This vile character will &lt;em&gt;“practice deception”&lt;/em&gt; and set up the infamous &lt;em&gt;“abomination of desolation”&lt;/em&gt; referred to by Jesus Christ just prior to &lt;em&gt;“a great tribulation, such as has not occurred since the beginning of the world until now, nor ever will.”&lt;/em&gt;[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The appointed time”&lt;/em&gt; has yet to occur, but when it does, according our text in Daniel, the &lt;em&gt;“despicable”&lt;/em&gt; man will… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…return to southern Palestine&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; but to his disappointment, his visit &lt;em&gt;“will not turn out the way it did before”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;…become &lt;em&gt;“disheartened”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“enraged”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“take&lt;/em&gt; [evil] &lt;em&gt;action”&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perhaps the villain of our text is one in the same with the &lt;em&gt;“antichrist”&lt;/em&gt; of 1st and 2nd John.[2] Or, maybe he’s Wormwood the fallen star (Revelation 10-11), or the &lt;em&gt;“beast”&lt;/em&gt; from the book of Revelation, or the&lt;em&gt; “false prophet”,&lt;/em&gt; or the&lt;em&gt; “devil”&lt;/em&gt; himself, all of whom will eventually be&lt;em&gt; “thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone”.&lt;/em&gt;[3] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’ll leave his identity to the scholars of eschatology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx81lZjPI3I/AAAAAAAAHu0/9rP3-AIvuns/s1600-h/antichrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mine is the more enriching work of personal application. It may be ‘anti-christian’ to compare oneself to the antichrist; nevertheless I can fall easily into a milder version of the very same pattern as the bad guy in Daniel’s prophesy. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When things don’t &lt;em&gt;“turn out the way”&lt;/em&gt; I had hoped, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I can become “&lt;em&gt;disheartened”&lt;/em&gt; and ‘act out’. Nothing good came from this pattern for &lt;em&gt;“the despicable person” &lt;/em&gt;and nothing good ever comes of it for me&lt;em&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…he will come to his end, and no one will help him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When things do &lt;em&gt;“not turn out the way” &lt;/em&gt;I’d like, it’s natural to become &lt;em&gt;“disheartened”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“take&lt;/em&gt; [undesirable] &lt;em&gt;action”.&lt;/em&gt; In the end, however, &lt;em&gt;“no one will help”&lt;/em&gt; me except Jesus. His answer is generally more weighted on the side of repentance than on the side of excessive sympathy. &lt;em&gt;“Repent”&lt;/em&gt;[4] is probably the best advice I give myself when I discover I am behaving like &lt;em&gt;“a despicable person”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142215098456720386" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1zRYy4pxAI/AAAAAAAABsY/gMoSkih8zdw/s320/repent+2+aa.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;___________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] Matthew 24.15, 21 and parallel passage Mark 13.14, 18. This period of tribulation was predicted by Daniel 600 years before the ministry of Jesus: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“And there will be a time of distress such as never occurred” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Daniel 12.1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[2] 1st John 2.18, 22; 4.3; 2nd John 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[3] Revelation 20.10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[4]&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“From that time Jesus began to preach and say, ‘Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;hand’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 4.17). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-3489249464293705350?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3489249464293705350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3489249464293705350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3489249464293705350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3489249464293705350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/daniel-11.html' title='&quot;Despicable!&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sx81lZjPI3I/AAAAAAAAHu0/9rP3-AIvuns/s72-c/antichrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2273939447494632628</id><published>2011-12-08T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:38:29.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Truth Fairy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel 8.12b NET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;It hurled truth to the ground&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and enjoyed success.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szmAixHLFuI/TuDvpLMaYZI/AAAAAAAAJK4/EmZ0PEm-bH8/s1600/New+Picture+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szmAixHLFuI/TuDvpLMaYZI/AAAAAAAAJK4/EmZ0PEm-bH8/s320/New+Picture+%25281%2529.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jesus claimed, &lt;em&gt;“Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice”&lt;/em&gt; (John 18.37-38). Pontius Pilate, with the passivity typical of weak leadership, washed his hands of Christ’s claim with the question, &lt;em&gt;“What is truth?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’ve wondered the same thing. What is truth, really? I do not question the reality of Jesus or the reliability of the Bible. In those truths I am secure. But what about lesser truths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel the prophet saw a vision of a goat with four horns on his head. The smallest horn grew to be the largest and &lt;em&gt;“even magnified itself to be equal”&lt;/em&gt; with the Lord. One of the chief characteristics of this evil being was its complete disregard for truth in the pursuit of its personal success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It hurled truth to the ground and enjoyed success.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When my son was 8 years old and lost a tooth. He carefully placed it in the “Tooth Fairy Pillow” my wife lovingly embroidered for occasions like this. When she went to his room about 10 p.m. to exchange money for a molar, my wife was surprised to discover Robert was still awake. “Are you the tooth fairy Mom?” Mom was caught off guard and denied any relationship with the magical being. The job of slipping the tooth out and the money in was now left to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;About 5:30 the next morning, I crept into his room with 50¢ and quietly removed the tooth from under my son’s pillow. With it, I found a handwritten note from Robert revealing his quest for truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Dear Tooth Fairy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;What do you believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I want your autograph, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;sign here ________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Please answer my questions. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;(Other side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I charge 3 bucks!! (not kidding)” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was dumbfounded. I forged my best authorized “Tooth Fairy” signature with the flourish warranted by such a famous “autograph” and slipped my answers back under the pillow with a quarter, two dimes, and a nickel…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;[Where do you live?] “In the love between you and your family.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;[What do you believe in?] “Having fun with your family and laughing all the time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;[Other side] “I pay only 50¢! Sorry!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Did I lie? Did I &lt;em&gt;“hurl truth to the ground”&lt;/em&gt;? Should I have come clean with my son about the Tooth Fairy? We teach him about Jesus Christ and claim the Bible is the living Word of God. I certainly didn’t want to lump Jesus into the same category as Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I determined Robert&amp;nbsp;was smarter than I first thought. I suspected Robert already knew the difference between truth and make-believe. Make-believe is lesser truth. It points to greater truth.&amp;nbsp;Like all&amp;nbsp;funny jokes, good magic tricks, popular movies, playful teasing, historic legends, most games, small exaggerations, and artistic fantasy, make-believe can be an excellent conveyor of truth.&amp;nbsp;If I tell my hostess that her very average dinner was scrumptious, am I a liar?&amp;nbsp; Or, have I exaggerated just a bit to convey the greater truth of gratitude for her hospitality? When a 3 year old snarls &lt;em&gt;“ggrrrr”&lt;/em&gt; and claims to be a tiger, should I correct him? &lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;No, you're a little boy pretending to be a tiger&lt;em&gt;”&lt;/em&gt; may be left unsaid.&amp;nbsp;We both understand he is not a real tiger.&amp;nbsp;It’s a game the child&amp;nbsp;has invited me to play.&amp;nbsp;I should feel honored and participate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Robert already&amp;nbsp;knew the Tooth Fairy wasn’t real. I even think he knew&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; knew he knew. But he enjoyed the game. So did his mother and I. If I chose to answer his questions with sterile accuracy, the game would be over. Robert would soon tire of the Tooth Fairy game on his own schedule.