tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30862939590775663292024-02-19T02:47:28.100+01:00reflections of the unseenMehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-89693859910668406382011-11-27T21:31:00.000+01:002011-11-27T21:31:44.701+01:00don't we all?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">I read this quote somewhere: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">"children need love when they least deserve it"</span><br />
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</tbody></table>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-5569208840001524372011-10-23T10:38:00.000+02:002011-10-23T10:38:39.704+02:00the arrival of dawn<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>"Oh, that we might know the LORD!</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Let us press on to know him.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>or the coming of rains in early spring.”</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Hosea 6:3</em></span><br />
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</tbody></table>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-71379397969287192392011-09-25T11:58:00.001+02:002011-09-25T11:59:17.215+02:00No time to pray?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbL9Z5ZY10ZgrleNLEnk8DAxz84wvr0Tlwlde0-agvX_9CVgYhzDNIXdHMx2IZ8zDsxxFBqrD0fNif7ggTkJ_MGrfxCINwQr8_lTO89lf9MhPmza1xoAJUxSPCIhoNshQeqxg_2seZCq4A/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbL9Z5ZY10ZgrleNLEnk8DAxz84wvr0Tlwlde0-agvX_9CVgYhzDNIXdHMx2IZ8zDsxxFBqrD0fNif7ggTkJ_MGrfxCINwQr8_lTO89lf9MhPmza1xoAJUxSPCIhoNshQeqxg_2seZCq4A/s400/time.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I’m reading a book that’s called prayer the great adventure by David Jeremiah. Today I’m reading a chapter about being “too busy” to pray and was challenged by a lot of what I read. Some quotes:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Oh, I really did mean to pray. But somehow I didn’t get around to it."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The morning after a busy day is always the hardest, isn’t it? You’re exhausted. You have nothing left to give. Your bed seems like heaven. That’s the morning that you say, “Well I’ll just skip it today.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"The very thing that keeps us from praying is the very reason why we need to pray."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"It is said that Martin Luther declared he had so much to do, he could not get through it without spending at least three or four hours on his knees before God each morning." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"We are tempted to think that when life slows down, then we’ll have time to pray. Jean Flemming wrote, “I find myself thinking, <em>When life settles down I’ll…</em> But I should have learned by now that life never settles down for long. Whatever I want to accomplish, I must do with life unsettled. "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Remember, no one has time to pray; we have to take time from other things that are valuable in order to understand how necessary prayer is." (Oswald Chambers)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"One of the main reasons so many of God’s children don’t have a significant prayer life is not so much that we don’t want to, but that we don’t plan to…The opposite of planning is <em>not</em> a wonderful flow of deep spontaneous experiences in prayer. The opposite of planning is the rut. If you don’t plan a vacation you will probably stay home and watch TV. The natural, unplanned flow of spiritual life sinks to the lowest ebb of vitality. There is a race to be run and a fight to be fought. If you want renewal in your prayer you must plan to see it." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>And in the early morning, while it was still dark, He arose and went out and departed to a lonely place, and was praying there. (Mark 1:35)</em></span><br />
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</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-6274804709072274142011-08-31T13:25:00.000+02:002011-08-31T13:25:16.469+02:00Will we be moved?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIsaNzKVXGXFLcGfKkMg_43Lme05OLsuuGzmBEN6TUhMM3ifgHBMlUaHC0VLB73bSEaEsTuTwTj5VF8DUmR6CTj00cMfcojljlruY244cqHqpDFxA4WZR0GX8R0pkHN7xCi0GQPwwH-mt/s1600/seed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIsaNzKVXGXFLcGfKkMg_43Lme05OLsuuGzmBEN6TUhMM3ifgHBMlUaHC0VLB73bSEaEsTuTwTj5VF8DUmR6CTj00cMfcojljlruY244cqHqpDFxA4WZR0GX8R0pkHN7xCi0GQPwwH-mt/s400/seed.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Zechariah 4: 6b</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For the past week I’ve been studying Acts and I see a recurring pattern: the believers pray and God’s Spirit moves and works in response to their prayers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They start with a group of 120 followers gathered in a house, fasting and praying, waiting for the Holy Spirit, who was promised by Jesus. When the Spirit comes He moves them, He gives them courage to speak, He works miracles through them and He sends them out. Every day their numbers grow working their way like yeast through the dough. Not in a forceful way but by laying down their lives, many of them literally dying on the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In Acts it says that while they were together in one place, suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Wind sets things in motion, even though it is invisible it’s power is very strong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Without the wind of the Spirit, the church will become </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a static building</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a death pool</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">an empty tradition</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a hollow theology</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a skeleton without life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The church can try to cover up her deadness with some nice wrapping paper.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She can try to move things herself as a substitute for the work of the Holy Spirit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But this will just exhaust her people.