<?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-24315534</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:27:41.450-08:00</updated><category term='confession'/><category term='christian'/><category term='joy'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='belief'/><category term='Psalms'/><category term='Gods nature'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>***************************************************************</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6362071026446139978</id><published>2007-09-10T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:03:49.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. I moved again.</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://brotherjohnny.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for my current on-line journal.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6362071026446139978?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6362071026446139978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6362071026446139978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6362071026446139978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6362071026446139978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-i-moved-again.html' title='Yes. I moved again.'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-8326388787131325076</id><published>2007-08-14T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:47:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry. It's just a silly Quiz (What are you doing here, anyway?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/chinese/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hierophant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-8326388787131325076?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8326388787131325076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=8326388787131325076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8326388787131325076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8326388787131325076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-worry-its-just-silly-quiz-what-are.html' title='Don&apos;t worry. It&apos;s just a silly Quiz (What are you doing here, anyway?!)'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2552080498574902886</id><published>2007-07-27T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T06:05:11.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://finishedwithreligion.blogspot.com/"&gt;!&lt;/a&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/24315534-2552080498574902886?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2552080498574902886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2552080498574902886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2552080498574902886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2552080498574902886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/gone.html' title='GONE'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1608875766376900960</id><published>2007-07-26T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:11:04.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/nENyxbHc1iA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/nENyxbHc1iA" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1608875766376900960?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1608875766376900960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1608875766376900960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1608875766376900960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1608875766376900960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/black-hole-in-centaurus.html' title='GOING........'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6386486898173099973</id><published>2007-07-26T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:23:11.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/53/57/23365753.jpg" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/53/57/23365753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6386486898173099973?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6386486898173099973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6386486898173099973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6386486898173099973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6386486898173099973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/going.html' title='Going......'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-8393635029044819067</id><published>2007-07-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:36:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Water...</title><content type='html'>...Spiraling down a drain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post here.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to visit my other &lt;a href="http://finishedwithreligion.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-8393635029044819067?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8393635029044819067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=8393635029044819067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8393635029044819067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8393635029044819067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/sound-of-water.html' title='Sound of Water...'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-274084729878522571</id><published>2007-07-13T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:54:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pasturescott.org/"&gt;Brother Scott Mitchell&lt;/a&gt; hit me with some tough, but interesting questions today.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is something called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meme&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal is that after answering the questions, I get to make up five questions and send them to five other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott's Questions/ My Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What teacher has had the most influence in your life? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Impossible question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://www.christasus.com/Letters/NGPage.htm"&gt;Norman P. Grubb.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Great teacher. Very clear and pure. Resonates deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could write the "Great American Novel" what would the first line be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Stop! Do not read this book. If you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;, you will never read another book,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which job would you prefer: the guy holding the 'slow down' sign in a work zone, a ring announcer at a world championship boxing match, or the person serving sample snacks at a Sam's or grocery store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sample Server (grocery store).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have just awakened from a coma, who would you like to see first and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My wife, Missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I fall in love with her more and more all the time. If my memory were damaged, I would have the joy of falling in love with her again, for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could get a do-over in high school, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for MY questions (below), I choose &lt;a href="http://christinyall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neil&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jasminpittman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jasmin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=20427754"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=8444318"&gt;Margaret Ann&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://nrotation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(The funny part is that I truly think that Jeremy is my only reader, and right now, he is probably SICK of answering my questions!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could make up a national (or worldwide) holiday, what would it be called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which of the characters from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt; do you relate to the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gilligan's Island&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If a sitcom were made about your life, what would it be called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If you could keep only three books from your bookshelf, which three would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you guys (and gals) get to do the same (if you want, of course) and please link back to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-274084729878522571?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/274084729878522571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=274084729878522571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/274084729878522571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/274084729878522571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1028493861720020095</id><published>2007-07-12T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:00:57.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 50/50</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1028493861720020095?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1028493861720020095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1028493861720020095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1028493861720020095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1028493861720020095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-5050.html' title='Almost 50/50'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6348115911692932948</id><published>2007-07-05T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:20:59.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Questions</title><content type='html'>1) What is the difference between living and walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do we learn to live or is that something we do without effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Does walking require effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Could you put forth effort if you were not alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) How does one become alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What causes a child to desire the skill of walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When one walks (literally), outside of possible physical pain, is there much consideration as to how difficult it is, or do you not really think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Is it the same for toddlers and teenagers, or fully grown adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear your comments.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6348115911692932948?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6348115911692932948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6348115911692932948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6348115911692932948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6348115911692932948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/simple-questions.html' title='Simple Questions'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-5399755883898387516</id><published>2007-06-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:35:34.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Had to Post this Link...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://larknews.com/january_2005/secondary.php?page=3"&gt;Many a Truth are Said in Jest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I mean no harm, it's just......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-5399755883898387516?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5399755883898387516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=5399755883898387516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5399755883898387516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5399755883898387516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-had-to-post-this-link.html' title='I Just Had to Post this Link...'