&amp;nbsp; I did not want him to grow up too fast. The&amp;nbsp;Tooth Fairy&amp;nbsp;ritual helped to foster the “truth” of cherished&amp;nbsp;family values... sharing&amp;nbsp;joy, laughter, and fun. We kept the “Tooth Fairy” magic going and extended Robert’s childhood for about another year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lesser truths soon disappear. We outgrow them. Eventually, they fail us or we learn to live without them. But Jesus&amp;nbsp;is the Truth above all other truths. I want Robert to have know with certainty that Jesus will always be with him when all other lesser truths fall away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am the way, and the truth, and the life.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;John 14.6; Hebrews 13.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-2273939447494632628?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2273939447494632628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2273939447494632628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2273939447494632628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2273939447494632628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth-fairy.html' title='&quot;The Truth Fairy&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szmAixHLFuI/TuDvpLMaYZI/AAAAAAAAJK4/EmZ0PEm-bH8/s72-c/New+Picture+%25281%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-3917318129408680810</id><published>2011-12-07T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:41:53.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxfwnVzfcKI/AAAAAAAAHuU/kJxW7gZAfX4/s1600/not-for-sale-sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="282" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411058035967619234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxfwnVzfcKI/AAAAAAAAHuU/kJxW7gZAfX4/s400/not-for-sale-sign.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel 5.17 CJB &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Dani’el answered the king, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;‘&lt;strong&gt;Keep your gifts, and give &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your rewards to someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;else.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;However, I will read the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;inscription &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;to the king and tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;him what it means.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Can I be bought? It’s an important question. Are my ethics for sale? At the right price, will I falter in my resolve to do the right thing?&amp;nbsp;Do I cower before the god of public opinion? Would I trade my values for a chance at fortune and fame? Will I forsake what I know to be true so people will think well of me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Who do I serve... money, approval, comfort, things, self or... &lt;em&gt;God? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;King Belshazzar dishonored the things of God. He drank freely from the holy vessels stolen from the temple in Jerusalem and “&lt;em&gt;praised the gods of gold and silver, of bronze, iron, wood and stone”&lt;/em&gt; (Daniel 5.4). God crashed the royal party with a divine message written by the finger of God on the palace wall in the presence of a thousand noble guests:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;מ נ א מ נ א ת ק ל ו פ ר ס י ן&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Belshazzar could not read the handwriting on the wall (and neither can you, unless you know Hebrew). He offered Daniel royal garments, &lt;em&gt;“a necklace of gold” and “authority as the third ruler in the kingdom”&lt;/em&gt; (Daniel 5.16) if he would reveal the meaning of the menacing words. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Daniel’s response:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Keep your gifts, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and give your rewards &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to someone else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will read &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inscription &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;king and tell him what it means.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel could not be bought. What about &lt;em&gt;me?&lt;/em&gt; What about &lt;em&gt;you? &lt;/em&gt;It’s an important question.&lt;/span&gt; ___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Find the prophet's interpretation of the handwriting on the wall (&lt;em&gt;MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN&lt;/em&gt;) in Daniel, chapter 5, verses 25-28. &lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-3917318129408680810?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3917318129408680810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=3917318129408680810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3917318129408680810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/3917318129408680810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mene-mene-tekel-upharsin.html' title='&quot;Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxfwnVzfcKI/AAAAAAAAHuU/kJxW7gZAfX4/s72-c/not-for-sale-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-4886636316905298993</id><published>2011-12-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:39:26.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Ultimate Consequence"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel 3.16-18 NIV &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxaiKE2EqNI/AAAAAAAAHuE/pQzf0B699Kg/s1600-h/Fiery%2520Furnace+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690296315160786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxaiKE2EqNI/AAAAAAAAHuE/pQzf0B699Kg/s1600/Fiery%2520Furnace+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego replied to the king, ‘O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; we serve &lt;strong&gt;is able to save us&lt;/strong&gt; from it, and He will rescue us from your hand, O king. &lt;strong&gt;But even if He does not,&lt;/strong&gt; we want you to know, O king, that &lt;strong&gt;we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.&lt;/strong&gt;’”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What happens when a man or woman faces the ultimate consequence of obedience? Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego knew the consequence… death by burning. What an awful way to go. Were they&amp;nbsp;naïve, idealistic, stupid? Or, were simply willing to face any consequence in their obedience to God?&amp;nbsp;These young men fully expected to suffer for their decision of faith. Nothing moved them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1ay-SJjZmI/AAAAAAAABqo/VSYRScHvl3k/s1600-h/fire+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;not even Nebuchadnezzar’s death threat. Everyone else could bow before the king’s 90 foot golden statue, but they would &lt;em&gt;not.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;History is filled with heroes of faith who, like these young Hebrew men, faced the ultimate consequence of obedience to God. Some made it, others did not. Some were rescued by divine intervention. Others got an early one-way ticket to paradise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Abraham was willing to sacrifice of his son, Isaac (Genesis 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The mother of Moses set her baby son afloat in a wicker basket (Exodus 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel was thrown to the lions when he refused to stop praying (Daniel 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Esther risked her life to before the golden scepter of King Ahasuerus (Esther 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nehemiah undertook the dangerous mission of rebuilding the city walls (Nehemiah 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Peter claimed &lt;em&gt;“We must obey God rather than men”&lt;/em&gt; and kept on preaching (Acts 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stephen chose death by stoning for his belief in Jesus Christ (Acts 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Others were tortured, slain with swords, stoned to death, and &lt;em&gt;“sawn in two”&lt;/em&gt; for their faith (Hebrews 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stories of martyrs inspire me. Survivors like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego also inspire me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“…the God we serve is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;able &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to save us from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[the blazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;furnace]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will rescue us&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;your hand, O king. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But even if He does not,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;we want you to know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O king,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we will not serve your gods&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;worship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the image of gold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have set up.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Jesus did not promise a life of comfort. If I think He &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;, I will feel betrayed when life is hard. I would rather not&amp;nbsp;face &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;consequence for my obedience to God, certainly not the &lt;em&gt;ultimate &lt;/em&gt;one. I’m far too comfortable for that. I need a shot of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego mixed with the power of God and the words of Job...