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Without the power to bring the death to life, she will have now power at all, and the movement will stop and die. People will look at the empty building and they will walk away…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This challenges me to pray and to want to become a praying church, to enable God’s Spirit to move through us and to plant us like seeds so the world will see the resurrecting power of </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jesus. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>“You can’t see the wind, you can see the effects of the wind but you can't see the wind”</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” John 3:8</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. Those who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who care nothing for their life in this world will keep it for eternity. John 12: 24-25</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The Spirit of God, who raised Jesus from the dead, lives in you. And just as God raised Christ Jesus from the dead, he will give life to your mortal bodies by this same Spirit living within you. Romans 8: 11</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I also pray that you will understand <strong>the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him</strong>. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 1: 19-20</em></span><br />
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Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-8258176106482343412011-08-27T14:57:00.000+02:002011-08-27T14:57:21.118+02:00Fool?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">Jim Elliot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For his life story click here: </span><a href="http://www.historymakers.info/inspirational-christians/jim-elliot.html"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Story Jim Elliot</span></a></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-26587352082009676782011-08-20T16:15:00.001+02:002011-08-20T16:19:50.566+02:00Horses <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Have you given the horse its strength</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>or clothed its neck with a flowing mane?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Did you give it the ability to leap like a locust?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Its majestic snorting is terrifying!</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>It paws the earth and rejoices in its strength</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>when it charges out to battle.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Job 39:19-21</em></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-71044959880014836572011-08-17T12:48:00.000+02:002011-08-17T12:48:54.210+02:00The spreading of te clouds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq7PVGr_dXoYrQCWckg_gDRcDYWQG4Dj_4S9x-8N1gGfnKN6sfwNKr_RWbtABjgERCkrEP67433qUAihd6jUZr90UQLEqnud_97I4mnYK-grWHVqkRBGSl8HTNozy_zDIw_c9X_4EvGxr/s1600/fog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq7PVGr_dXoYrQCWckg_gDRcDYWQG4Dj_4S9x-8N1gGfnKN6sfwNKr_RWbtABjgERCkrEP67433qUAihd6jUZr90UQLEqnud_97I4mnYK-grWHVqkRBGSl8HTNozy_zDIw_c9X_4EvGxr/s400/fog.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://500px.com/photo/313892">foto by Cornel Pufan</a></span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A while ago I saw the video below and when I was reading Job I thought the verses and this video fitted well together. The video below gives images to the words and gives me a glimpse of how great God is.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I also read the following part in the book </span><a href="http://www.davidcox.com.mx/library/T/Tozer%20-%20Knowledge%20Of%20The%20Holy%20(b).pdf"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"The knowledge of the Holy"</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> by A.W. Tozer, which helps me to look at nature with a different perspective:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Science observes how the power of God operates, discovers a regular pattern somewhere and fixes it as a “law.” The uniformity of God’s activities in His creation enables the scientist to predict the course of natural phenomena. The trustworthiness of God’s behavior in His world is the foundation of all scientific truth. Upon it the scientist rests his faith and from there he goes on to achieve great and useful things in such fields as those of navigation, chemistry, agriculture, and the medical arts. Religion on the other hand, goes back of the nature of God. It is concerned not with the footprints of God along the paths of creation, but with the One who treads those paths. Religion is interested primarily in the One who is the source of all things, the master of every phenomenon."</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Description from Elihu (Taken from Job 36 & 37): </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">27</span> For He draws up drops of water,Which distill as rain from the mist, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">28</span> Which the clouds drop down And pour abundantly on man. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">29 </span>Indeed, can anyone understand the spreading of clouds,The thunder from His canopy?</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">32</span> He covers His hands with lightning, And commands it to strike.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">9 </span>From the chamber of the south comes the whirlwind,And cold from the scattering winds of the north. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">6</span> For He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth’; Likewise to the gentle rain and the heavy rain of His strength.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">10 </span>By the breath of God ice is given,And the broad waters are frozen. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">11 </span>Also with moisture He saturates the thick clouds; He scatters His bright clouds. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">12</span> And they swirl about, being turned by His guidance, That they may do whatever He commands them On the face of the whole earth.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">15 </span>Do you know when God dispatches them, And causes the light of His cloud to shine? </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">16 </span>Do you know how the clouds are balanced, Those wondrous works of Him who is perfect in knowledge? </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">17</span> Why are your garments hot, When He quiets the earth by the south wind? </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">18</span> With Him, have you spread out the skies, Strong as a cast metal mirror?</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">God himself speaking to Job (Taken from Job 38):</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">24 </span>What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth? </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">25</span> Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">26</span> to water a land where no one lives, an uninhabited desert, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">27 </span>to satisfy a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with grass? </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">28 </span>Does the rain have a father? Who fathers the drops of dew? </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">29 </span>From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">35</span> Do you send the lightning bolts on their way? Do they report to you, ‘Here we are’?</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Work on your fitness. Climbing Mount Everest will test your physical and mental strength. Develop fitness by maintaining a workout regimen that involves cardiovascular training, strength training and stair climbing with weights. Run on flat and hilly terrains, hike on steep trails with a heavy backpack and take extended overnight camping trips as preparation for wilderness skills. A physical goal should be to ascend a peak of 3,500 feet carrying 55 to 65 pounds in a period of two to three hours. Start from short workouts and gradually build your way up to longer and higher intensity exercise programs and other preparation activities.</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Learn technical climbing and mountaineering skills. Mountaineering may involve bushwhacking, river crossings, rope handling, belaying and tying knots. Skills for navigation, rappelling, crevasse and rock rescue skills are important for safe mountaineering. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Learn about the risks and dangers of climbing Mount Everest. Many have died attempting to ascend or descend the mountain due to various factors such as fatigue, harsh weather conditions, lack of oxygen, high altitudes, ice falls, frostbite, etc. Familiarize yourself with risks, symptoms of illness, emergency treatments and prevention techniques.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Gain experience and start climbing smaller mountains, then work your way up to higher summits. Build your mountaineering experience gradually; allow a period of three to four years to climb several mountains with elevations of at least 18,000 feet above sea level. As the world's highest mountain above sea level and with a peak of 29,035 feet, you will need extensive experience to climb Mount Everest successfully and safely. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Select an expedition company to guide your climb. Expedition companies provide professional guides who climb with a group throughout the entire trip. This may include four guides, 10 to 12 climbers and 18 climbing Sherpas. Expedition guides provide necessary climbing permits, oxygen supply, Sherpa assistance for carrying loads, food and base camp support. Expect to pay a large fee for services that can run up to $70,000. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Follow the extensive list of gear requirements from your chosen expedition company. This includes climbing equipment such as an ice axe with leash, crampons, alpine climbing harness, carabiner, climbing helmet, ascender, rappel or belay device, prusiks and tekking poles. Other types of gear include footwear, technical clothing, hand wear, head wear, personal equipment and first aid supplies</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">Taken from <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_5464040_prepare-summit-mount-everest.html">How to prepare for a summit of mount everest</a></span></em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2vN06DuG3I-S_5phyphenhyphenf2gmaPmZYzIxkE9ZsoehufqkhJ_ndjT2UD-qfapB4zW9J04uj3f2D4-S-e52msr5MTCkmQsV0qafH0TxpkyJsTCR_CnIXGHhwjk6fdB5cDd5Au8Ltzh2HWyUGJ9/s1600/waves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2vN06DuG3I-S_5phyphenhyphenf2gmaPmZYzIxkE9ZsoehufqkhJ_ndjT2UD-qfapB4zW9J04uj3f2D4-S-e52msr5MTCkmQsV0qafH0TxpkyJsTCR_CnIXGHhwjk6fdB5cDd5Au8Ltzh2HWyUGJ9/s400/waves.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Job 40:6)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>He makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>he sends lightning with the rain </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and brings out the wind from his storehouses. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Psalm 135:7)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>His way is in the whirlwind and the storm, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and clouds are the dust of his feet. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Nahum 1: 3b)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Then the LORD sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Jonah 1:4)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>For he spoke and stirred up a tempest </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>that lifted high the waves. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>in their peril their courage melted away. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>They reeled and staggered like drunkards; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>they were at their wits’ end. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and he brought them out of their distress. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>He stilled the storm to a whisper; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>the waves of the sea were hushed. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>They were glad when it grew calm, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and he guided them to their desired haven. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Psalm 107: 25-30)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?” </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!” </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Mark 4: 37-41)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Praise the LORD from the earth, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>you great sea creatures and all ocean depths, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>lightning and hail, snow and clouds, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>stormy winds that do his bidding,</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Psalm 148: 7-8)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the LORD drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided, and the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with a wall of water on their right and on their left. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Exodus 14: 21-22)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The seas have lifted up, LORD, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>the seas have lifted up their voice; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>the seas have lifted up their pounding waves. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>mightier than the breakers of the sea— </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>the LORD on high is mighty. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Psalm 93: 3-4)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>My heart is in anguish within me; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>the terrors of death have fallen on me. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Fear and trembling have beset me; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>horror has overwhelmed me. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I would fly away and be at rest. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I would flee far away </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and stay in the desert;</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I would hurry to my place of shelter, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>far from the tempest and storm.” </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Psalm 55:4-8)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Come,” he said. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Matthew 14: 29-31)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>You have been a refuge for the poor, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>a refuge for the needy in their distress, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>a shelter from the storm </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and a shade from the heat. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Isaiah 25:4a)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Matthew 7: 25)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>(Psalm 56:3a)</em></span><br />
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<em></em></span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-47940207716732137502011-07-17T11:34:00.000+02:002011-07-17T11:34:57.951+02:00Anointing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. John 12:3</span></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J7Cfo8atJPo?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-71940678476287822442011-07-09T18:19:00.000+02:002011-07-09T18:19:25.994+02:00Friends <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? Thought I was the only one." </span><br />
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</tbody></table>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-12735504330035270662011-06-23T10:25:00.003+02:002011-06-23T10:30:31.705+02:00But what about you? Who do you say I am?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzUayzmBPzRRD-fy4d9VfuSzE8o8mQeU9jegGbiiI_5xsQQBIShEDJbj1M9MMQ4rggFbL8PYpKMj3u9vXVGqqFOAfx5tRwFZ9XA3yUQa4ip5Net1gss1rOG_xw8Aue31MXajascOTssk2/s1600/woman_at_the_well.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzUayzmBPzRRD-fy4d9VfuSzE8o8mQeU9jegGbiiI_5xsQQBIShEDJbj1M9MMQ4rggFbL8PYpKMj3u9vXVGqqFOAfx5tRwFZ9XA3yUQa4ip5Net1gss1rOG_xw8Aue31MXajascOTssk2/s400/woman_at_the_well.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I while ago I studied John for a long time and one thing that has stood out to me is the question of </span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Jesus identity and the way Jesus relates to people about this. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">He isn’t interested in superficial answers, in what people think they should believe or in what they heard other people say. He wants to know their heart…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Why would He ask people certain questions, when He already knows the answers? (He did not need any testimony about mankind, for he knew what was in each person. John 2:24,25). Maybe it is because He wants people to make a clear decision about what they believe, to be honest about this with themselves and with Jesus and to built their lives upon that decision. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When Jesus speaks with people He seems to know how to ask those questions that cut through straight to the heart. The following verse comes to mind when thinking about this:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. (Hebrews 4:12)</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When reading about different conversations Jesus had with people I’m also struck by the love He shows for them. He takes the time to talk with them, to listen to them and to draw them out. The people He meets are not just nameless individuals passing by, but he seeks out every person He encounters.