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Though&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;He slay me, yet will I trust Him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Job 13.15 KJV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;__________________&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The beautiful watercolor painting at the top right of this post is entitled "Fiery Furnace" by artist Margrit Roussos whose Biblical art you can view&amp;nbsp;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brushspace.com/artist/Margrit-Prigge1"&gt;http://www.brushspace.com/artist/Margrit-Prigge1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://magritpriggeart.co.za/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When Nebuchadnezzar peered into the fiery furnace he was amazed to find (in the king's own words) &lt;em&gt;"four men loosed and walking about in the midst of the fire without harm, and the appearance of the fourth is like a son of the gods". &lt;/em&gt;The traditional interpretation claims the fourth being was an angel. Perhaps it was&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;a pre-incarnate visitation of Jesus Christ Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-4886636316905298993?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4886636316905298993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=4886636316905298993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4886636316905298993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4886636316905298993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/but-even-if-he-does-not.html' title='&quot;The Ultimate Consequence&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxaiKE2EqNI/AAAAAAAAHuE/pQzf0B699Kg/s72-c/Fiery%2520Furnace+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2687992201396661740</id><published>2011-12-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:15:14.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fragile Feet"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel 2.34-35 NASU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“…&lt;strong&gt;a stone… struck the statue on its feet of iron and clay and crushed them.&lt;/strong&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“But &lt;strong&gt;the stone&lt;/strong&gt; that struck the statue &lt;strong&gt;became a great mountain and filled the whole earth&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxP0T83UMrI/AAAAAAAAHt0/W9QpODe8s3g/s1600/feet+of+clay+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409936200994927282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxP0T83UMrI/AAAAAAAAHt0/W9QpODe8s3g/s1600/feet+of+clay+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The prophet Daniel displayed amazing supernatural ability in his interpretation of King Nebuchadnezzar’s dream which predicted with absolute historical accuracy the world powers following the rise and fall of Babylon. The king saw a &lt;em&gt;“great statue… of extraordinary splendor” &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;“awesome in appearance”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 31). Its head was gold; its breast and arms were silver. It had a belly of bronze and feet made &lt;em&gt;“partly of iron and partly of clay”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 33). A stone &lt;em&gt;“cut out of the mountain without hands”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 45) fell on the &lt;em&gt;“feet of iron and clay and crushed them”&lt;/em&gt;. The statue fell before the superior power of God whose kingdom of heaven would &lt;em&gt;“endure forever” &lt;/em&gt;(v. 44)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel outlined a future chronology starting with the prophet’s own time period by informing the King of Babylon, &lt;em&gt;“You are the head of gold”&lt;/em&gt; (v. 38). Using the imagery of the statue’s elements, Daniel predicted the world powers that would follow Babylon over the next 600 years… Persia (silver), Greece (bronze), and Rome (iron). The Roman empire would be a kingdom with feet of &lt;em&gt;“iron mixed with common clay” &lt;/em&gt;(v 41) whose influential men sought, but ultimately failed, to consolidate massive political forces and become a lasting super power. Daniel prophesied, &lt;em&gt;“They&lt;/em&gt; [the leadership of Rome]&lt;em&gt; will not adhere to one another, even as iron does not combine with pottery”&lt;/em&gt; (v.43). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxP0b_2i3WI/AAAAAAAAHt8/wUsbCJ4nsgM/s1600/seward_-_mary_%26_baby_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel referred of the day when a virgin would give &lt;em&gt;“birth to her firstborn son; and&lt;/em&gt; [wrap] &lt;em&gt;Him in cloths, and &lt;/em&gt;[lay] &lt;em&gt;Him in a manger”&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 2.7). This is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;pivotal event of all human history and occurred during the &lt;em&gt;“iron”&lt;/em&gt; rule of Rome when Caesar Augustus was the Emperor (Luke 2.1). This baby established an eternal kingdom we now call the Church of Jesus Christ and will someday &lt;em&gt;“crush and put an end to all these kingdoms” &lt;/em&gt;(v. 44)&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;“feet of clay”&lt;/em&gt; and with one blow from the Rock of Ages, I would fall helplessly to my knees. It would be wise for me to voluntarily kneel before I badly wound my fragile feet. __________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; The book of Daniel is comprised of five stories and five visions. You can find an outline of this book by pressing the link called &lt;em&gt;“Daniel ~ Faith on Trial”&lt;/em&gt; under "Detailed Bible Charts" in the left column of this blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-2687992201396661740?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2687992201396661740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2687992201396661740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2687992201396661740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2687992201396661740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/fragile-feet.html' title='&quot;Fragile Feet&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxP0T83UMrI/AAAAAAAAHt0/W9QpODe8s3g/s72-c/feet+of+clay+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-2145277838188953072</id><published>2011-12-02T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:03:36.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Leave Different than You Came"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 46.9 NKJV &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxFmq6_EpUI/AAAAAAAAHtk/bu-WzBKUmYg/s1600/nun+in+pew+flip+large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409217515023017282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxFmq6_EpUI/AAAAAAAAHtk/bu-WzBKUmYg/s400/nun+in+pew+flip+large.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 270px; margin-top: 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“But when the people of the land &lt;strong&gt;come before the Lord on the appointed feast days&lt;/strong&gt;, whoever enters by way of the north gate to worship shall go out by way of the south gate; and whoever enters by way of the south gate shall go out by way of the north gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He shall not return by way of the gate through which he came, but shall go out through the opposite gate.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This verse speaks to me about the impact of worship. No one leaves true worship the way they entered. If you come in from the north, you leave by way of the south. If you come in &lt;em&gt;“by way of the south gate&lt;/em&gt; [you]&lt;em&gt; shall go out by way of the north gate”.&lt;/em&gt; No exceptions. A true worshipper… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“…shall not return by way of the gate through which he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;came, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but shall go out through the opposite gate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Be wary of those who claim they worship continually. No one does that. While it is theoretically possible, human beings, even mature believers, are not&amp;nbsp;perfected in their practice of the presence of Christ&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1GmKeBaHhI/AAAAAAAABog/nYladaGNayQ/s1600-R/nun+in+pew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our day of perfection will come. Jesus promised, &lt;em&gt;“You are to be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 5.48). &lt;em&gt;“Perfect”&lt;/em&gt; is something for which we strive by the grace of God. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;perfection is a future hope, not a present reality. In heaven we will live each eternal moment in the glorious bliss of ecstatic worship. Until then, moments of true connection with God through the practice of Biblical worship comes in spurts. Like a drowning man gasping for air, we surface occasionally for enough life-giving breath of worship to sustain us until we reach heaven’s shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqocqJmNU1w/Ttjlk6jmnpI/AAAAAAAAJKw/JsTASKYi2Dc/s1600/jump_for_joy_cropped_bright+bw2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqocqJmNU1w/Ttjlk6jmnpI/AAAAAAAAJKw/JsTASKYi2Dc/s320/jump_for_joy_cropped_bright+bw2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxFmwhMFVSI/AAAAAAAAHts/F-6zdvWom7w/s1600/jump+for+joy+cropped+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel’s Jews were reminded of the value of worship &lt;em&gt;“when the people of the land&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;[came]&lt;em&gt; before the Lord on the appointed feast days”&lt;/em&gt;. Christians historically celebrate their &lt;em&gt;“appointed feast days”&lt;/em&gt; each Sunday morning at their local church.