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It’s interesting to see the different reactions people have towards Jesus; how some are drawn to him and how others become angry or irritated. How some people are changed and how some people walk away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">From all of this also comes a personal question: “What do I believe about Jesus, who do I think He is, and how does this matter for my life? Do I really know him as well as I think I know him? What questions would Jesus ask me?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As we see from John 14:9 even if we have been with Jesus for a long time, this is no guarantee that we really know him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 1</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em><sup>48</sup> “How do you know me?” Nathanael asked. Jesus answered, <u>“I saw you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.”</u> <sup>49</sup> Then Nathanael declared, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the king of Israel.” <sup>50</sup> Jesus said, <u>“You believe because I told you I saw you under the fig tree. You will see greater things than that.”</u></em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 4: </em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em><sup>19</sup> “Sir,” the woman said, “I can see that you are a prophet. </em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">25</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> The woman said, “I know that Messiah” (called Christ) “is coming. When he comes, he will explain everything to us.” <sup>26</sup> <u>Then Jesus declared, “I, the one speaking to you—I am he.”</u> </span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">42</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> They said to the woman, “We no longer believe just because of what you said; now we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this man really is the Savior of the world.” </span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 6</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em><sup>14</sup> After the people saw the sign Jesus performed, they began to say, “Surely this is the Prophet who is to come into the world.” <sup>15</sup> Jesus, knowing that they intended to come and make him king by force, withdrew again to a mountain by himself.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 7</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">12</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Among the crowds there was widespread whispering about him. Some said, “He is a good man.”Others replied, “No, he deceives the people.” <sup>13</sup> But no one would say anything publicly about him for fear of the leaders. </span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em><sup>40</sup> On hearing his words, some of the people said, “Surely this man is the Prophet.” <sup>41</sup> Others said, “He is the Messiah.” Still others asked, “How can the Messiah come from Galilee? <sup>42</sup> Does not Scripture say that the Messiah will come from David’s descendants and from Bethlehem, the town where David lived?” <sup>43</sup> Thus the people were divided because of Jesus.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 8</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">19</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Then they asked him, “Where is your father?” <u>“You do not know me or my Father,”</u> Jesus replied. <u>“If you knew me, you would know my Father also.”</u></span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 9</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">35</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Jesus heard that they had thrown him out, <u>and when he found him, he said</u>, <u>“Do you believe in the Son of Man?”</u> <sup>36</sup> “Who is he, sir?” the man asked. “Tell me so that I may believe in him.” <sup>37</sup> <u>Jesus said, “You have now seen him; in fact, he is the one speaking with you.”</u> <sup>38</sup> Then the man said, “Lord, I believe,” and he worshiped him.</span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John10</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em><sup>19</sup> The Jews who heard these words were again divided. <sup>20</sup> Many of them said, “He is demon-possessed and raving mad. Why listen to him?” <sup>21</sup> But others said, “These are not the sayings of a man possessed by a demon. Can a demon open the eyes of the blind?” </em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">24</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> The Jews who were there gathered around him, saying, “How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.”<sup>25</sup> Jesus answered, <u>“I did tell you, but you do not believe. The works I do in my Father’s name testify about me</u>,</span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em><sup>33</sup> “We are not stoning you for any good work,” they replied, “but for blasphemy, because you, a mere man, claim to be God.” </em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 11</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">25</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Jesus said to her, <u>“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; <sup>26</sup> and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Do you believe this?</b>”</u> <sup>27</sup> “Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.” </span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John14</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><em><sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">7</span></sup><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> <u>If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.” </u><sup>8</sup> Philip said, “Lord, show us the Father and that will be enough for us.” <sup>9</sup> Jesus answered: “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have been among you such a long time?</u></b> <u>Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? <sup>10</sup> Don’t you believe that I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me?</u></span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><em>John 18</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We pray for blessings</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We pray for peace</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Comfort for family, protection while we sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We pray for healing, for prosperity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">All the while, You hear each spoken need</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if Your healing comes through tears</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if a thousand sleepless nights </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Are what it takes to know You’re near</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We pray for wisdom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Your voice to hear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As if every promise from Your Word is not enough</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">All the while, You hear each desperate plea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And long that we'd have faith to believe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if Your healing comes through tears</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if a thousand sleepless nights </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Are what it takes to know You’re near</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When friends betray us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When darkness seems to win</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We know the pain reminds this heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That this is not, this is not our home</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if Your healing comes through tears</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And what if a thousand sleepless nights </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Are what it takes to know You’re near</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What if my greatest disappointments</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Or the aching of this life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And what if trials of this life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The rain, the storms, the hardest nights</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Are Your mercies in disguise</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=le-TG4sRRiQ">"There will be a day" by Jeremy Camp</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Deuteronomy 33: 27a</em></span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-27340180582240516772011-05-19T21:36:00.000+02:002011-05-19T21:36:39.614+02:00Tired?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Why do you complain, Jacob? Why do you say, Israel, “My way is hidden from the LORD; my cause is disregarded by my God”? Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Isaiah 40:27-31</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>As water reflects a face, so a man’s heart reflects the man.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. (Ezekiel 36:26)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. (Ephesians 3:16,17a)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! (2 Corinthians 5:17)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts. (2 Corinthians 3:3)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. (2 Corinthians 3:18)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Apathy: Absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement, lack of interest or concern, emotionless, without feelings, complacency, indifferent, to ignore, disinterested, anesthetized, too lazy, too busy, self-indulgent, a subconscious blocking of distressing information. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The world is still sleeping its “sleep of death”. It has been a slumber of many generations; sometimes deeper, sometimes lighter, yet still a slumber like that of the tomb, as if destined to continue till the last trumpet sound; and then there shall be no more sleep. Yet God has not left it to sleep unwarned. He has spoken in a voice that might reach the dullest ears and quicken the coldest heart. Then thousand times has He thus spoken and still He speaks. But the world refuses to hear. Its myriads slumber on, as if this sleep of death were the very blessedness of its being. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- <span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;">Historical collections of accounts of revival, 1845 -</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"></span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>O God, you are my God, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>earnestly I seek you; </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>my soul thirsts for you, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>my body longs for you, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>in a dry and weary land </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>where there is no water. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Psalm 63:</em>1</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Brainerd’s Diary and Journal reveal an ardent and oft reiterated yearning to “burn out” for his Lord and to be “aflame for God”. “It is my fervent longing” he said, “to be a flame of fire, continually glowing in the divine service, till my latest, my dying moment.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Heroes of faith on pioneer trails-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I refuse to sleep one more minute. I’m awake… with eyes opened, heart rendered, and knees bent while I whisper “Yes…Yes, Lord! then I raise my hands as I move my feet: “I’m available for service. Send me. I’ll go. I want to stay awake forever…” </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Anne Graham Lotz-</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-54321549324757403912011-04-03T13:09:00.000+02:002011-04-03T13:09:08.370+02:00Closed doors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JwD9XG3-QAV7s4HjBuIpR_DXvE5dNCGZkdom8jzNe5sKPDRGcTqpkBSM1PsM58r1ql9V3n-hqhpmk4Zsel6syVCbGVCBPM0tAK9Nifjr_95IjiRX9ADtHr3t5451TZREWjOvLWz6ROPO/s1600/Door+locked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JwD9XG3-QAV7s4HjBuIpR_DXvE5dNCGZkdom8jzNe5sKPDRGcTqpkBSM1PsM58r1ql9V3n-hqhpmk4Zsel6syVCbGVCBPM0tAK9Nifjr_95IjiRX9ADtHr3t5451TZREWjOvLWz6ROPO/s400/Door+locked.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><br />