[1] Prepare to leave your house of worship different than the way you arrived. If you are determined to remain unchanged by the worship event, Jesus will regretfully grant your request. Stubborn pew-warmers always leave church the same way they came. Let the Divine-human encounter affect you. Be a true worshipper who…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“…shall not return by way of the gate through which he came, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but shall go out through the opposite gate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;_______________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] Seventh Day Adventists worship&amp;nbsp;on Saturday to &lt;em&gt;“honor the Sabbath”&lt;/em&gt; according to the Hebrew tradition. They claim that since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God &lt;em&gt;“rested on the seventh day” &lt;/em&gt;(Genesis 2.2), we should too. There is ample Biblical evidence for the practice of honoring the Christian Sabbath on Sunday. On &lt;em&gt;“the first day of the week”&lt;/em&gt; (Sunday) Jesus rose from the dead and appeared to Mary and His disciples (Mark 16.9; John 20.19). On the first day of the week Paul &lt;em&gt;“gathered together to break bread”&lt;/em&gt; with the followers of Christ in Troas (Acts 20.7). Paul also instructed the Corinthian believers to take &lt;em&gt;“a collection for the saints” &lt;/em&gt;on &lt;em&gt;“the first day of every week”&lt;/em&gt; (1st Corinthians 16.1-2). As a former Presbyterian pastor, I can assure you that most clergy &lt;em&gt;“work hard at preaching and teaching”&lt;/em&gt; (1st Timothy 5.17) on what&lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;day they worship. I normally took Mondays off to rest after my most challenging work day of the week. Its not easy leading worship or delivering effective sermons. I assume many Seventh Day Adventist preachers &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; rest on &lt;em&gt;Sundays!&lt;/em&gt; Paul wrote to the Romans &lt;em&gt;“One person regards one day above another, another regards every day alike”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 14.5) implying that, while special days of worship are important, precisely &lt;em&gt;which&lt;/em&gt; days those are matter &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/27936658-2145277838188953072?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2145277838188953072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=2145277838188953072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2145277838188953072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/2145277838188953072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/ezekiel-46.html' title='&quot;Leave Different than You Came&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxFmq6_EpUI/AAAAAAAAHtk/bu-WzBKUmYg/s72-c/nun+in+pew+flip+large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-4405343154308114463</id><published>2011-12-01T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:02:16.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Muśhü Limalicuy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel 43.10-11 NIV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1AYVO17ztI/AAAAAAAABnw/NF6zGGFbmoA/s1600-R/quechua+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxALVGOoALI/AAAAAAAAHtM/UTMjsqJT2kw/s1600/John+Farnsworth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Madre y Nino by John Farnsworth" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408835609549078706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxALVGOoALI/AAAAAAAAHtM/UTMjsqJT2kw/s400/John+Farnsworth.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 300px; margin-top: 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Son of man, describe the temple to the people of Israel, that they may be ashamed of their sins. Let them consider the plan, and if they are ashamed of all they have done, make known to them the design of the temple — its arrangement, its exits and entrances — its whole design and all its regulations and laws. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write these down before them so that they may be faithful to its design and follow all its regulations.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am holding in my hand a copy of the Muśhü Limalicuy. It’s a miracle. My friends Rick and Melanie Floyd gave it to me.&amp;nbsp; They lived most of their adult lives, 26 years, in Peru. Much of that time was spent in San Pedro de Pihuas, a village of about a thousand Wanca speaking people in the Andes Mountains of central Peru. An estimated 250,000 people speak Wanca Quechua, one of many dialects within the Quechua language family. The Quechua people, descendants of the Inca Empire, are mostly potato farmers and shepherds. Prior to the arrival of the Floyd’s in 1981, there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1AYpe17zwI/AAAAAAAABoI/XCCulpYWN2o/s1600-R/quechua+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;no written form of the Wanca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1OPmiJjZYI/AAAAAAAABo4/4gx9UYz3_-k/s1600-R/wanca+nt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dialect. Rick, who holds a Ph.D. in linguistics and fluent in both English, Spanish, and now Wanca, went about the task of learning the language and culture of these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxALbFxqbrI/AAAAAAAAHtU/CcsR6mG5lPo/s1600/John+Farnsworth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408835712506818226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxALbFxqbrI/AAAAAAAAHtU/CcsR6mG5lPo/s400/John+Farnsworth+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Rick and Melanie’s home had dirt floors and no running water. In that home they raised three very fine sons. The Floyd’s are missionaries with Wycliffe Bible Translators. Rick created a Wanca alphabet and lexicon of words. Together with the help of a small team of nationals, they translated the entire New Testament into Wanca Quechua. It took 2 ½ decades but today the Muśhü Limalicuy is available to all Wanca speakers who want to read the God’s Word for themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1AYVu17zuI/AAAAAAAABn4/SrUc2aNyMic/s1600-R/Quechua+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Rick has been my friend for the past&amp;nbsp;40 years since we first met as college kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My wife and I make a small (&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; small) contribution each month to Wycliffe in the name of the Floyd’s work. Rick and Melanie came to our home a couple years ago and presented us with our own personal copy of the Wanca New Testament. They claimed we played a part in its creation. By making the decision to support the Floyd’s, my family had a hand in bringing to a precious group of people in another part of the world the Bible in their own language. I held a copy of the Muśhü Limalicuy and wept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Rick told me there is no word in Wanca for “disciple” which presented an interesting translation dilemma for him. Instead of introducing a new word into the language, his team selected the Wanca word yaćhapacü, which literally means “apprentice”. An apprentice is a person who learns from the master. The prophet Ezekiel was commanded to write down the inspired words of God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxARokj1DiI/AAAAAAAAHtc/duGjDX5_DRs/s1600/John+Farnsworth+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Write these down before them so that they may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to its design and follow all its regulations.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxARokj1DiI/AAAAAAAAHtc/duGjDX5_DRs/s1600/John+Farnsworth+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxARokj1DiI/AAAAAAAAHtc/duGjDX5_DRs/s1600/John+Farnsworth+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408842541178359330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxARokj1DiI/AAAAAAAAHtc/duGjDX5_DRs/s400/John+Farnsworth+3.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 300px; margin-top: 0px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Floyd’s were called to do exactly what Ezekiel did. They ‘wrote down’ the words of God. Rick and Melanie and their supporters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1AYpe17zvI/AAAAAAAABoA/IW9G7XPFmp0/s1600-R/quechua+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;fulfilled the Great Commission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R1OPmCJjZXI/AAAAAAAABow/lZ-mTP93ma0/s1600-R/Quechua+2L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;of Jesus Christ to &lt;em&gt;“go therefore and make disciples &lt;/em&gt;[apprentices, yaćhapacücuna] &lt;em&gt;of all the nations” &lt;/em&gt;(Matthew 28.19). Another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxARokj1DiI/AAAAAAAAHtc/duGjDX5_DRs/s1600/John+Farnsworth+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;250,000 souls now have access to the Word of God. Armed with the Muśhü Limalicuy new Quechua ‘apprentices’ will inspire Wanca speakers everywhere to pick up their very own Bible, &lt;em&gt;“be faithful to its design and follow”&lt;/em&gt; its Author into everlasting life. ___________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The three photographs on this post are entitled&lt;em&gt; "Madre y Niño", "Quechua", &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;"Hermanas" &lt;/em&gt;from the Peruvian Portfolio of artist and photographer John Farnsworth whose incredible work you can view at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnfarnsworth.com/" send="true" title="http://www.johnfarnsworth.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.johnfarnsworth.