About one and a half year ago I read the story below. It made a big impact on me and is one of many things that influenced me towards wanting to work with streetchildren. <br />
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Maybe I can help open some doors even if this means I have to step outside the gate myself…<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Some people have every door open to them, thousands of doors wide open for the choosing, their future molded by whatever path they decide for themselves. Other people knock and pound on a thousand doors, waiting and hoping that any door will open so they may have at least one option, rather than being stuck helpless forever in the hallway. Others, having given up, make a home in the hallway. The difference between these people often falls as a difference between the poor and the rich.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I, for one, have been given many of the things I have ever wanted or needed. Any educational opportunity, expensive or cheap, was there to take as soon as I chose it. I am sheltered by a comfortable house with my own room. I never suffered a day of hunger, never had to skip even a meal. I have a family who has stayed together- a mother, a father, and one younger brother. I am well provided for, monetarily. My world is full of wide open doors. For the vast majority of each of you, your lives are similar – you have option, opportunity – there are doors open for you. Some of us, of course, have more doors open than others, but for many in the United States, the clear fact is that our hallways are open futures compared to the vast majority of the world, who live with much less than we have.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>One day in Lima, I stood at the gate of my house, ready, with my key, to enter. A child approached me selling candy. “Comprame…no sea mala” “Buy from me, don’t be mean.” He said to me. I barely looked at him and said, “I don’t have any money.” The truth was, I had a lot of money in my pocket. Then, I shoved the key in the gate, opened it wide enough so that just I could pass, and slammed it shut behind me. I ran up to the door to my house and fumbled with the next key to enter that door. As I did so, I looked behind me to see if the child was still there. He stood staring at me through the gate, still, open-mouthed, holding his box of candies, his face a little bit startled – probably because I had slammed the gate so loudly and forcefully behind me. I opened the door to my house, went inside, and shut the little face outside. I shut out a little boy who was probably hungry, who needed that money before he could go home – I knew that many of those children would have to work into the night if they didn’t earn an established amount of money, and many times they returned home and were beaten for not having worked as hard as they should have. I had lied to him. I went up the stairs to my room and put down my things. I sat on my bed for a few moments, not able to forget his face. Why didn’t I give anything to him? I jumped from my place and ran downstairs, out of the house door. I unlocked the gate and looked right and left. In my hand I had coins to give to him. But he had already left. Until this day, I will never forget his face looking at me through the barred gate that separated me from him. It was the gate that said, “I have a key and you do not. This place is open to me and not to you. I have money that I don’t have to give to you unless I want to. Stay on your side of the gate.”</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times;">- Noting but a Thief by Danielle Speakman -</span></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nnqOI4mVKc&feature=related">Link to video: "God of Justice by Tim Hughes"</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I while ago I read the passage below. I loved the difference it shows between being empty inside and seeking rest through other things or being filled with a peace that comes from within. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"<em>The next day I went to the ocean where I often had my quiet time. Since I had been a young girl, this had been my favorite spot. I climbed down part of a cliff, over a sixty-foot drop, to a little alcove that had been carved out of the side of the mountain by the winds. As far as I knew, no one else in the world knew about this spot, so it was mine alone. It was a haven, protecting me from the winds of life. I would spend hours there watching the waves crash in, one after another. That day I wrote in my journal:</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I used to come here as a child to escape the tensions at home. Feeling completely empty inside, I would sit and let all the peace I felt from the warm sun and ocean mist engulf every part of me. It was the only peace I knew. Now I sit here at age nineteen, loving the warmth of the sun and the mist from the ocean, but today I can say with thanksgiving, my peace comes from within. I am everything but empty. I am full to the brim and overflowing. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>God has given me hope when I used to despair. God has filled my heart with love when I used to hate. God has filled my heart with forgiveness when I used to be bitter. God has filled my heart with purpose when I had no direction. God has filled my heart with compassion when I never used to care. God has filled my heart with giving when I used to have nothing to give. God has opened my eyes spiritually when I used to be blind."