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. You may also see some of John’s photography on display while enjoying Peruvian cuisine at Andina Restaurant in Portland, Oregon&amp;nbsp;(13th and NW Glisan in the Pearl District). These beautiful images are available for purchase on John's site. ©John Farnsworth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnfarnsworth.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.johnfarnsworth.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Check out the dedication ceremony of this incredible project at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUeQSqKr3KQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUeQSqKr3KQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. You may contact Rick and Melanie Floyd&amp;nbsp;by mail at Wycliffe Bible Translators, Box 628200, Orlando, FL 32862-8033 or by email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:rick_floyd@sil.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;rick_floyd@sil.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. Rick continues to work as a translation consultant with Wycliffe worldwide and currently assists a new team charged with the translation of the Old Testament into Wanca Quechua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-4405343154308114463?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4405343154308114463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=4405343154308114463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4405343154308114463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/4405343154308114463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/mu-limalicuy.html' title='&quot;Muśhü Limalicuy&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SxALVGOoALI/AAAAAAAAHtM/UTMjsqJT2kw/s72-c/John+Farnsworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7415869952281900379</id><published>2011-11-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:30:28.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Personal Armageddon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 39.14-16 NLT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The prophet Ezekiel describes “the actual invasion of Palestine by a great northern confederacy, ostensibly headed by Russia [or nations of central Asia in the region of Turkestan]. The scene depicts a gigantic outburst of anti-Semitism and a colossal attempt to overrun Palestine and annihilate the Jews.”[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel’s prophesy recorded in chapters 38-39 belongs to the future &lt;em&gt;“Day of the Lord”&lt;/em&gt; (Isaiah 13.6-9) and evidently precedes the battle of Armageddon described by John in the last book in the Bible (Revelation 6.16; 20.7-10). The invading force led by prince Gog from the land of Magog will suffer an overwhelming defeat and their bodies will litter the Palestinian landscape. &lt;em&gt;“Teams of men will be appointed to search for skeletons to bury… and so the land will be finally cleansed”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This sounds like&amp;nbsp;good news for devoted followers of Christ in the end times. But how does the text relate to believers right &lt;em&gt;here &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R05Lvu17zsI/AAAAAAAABno/RfaIdYwUFxs/s1600-h/gravestone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Some days my mind is a battlefield. I am embroiled in a personal Armageddon where the Word of God collides with my sense of reality. Old and decaying bodies of thought litter my mental landscape like the rotting corpses in Ezekiel’s vision. On days like that, I need my brain &lt;em&gt;“cleansed”&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sw7cdvpkF-I/AAAAAAAAHtE/1daDV5GwWlY/s1600/gravestone+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;These prophetic verses inspire to take action. I will ask Jesus to dispatch angelic &lt;em&gt;“burial crews”&lt;/em&gt; charged with the task of disposing of the decomposing remains of ugly thoughts. &lt;em&gt;“Whenever bones&lt;/em&gt; [of unhelpful thinking patterns] &lt;em&gt;are found”,&lt;/em&gt; I will set up &lt;em&gt;“a marker” &lt;/em&gt;so they may &lt;em&gt;“be buried”&lt;/em&gt; and my mind may &lt;em&gt;“be cleansed”. &lt;/em&gt;Some memories, images, and notions need to be buried and forgotten so I can make space for the good thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever is admirable — &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;excellent or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;praiseworthy — &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think about such things.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Philippians 4.8 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;____________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] &lt;u&gt;The New Unger’s Bible Dictionary&lt;/u&gt;, Merrill F. Unger, Moody Press, 1988.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7415869952281900379?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7415869952281900379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7415869952281900379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7415869952281900379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7415869952281900379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-personal-armageddon.html' title='&quot;My Personal Armageddon&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sw7cWCNJE8I/AAAAAAAAHs8/NA0_xnJe790/s72-c/bones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-6884094754728351027</id><published>2011-11-29T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:59:37.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Magic Wind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408093520571215970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sw1oZ1W9MGI/AAAAAAAAHsk/1QhrAkErH3M/s400/falling+leaves+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 36.9 NASU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“For, behold, I am for you, and I will turn to you, and &lt;strong&gt;you will be cultivated and sown&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At the end of our Thanksgiving celebration a few years ago, as I walked my wife’s parents to their car, my mother-in-law commented on how nice our lawn looked. The large trees lining the sidewalk at the front of our house shed most of their leaves by this time of the year. About a month ago, I silently recalled, the yard was covered with a thick layer of brown leaves, but tonight the leaves were gone. I remarked to my in-laws, “It’s amazing how the wind came from nowhere and blew these leaves away, isn’t it? I never even had to rake!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My wife overheard our conversation and rejoined, “It must be the same wind that blows clean underwear into your dresser drawer every day!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0xM7O17zpI/AAAAAAAABnQ/PSXM4wdWqHA/s1600-h/raking+leaves+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Apparently, there was a reason for our yard’s nice appearance. My wife informed us that she spends an average of an hour every week during the fall raking, bagging, and dumping leaves. Somehow that little cause-and-effect factoid escaped my notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Lord promised the land of Israel would be &lt;em&gt;“cultivated and sown”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For, behold, I am for you, and I will turn to you, &lt;br /&gt;
and you will be cultivated and sown.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sw1o8WSFNbI/AAAAAAAAHs0/4QIFOyG8Hyc/s1600/raking+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408094113524692402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sw1o8WSFNbI/AAAAAAAAHs0/4QIFOyG8Hyc/s400/raking+leaves.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In truth, God has been &lt;em&gt;‘for me’&lt;/em&gt; for a long time. He has&lt;em&gt; ‘turned to me’&lt;/em&gt; many, many times in the past. I have been &lt;em&gt;“cultivated and sown”&lt;/em&gt; by the Lord for years. I am blessed for a reason. It isn’t magic nor is it fate. It’s not an accident. I have both&amp;nbsp;a reason to be grateful and a Being toward whom to direct my thanksgiving. There is Divine intentionality behind the events I benefit from. I am blessed because God keeps His promises. Jesus has &lt;em&gt;“cultivated and sown”&lt;/em&gt; my family, my home, my finances, my career, and my ministry. All that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; good is good for a &lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; did that. The magic wind of fate did not happen to blow in my favor. I didn’t get lucky. The Lord planned it and made it happen. I must never allow&amp;nbsp;that little fact to escape my notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-6884094754728351027?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6884094754728351027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=6884094754728351027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6884094754728351027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/6884094754728351027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-raked-leaves.html' title='&quot;Magic Wind&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sw1oZ1W9MGI/AAAAAAAAHsk/1QhrAkErH3M/s72-c/falling+leaves+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5939610302782551210</id><published>2011-11-28T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:46:34.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ark Building for Dummies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 33.24-26 NET &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352267291697922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwrGPNtTIwI/AAAAAAAAHsU/CgJ0bp_eivs/s400/evan+almighty+2.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 336px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 327px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Son of man, the ones living in these ruins in the land of Israel are saying, &lt;strong&gt;‘Abraham was only one man, yet he possessed the land, but we are many; surely the land has been given to us for a possession.’&lt;/strong&gt; Therefore say to them, ‘…&lt;strong&gt;Do you really think you will possess the land?&lt;/strong&gt; You rely on your swords and commit abominable deeds; each of you defiles his neighbor's wife. Will you possess the land?’”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In the wonderful and funny movie “Evan Almighty”, junior congressman Evan Baxter (Steve Carell) primps admiringly in the mirror and flippantly reminds himself, “I am successful. I am powerful. I am handsome. I am happy. Successful, powerful, handsome, happy.” Baxter must have attended a motivational seminars where he learned... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You are what you &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you are and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You possess what you &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If you can dream it, you can have it. Name it and claim it. Fake it till you make it. After all, so we’re told, it’s in the Bible. &lt;em&gt;“For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he”,&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 23.7 KJV).[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The new politician plans to change the world and he knows just how he will do it. God (Morgan Freeman) however, has different plans. He offers Evan a copy of &lt;u&gt;Ark Building for Dummies&lt;/u&gt; and patiently leads Evan down a most unusual path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0uhd-17zmI/AAAAAAAABm4/yPvyMZc6POY/s1600-h/steve+carell+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Jews living in Jerusalem during the time of Ezekiel faced opposition from an enemy intent on destroying Jewish culture and possessing the land of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0r_K-17zlI/AAAAAAAABmw/6VkaYl_OaW4/s1600-h/steve+carell.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Israel. Those who survived deportation were barely able to withstand the assault of Babylon and tried to encourage themselves with Evan Baxter-type motivational pep talks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Abraham was only one man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;yet he possessed the land, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;are many; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surely the land has been given to us for a possession.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The rationale went like this: “There are no secrets of success here. If Abraham could do it, so can we.” However, Israel’s inhabitants&amp;nbsp;failed to correctly discern what they saw in the mirror. No matter what they said to the contrary, the nation was anything &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; “successful, powerful, handsome, happy”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It takes more than &lt;em&gt;saying&lt;/em&gt; the right kind of things. It takes &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; the right kind of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God has different plans for His chosen people. &lt;em&gt;“Do you really think you will possess the land?”&lt;/em&gt; , inquired God.&amp;nbsp;Apparently, Jesus actually cares about the behavior of His children. It matters to Him that they &lt;em&gt;“rely”&lt;/em&gt; on their own power&amp;nbsp;and mentally ravish their &lt;em&gt;“neighbor’s wife”&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God’s blessing is unavailable to those of us who consciously act in self-serving ways… no matter &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; we think and say about ourselves. This truth hasn’t changed since the time of Noah, Abraham, Ezekiel, or Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;_____________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] Consider the context for this verse by reading Proverbs 23.6-8 in any version. The passage has more to do with the wisdom of understanding what others think of you than what you think of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-5939610302782551210?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5939610302782551210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=5939610302782551210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5939610302782551210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/5939610302782551210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/ark-building-for-dummies.html' title='&quot;Ark Building for Dummies&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwrGPNtTIwI/AAAAAAAAHsU/CgJ0bp_eivs/s72-c/evan+almighty+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-8429298111338086195</id><published>2011-11-25T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:40:39.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lie Still?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwhqbKVt-YI/AAAAAAAAHrs/HiBBP5WoHqQ/s1600/face_with_tongue_out_tshirt-p235433658923666568stvj_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406688367522740610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwhqbKVt-YI/AAAAAAAAHrs/HiBBP5WoHqQ/s400/face_with_tongue_out_tshirt-p235433658923666568stvj_400.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel 32.21 NAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“The strong among the mighty ones shall speak of him and his helpers from the midst of Sheol, ‘They have gone down, they &lt;strong&gt;lie still&lt;/strong&gt;, the uncircumcised, slain by the sword.’”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When our youngest child was a baby, she exhibited involuntary tongue tremors. Our family doctor sent us to a specialist who said these tremors were known as “fasciculations” and diagnosed Rachel with SMA (spinal muscular atrophy).[1] We were told she would soon be unable to lift her head or even swallow. She would eat by use of feeding tubes and, if we were lucky,&amp;nbsp;would not live past her teen years. Her mother and I were crushed. We wept and prayed hard. So did many others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After three months of&amp;nbsp;learning to accept our baby’s condition, we obtained an appointment with a nationally recognized authority on SMA. He quickly analyzed her tongue and reversed the earlier diagnosis with words I shall never forget: “I’m not sure &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; it is, but its not SMA.” My wife and I wept again, this time for joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today at nine&amp;nbsp;years old, my youngest child is a whirlwind of activity. She’s &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; on the go. Her every moving part is in constant locomotion. The tremor is gone and her tongue seems to work just fine. Rachel has talked&amp;nbsp;unceasingly for almost a decade. If no one was listening, she would speak to&amp;nbsp;herself or the cats or her Polly Pockets and Littlest Pet Shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am sometimes tempted to say, &lt;em&gt;“Lie still”&lt;/em&gt; but of course, I hold my tongue and quickly recall my SMA baby and God’s healing power. I fully accept my daughter exactly as she is, an amazing gift from Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0g7zu17zgI/AAAAAAAABmI/ZCYoU_G2dMs/s1600-h/sma+jane+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our bodies will &lt;em&gt;“lie still”&lt;/em&gt; soon enough. I, for one, do not want to waste one minute of Christ’s precious gift of life. I’m taking my cue from Rachel and other children who aren’t so blessed. Until I’ve &lt;em&gt;“gone down”&lt;/em&gt; to Sheol and &lt;em&gt;“lie still” &lt;/em&gt;in my grave, I plan to make the&amp;nbsp;most of this life Jesus gave me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“I came that they may have and enjoy life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows).” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jesus Christ, John 10.10 Amplified Bible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;______________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1] Find more about SMA at the “Families of Spinal Muscular Atrophy” website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fsma.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.fsma.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. Prepare to have your heart broken. &lt;/span&gt;&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/27936658-8429298111338086195?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8429298111338086195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=8429298111338086195&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/8429298111338086195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/8429298111338086195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/refuse-to-lie-still.html' title='&quot;Lie Still?&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwhqbKVt-YI/AAAAAAAAHrs/HiBBP5WoHqQ/s72-c/face_with_tongue_out_tshirt-p235433658923666568stvj_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7650997688857401354</id><published>2011-11-24T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:22:24.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Better the Second Time Around"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406220650832074546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwbBCd46FzI/AAAAAAAAHrc/9rswavfzg1Y/s400/dw_lg.