</em> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-<em>Totally surrounded by Christina Di Stefano Davis-</em></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Whb-XSOog8k&feature=related">Link to song Matthew West "the healing has begun"</a><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear and come to me; hear me, that your soul may live</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jeremiah 2:13, Isaiah 55:1-3, Romans 6:23</span></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSwCOs-uXzU&feature=fvst">Link to video drama</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">We had a great retreat with our church this weekend. When we went for a walk with some friends we had a fight with leafs. In the pictures you can see who started it…sorry Naomi…</span> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">If <em>any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>James 1:5</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Psalm 32: 8</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Remember how the LORD your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands. Deuteronomy 8: 2-3</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In a desert land he found him, in a barren and howling waste. He shielded him and cared for him; he guarded him as the apple of his eye, like an eagle that stirs up its nest and hovers over its young, that spreads its wings to catch them and carries them aloft. The LORD alone led him. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Deuteronomy 32:10-12</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Isaiah 58:11</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This song has been very helpfull to me in some periods of my life...sometimes the road is easy and sunny without clouds, but sometimes it's a broken road and you only have faith to hold on to...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When I looked this song up on you tube I found a the powerfull testimony that goes along with the song. You can find it with the following link: </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPmozHhShEA&feature=related"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Testimony Jeremy Camp "walk by faith"</span></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAbw014vzEI&feature=related"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Song "walk by faith"</span></a><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GAbw014vzEI?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-87250295784462491592011-02-27T11:53:00.000+01:002011-02-27T11:53:05.738+01:00Which voice to listen to...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eiPgnanO-HZdCk9QLjfGqeoNUkwFDagUQ-lxFtaSBHicqKK3gzREh9OqEpa_7OouF7NWhi5tFdJ7cook2U39aaKl2PLFVA0Wo_0vshxVxmLn96xK-ssjYR9_6txwehJu1BrG1HMNAPOS/s1600/accuser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eiPgnanO-HZdCk9QLjfGqeoNUkwFDagUQ-lxFtaSBHicqKK3gzREh9OqEpa_7OouF7NWhi5tFdJ7cook2U39aaKl2PLFVA0Wo_0vshxVxmLn96xK-ssjYR9_6txwehJu1BrG1HMNAPOS/s400/accuser.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">These two pictures have helped me to learn to distinguish God's voice from other voices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The first voice is a voice that draws us away from God. It is an angry voice that accuses us. It shouts in our ears and it makes us feel worthless and hopeless. It keeps reminding us of our weaknesses and it keeps pointing out our sins. It tells us that our sins are like stains, that we have to try to wash away, but we never can, no matter how hard we try. It is a voice that covers us with shame and makes us shrink back to a cold and dark place. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The second voice is drawing us towards God. It is loving and strong. It is a voice of hope. It uncovers our weaknesses, but does so in a gentle way, bringing us to our knees. It helps us to look at ourselves in full light, through the lens of grace. It is a calm but passionate voice. It helps us to see that we are of value and that we are missed. It grows in us a desire to change and to show God our love for him. It makes us long for holiness. It is a voice that wants to free us, cleanse us, heal us, restore us and give us purpose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The more we understand God’s love for us, the more we can understand how we hurt him by turning away from him and the more we are able to believe that He will recieve us with joy when we come back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, which voice do we trust?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">And which voice will we be to others?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oV4ndllEY8&feature=related">Link to video East to West</a></span><br />
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<em>Then he showed me Joshua the high priest standing before the angel of the LORD, and Satan standing at his right side to accuse him. The LORD said to Satan, “The LORD rebuke you, Satan! The LORD, who has chosen Jerusalem, rebuke you! Is not this man a burning stick snatched from the fire?” Now Joshua was dressed in filthy clothes as he stood before the angel. 4 The angel said to those who were standing before him, “Take off his filthy clothes.” Then he said to Joshua, “See, I have taken away your sin, and I will put fine garments on you.” Zechariah 3:1-3</em><br />
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<em>For the accuser of our brothers and sisters, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down. They triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony Revelation 12:10,11a</em><br />
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<em>Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. Hebrews 4:14-16</em><br />
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<em>Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. Ephesians 4:32</em><br />
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<em>More about forgiveness: <a href="http://reflections-of-the-unseen.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-you-feel-you-really-messed-up.html">When you feel you really messed up</a></em>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749560261918647169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086293959077566329.post-41863255064298841662011-02-23T11:21:00.000+01:002011-02-23T11:21:06.311+01:00What was frozen through is newly purposed... <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="ft"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven</span></span><br />
<span class="ft"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;">Ecclesiastes 3:1</span></span><br />
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<span class="ft"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Uiy8_Oru74&feature=related">Link to video "four seasons"</a></span></td></tr>
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