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel 28.6-8, 17 The Message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0XMHu17zcI/AAAAAAAABlo/kEE-DTumRAQ/s1600-h/denzel+washington+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Therefore, God, the Master, says: ‘Because &lt;strong&gt;you’re acting like a god&lt;/strong&gt;, pretending to be a god, I’m giving fair warning: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I’m bringing strangers down on you, the most vicious of all nations. They’ll pull their swords and make hash of your reputation for knowing it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They’ll &lt;strong&gt;puncture the balloon of your god-pretensions. &lt;/strong&gt;They’ll &lt;strong&gt;bring you down from your self-made pedestal &lt;/strong&gt;and bury you in the deep blue sea.’ ‘&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty went to your head. &lt;/strong&gt;You corrupted wisdom by using it to get &lt;strong&gt;worldly fame&lt;/strong&gt;.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I like Denzel Washington.&amp;nbsp;His father was a Pentecostal minister and he attended the University of Oregon for a season. He’s starred in some great films and helps to support notable charities. Washington is an Academy Award winner and (I’ve heard) a happily married man and devoted follower of Jesus Christ. Unlike the demigods of Ezekiel’s time and many modern icons of the silver screen, Denzel Washington’s &lt;em&gt;“worldly fame”&lt;/em&gt; never &lt;em&gt;“went to&lt;/em&gt; [his] &lt;em&gt;head”.&lt;/em&gt; Why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A revealing 2007 Reader’s Digest interview with Denzel Washington referred to the&amp;nbsp;actor’s daily discipline of Bible reading... “It’s better the second time around.”[1]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Do you think of yourself as a spiritual person? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washington:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RD:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In what way?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washington:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I read the Bible every day. I’m in my second pass-through now, in the Book of John. My pastor told me to start with the New Testament, so I did, maybe two years ago. Worked my way through it, then through the Old Testament. Now I’m back in the New Testament. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s better the second time around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (italics mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And, later in the interview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washington:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Books? I don’t have time. Except for the Bible, the No. 1 bestseller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’m glad there are role models like Mr. Washington who remind me that &lt;em&gt;“worldly fame”&lt;/em&gt; is nothing without Christ and His Word. A man who gets a jolt out of &lt;em&gt;“acting like a god”&lt;/em&gt; will eventually fall from his &lt;em&gt;“self-made pedestal”.&lt;/em&gt; God promises to &lt;em&gt;“puncture the balloon of&lt;/em&gt; [his]&lt;em&gt; god-pretensions”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today is Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp;I am thankful for&amp;nbsp;people like Denzel Washington who admit their need for the Bible even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“the second time around”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[1]"Denzel Washington Interview: Devoted to Family and Faith", Reader's Digest, December 2007 (http://www.rd.com/your-america-inspiring-people-and-stories/denzel-washington-interview-devoted/article49236.html). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7650997688857401354?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7650997688857401354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7650997688857401354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7650997688857401354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7650997688857401354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-better-second-time-around.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Better the Second Time Around&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwbBCd46FzI/AAAAAAAAHrc/9rswavfzg1Y/s72-c/dw_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-584408276499297903</id><published>2011-11-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:43:16.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Get Real, Stay Grounded"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwV9jVdfh2I/AAAAAAAAHrM/3nPEIKlA0mI/s1600/BS_MakeupForever_366.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405864973737887586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwV9jVdfh2I/AAAAAAAAHrM/3nPEIKlA0mI/s400/BS_MakeupForever_366.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 27.10-11 NCV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Men of Persia, Lydia, and Put were &lt;strong&gt;warriors&lt;/strong&gt; in your navy and hung their shields and helmets on your sides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They &lt;strong&gt;made you look beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. Men of Arvad and Cilicia guarded your city walls all around. &lt;strong&gt;Men&lt;/strong&gt; of Gammad were in your watchtowers and &lt;strong&gt;hung their shields around your walls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They made your beauty perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A few years ago I visited a female friend in the hospital after she had surgery. I was not prepared for what I&amp;nbsp;saw.&amp;nbsp;She was recovering well, sat upright in a chair, and was genuinely happy to see me. Knowing her the way I do, it was no surprise to find my friend communicative and cheery. What surprised me was her appearance without makeup. I’d never seen her that way. She looked different and truthfully, a little plain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0Wrge17zaI/AAAAAAAABlY/twEhlRCgv9Y/s1600-h/applying+make-up+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have a beautiful wife. But she looks even &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; beautiful with some makeup. I love her just the same either way, but makeup makes a visual difference. Properly applied, makeup hides blemishes, covers wrinkles, and accentuates positive features. Many women are meticulous about their appearance and will not start their day without giving careful attention to their faces. I’ve actually witnessed women applying make-up using the rear view mirror while driving in morning traffic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel described the land of Tyre before its demise as having &lt;em&gt;“men of Persia, Lydia, and Put”&lt;/em&gt; at its disposal. They &lt;em&gt;“hung their shields and helmets” &lt;/em&gt;on this once mighty nation. The walls of Tyre’s castles were decorated with the &lt;em&gt;“shields”&lt;/em&gt; of powerful and famous warriors. Like exquisite makeup on a gorgeous woman, these fighters made Tyre &lt;em&gt;“look beautiful”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“…your army, your men of war… they perfected your beauty”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ezek 27:10-11 NAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am super conscientious about my appearance. I do not wear makeup but I clamor for anything that makes me &lt;em&gt;“look beautiful” &lt;/em&gt;to others. I decorate the walls of my soul with &lt;em&gt;“shields and helmets”&lt;/em&gt; of past victories, which I recall often and display readily. I thank Jesus for my achievements and the life I now enjoy. But today’s reading in Ezekiel prompts me to get real and stay grounded. Stripped of makeup, I might appear a little plain. That’s how God made me. That’s how He sees me and that’s how He loves me... naked, plain, unaccomplished, and destined to become the dirt from which I came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“For you are dust, and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;dust you shall return.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Genesis 3.19 NAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-584408276499297903?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/584408276499297903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=584408276499297903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/584408276499297903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/584408276499297903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-real.html' title='&quot;Get Real, Stay Grounded&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwV9jVdfh2I/AAAAAAAAHrM/3nPEIKlA0mI/s72-c/BS_MakeupForever_366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-7766380851516119433</id><published>2011-11-22T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:47:58.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are Your Message"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwLPi1asfmI/AAAAAAAAHqs/R0WKMvVb0kA/s1600/sandwich-board+illustration+by+Erwin+Sherman+modified.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel 24.16-18 NLT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxFqHkw4xxI/Tsu7nEKKRaI/AAAAAAAAJKU/zg_nKEMKQ9Q/s1600/a2559a1026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxFqHkw4xxI/Tsu7nEKKRaI/AAAAAAAAJKU/zg_nKEMKQ9Q/s1600/a2559a1026.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Son of man, with one blow &lt;strong&gt;I will take away your dearest treasure&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet you must not show any sorrow at her death. Do not weep; let there be no tears. Groan silently, but let there be no wailing at her grave. Do not uncover your head or take off your sandals. Do not perform the usual rituals of mourning or accept any food brought to you by consoling friends.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“So I proclaimed this to the people the next morning, and in the evening my wife died.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I would not want to be Ezekiel. If he loved his wife, as I do mine, then the price of prophetic service is too high for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God warned Ezekiel that He would take the life of his &lt;em&gt;“dearest treasure”,&lt;/em&gt; his beloved wife. The prophet was not to weep or &lt;em&gt;“perform the usual rituals of &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0PE7-17zSI/AAAAAAAABkk/cpZixA5SLD8/s1600-h/preaching+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mourning”.&lt;/em&gt; By so doing, Ezekiel was &lt;em&gt;“a sign”&lt;/em&gt; (Ezekiel 24.24) to the exiled Jews who would soon experience the loss of their &lt;em&gt;“dearest treasure”,&lt;/em&gt; Solomon’s Temple in Jerusalem. The Babylonian army would burn and destroy this monument to Jewish glory and the prophet would profoundly identify with their pain in the loss of his wife. This was empathy at the highest level.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ezekiel was more than a &lt;em&gt;preacher&lt;/em&gt;. He was the &lt;em&gt;message&lt;/em&gt;. Ezekiel became the sermon he preached. “Do as I &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt;, not as I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;”, is not an&amp;nbsp;effective role-modeling technique. It’s hard to follow leaders who refuse to “practice what they preach”. When the alcoholic father chastises his son for drinking, the boy will likely think, “Your actions speak so loud, I can’t hear what you are saying”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwLQI9p2JpI/AAAAAAAAHq0/R0chXUuBpHs/s1600/message+board+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If you have a message to impart, prepare to pay the price for that privilege. Personalize and practice the truth you teach or stop proclaiming it. Jesus Christ’s&amp;nbsp;younger brother of Jesus warned, &lt;em&gt;“Let not many of you become teachers, my brethren, knowing that as such we will incur a stricter judgment”&lt;/em&gt; (James 3.1).&amp;nbsp;That’s a Bible for, “Walk the talk or shut up!” We should not try to export what we can’t import. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0PEtu17zRI/AAAAAAAABkc/2_tYU8zkz1o/s1600-h/pulpit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hopefully, you and I will never be required to pay Ezekiel’s price to bear God’s truth. But there is a price for prophetic service. Words are cheap. So are small actions. Nothing less than total identification will do. You are your message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it...”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2nd Corinthians 3.2-3 The Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The wonderful image of the man with the sandwich board at the top left of this post is by talented illustrator Erwin Sherman whose artwork you can view at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theispot.com/portfolios/index.cfm?clientnumber=a2559&amp;amp;artistName=Erwin%20Sherman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.theispot.com/portfolios/index.cfm?clientnumber=a2559&amp;amp;artistName=Erwin%20Sherman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. The original piece contains the words "Hire the Best" on the sandwich board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-7766380851516119433?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7766380851516119433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=7766380851516119433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7766380851516119433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/7766380851516119433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-mesage.html' title='&quot;You are Your Message&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxFqHkw4xxI/Tsu7nEKKRaI/AAAAAAAAJKU/zg_nKEMKQ9Q/s72-c/a2559a1026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-8088711461907325033</id><published>2011-11-21T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T06:42:58.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How Could I Not Know?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404739430815486098" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwF94HVN0JI/AAAAAAAAHqU/ifH_qkVKu6c/s400/crossing+the+red+sea+2R+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: right; height: 339px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 20.9 AMP &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“…I made Myself known to them by bringing them out of the land of Egypt.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/R0HCtO17zOI/AAAAAAAABkE/B-TAuvN58GY/s1600-h/crossing+the+red+sea+2R.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Can you prove the existence of God? I can, to my own satisfaction. I am convinced He is real because He acted on my behalf. The Lord made Himself known to the nation of Israel thousands of years ago &lt;em&gt;“by bringing them out of the land of Egypt”.&lt;/em&gt; He revealed Himself to me in exactly the same way. I know the reality of Christ because of what He did for me. Like the Israelites, Jesus brought me out of the land of bondage. My deliverance proves His existence.&amp;nbsp;Twenty years ago I was homeless, living in my car and desperate for help.&amp;nbsp;I invite you read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysite.verizon.net/resxdm6p/wordtraveler2/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"My Story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Here’s a couple of excerpts… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“I well remember my lowest point. My mind was occupied with persistent and nagging thoughts of hatred, bitterness, and self-destruction. I was on emotional autopilot, intent only on surviving one miserable day at a time. Life, it appeared, had played a cruel joke on me. I could not even imagine myself as a pastor of a church, a husband, or a real dad. That life was gone forever. My calling to the ministry, my dream of a happy home, my desire to father my children was nothing more than a quickly fading memory and replaced with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yet I recognized the still small voice of Jesus from somewhere in my past. I truly had ‘hit the bottom’ and it was now time to choose life or death. I found out I really wanted to live and I needed Christ to do it. He was summoning me to rely on Him. Jesus Christ would never forsake me. I became aware of my need for a Savior more than ever before. I humbly asked Jesus to give me a second chance. I decided to live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwF-BEx8_kI/AAAAAAAAHqc/dBIO97etZWg/s1600/jesus+loves+me+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404739584749534786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwF-BEx8_kI/AAAAAAAAHqc/dBIO97etZWg/s320/jesus+loves+me+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And “live” I did. I experienced a wonderful ending to an incredibly difficult story. I am Ebenezer Scrooge... I woke up from a very bad dream and was given a second chance at life! This is how I know God is real… He &lt;em&gt;delivered&lt;/em&gt; me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I made Myself known &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to them&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by bringing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the land of Egypt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am the &lt;em&gt;“them”&lt;/em&gt; of whom God speaks. I now have a beautiful wife, seven fabulous children, a nice home, a great job and excellent reputation, wonderful friends, a new ministry, self-respect, and even A+ credit. Based on where I came from, how could I possibly &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; know Jesus Christ loves me? How could I &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; know God is real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27936658-8088711461907325033?l=scrivenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8088711461907325033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27936658&amp;postID=8088711461907325033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/8088711461907325033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27936658/posts/default/8088711461907325033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrivenblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-could-i-not-know.html' title='&quot;How Could I Not Know?&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Scriven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14462058588564974007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SWjudQdZt7I/AAAAAAAAF1U/1aXT5DSwMCY/S220/family0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/SwF94HVN0JI/AAAAAAAAHqU/ifH_qkVKu6c/s72-c/crossing+the+red+sea+2R+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27936658.post-5130353732006371780</id><published>2011-11-18T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:37:51.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Better to be Blessed Than Good"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sv2TRhH3P7I/AAAAAAAAHqM/_dzbuK_hUts/s1600/rainbow_art_1+bright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403637057072873394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Sv2TRhH3P7I/AAAAAAAAHqM/_dzbuK_hUts/s1600/rainbow_art_1+bright.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 18.31 NLT &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gjGEFAes7vA/Rz3Swu17zNI/AAAAAAAABj8/Y8c7F89bA-c/s1600-h/pot+of+gold+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Put all your rebellion behind you, and &lt;strong&gt;find yourselves a new heart and a new spirit&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It’s better to be blessed than good. I can only be so good. There’s a ceiling on my goodness. No matter how hard I try to learn, practice, and apply myself, I only achieve a level of personal and professional goodness that falls within the limits of my God-given capacity. I need more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none