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6534728603636892170</id><published>2007-06-22T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:58:19.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK</title><content type='html'>It's time for a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;My vacation from work is almost over and I'm getting ready for things to get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten some clarity from the Lord on a handful of things, and He has cracked the doors open to a couple of new rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light keeps getting brighter and the darkness keeps fading away.&lt;br /&gt;Such is the way of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking from BlogWorld for a while, there are some things I need to get back to.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I pray the Lord reveal Himself to us all more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6534728603636892170?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6534728603636892170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6534728603636892170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6534728603636892170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6534728603636892170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/break.html' title='BREAK'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2957982186454721640</id><published>2007-06-20T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:07:47.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask....Just Read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theshackbook.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://theshackbook.com/aimages/bookmarkad.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="480" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-2957982186454721640?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2957982186454721640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2957982186454721640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2957982186454721640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2957982186454721640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-askjust-read.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask....Just Read.'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6917277590836836446</id><published>2007-06-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:45:51.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man! This Guy Just Continues to Nail It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christasus.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;www.ChristAsUs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tired of Being for Others?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Norman Grubb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the danger arises of us thinking that we must rush about being not for ourselves but for others. By no means. Just go on being yourself and don't give a thought about being for others. Just run your own life, accept yourself, be yourself, love yourself! Appreciate that you are a special person, specially gifted by God. For what? That's not your business. Don't try and run His business! Get on with your daily occupations and putting all your heart into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there's a catch in that. You are not really yourself, but Christ in you, Christ the real you. And He is for others and He knows exactly how He will reach others by you in your special life's situation and with your special equipment, of which you may not even be conscious, and probably good that you are not! If you try to fuss around being something for others, for your neighbors, for good works in your church, your town or out to the world, you may be so occupied in the wrong direction that He will have to do some more work on you to get you where He really wants you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is love in us, other-love, so you just can't help yourself. Without any kind of human effort, you just find yourself drawn into maybe love-contacts with naturally unpleasant neighbors; you find that folks somehow get in touch with you, because you are free from fussing about your affairs or theirs, just free to love, not to condemn or judge or try to change them, and one or another will be coming to you and pouring out their burdens. But when folks do find that you are available, you have to beware against being back under the law. The Spirit is original in each of us and He will get His original plan into action by you in some way which frees you from man-pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are back on the usual paradox: do nothing which stems from self-effort. But in being a do-nothing, you will actually be a do-everything, because the Real Doer whose aim is to get the world back to Himself will surely be busy by you in His own way and time. Yet watch even there when we say ''He will be busy by you,'' because times will come when you will appear to be useless on the shelf, as if God has forgotten you (how crazy can we be!), and the only word left which can suit you is, ''Be still and know that I am God.'' Very well, then, be still; and if God wants to be lazy in you, let Him be!&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;taken from \u003ci\&gt;Who Am I?\u003c/i\&gt; by Norman Grubb ",0] ); D(["mi",8,2,"1133c69c894a5e8a",0,"0","John Thomas","John","injesuschrist@gmail.com",[[["VICTOR","went2surf2000@yahoo.com","1133c69c894a5e8a"] ] ,[] ,[] ] ,"9:19 pm (1 hour ago)",["VICTOR WILEY \u003cwent2surf2000@yahoo.com\&gt;"] ,[] ,[] ,[] ,"Jun 17, 2007 9:19 PM","Fwd: Daily Thought - Tired of Being for Others?","",[] ,1,,,"Sun Jun 17 2007_9:19 PM","On 6/17/07, John Thomas \u003cinjesuschrist@gmail.com\&gt; wrote:","On 6/17/07, \u003cb class\u003dgmail_sendername\&gt;John Thomas\u003c/b\&gt; &lt;injesuschrist@gmail.com&gt; wrote:","gmail.com",,,"","",0,,"\u003c1734a59f0706171819s6062dcf4p8234ee4750ef8d96@mail.gmail.com\&gt;",0,,0,"In reply to \"Daily Thought - Tired of Being for Others?\"",0] ); D(["mb","\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;Here&amp;#39;s my main man, Brother Grubb, with a timely word of Light!!!!!\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cbr style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;\u003cbr style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;Check it out......!!!\n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;i&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/i&gt; by Norman Grubb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6917277590836836446?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6917277590836836446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6917277590836836446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6917277590836836446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6917277590836836446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/man-this-guy-just-continues-to-nail-it.html' title='Man! This Guy Just Continues to Nail It!'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-551765852796332047</id><published>2007-06-06T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:56:47.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Silly Quiz</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;They're kind of right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really should incorporate a more diverse variety of questions and theologians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this one doesn't think I'm a &lt;em&gt;stoner&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(How dare they!!!???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1118145217Martin" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/b&gt;, The daddy of the Reformation. You are opposed to any Catholic ideas of works-salvation and see the scriptures as being primarily authoritative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'87'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;87%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Anselm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'80'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;John Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'73'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Jürgen Moltmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Friedrich Schleiermacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'53'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Karl Barth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'53'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Paul Tillich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'47'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Charles Finney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'47'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Jonathan Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-551765852796332047?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/551765852796332047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=551765852796332047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/551765852796332047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/551765852796332047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-silly-quiz.html' title='Another Silly Quiz'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-7462321996351160268</id><published>2007-06-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:58:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fodder which is in heaven Hollowed be thy name...</title><content type='html'>Haven't started the next psalm yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little fodder in the meantime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in 1967&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/60s.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-7462321996351160268?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7462321996351160268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=7462321996351160268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/7462321996351160268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/7462321996351160268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-fodder-which-is-in-heaven-hollowed.html' title='Our Fodder which is in heaven Hollowed be thy name...'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1013928190807206923</id><published>2007-05-22T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:33:35.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. }&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;, my distresses have increased. They arise in multiples!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yet in my mind do I have the promise of Gods Deliverance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;~Rest~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Existing One is my defense and my glory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;He is the lifter of my head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;With my voice, I cry out to the Existing One, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And He responds from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;~Rest~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;I laid down and slept and when I awoke, The Existing One had refreshed me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Still afraid of the myriad of people set all around me, I called to the One,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Arise Lord, deliver me!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;“God, you have struck the jaw of the enemy and broken the teeth of the wicked.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Victory is in The Existing One and is a Gift for His People!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;~Rest~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1013928190807206923?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1013928190807206923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1013928190807206923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1013928190807206923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1013928190807206923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/psalm-3.html' title='Psalm 3'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-3466939008923511012</id><published>2007-05-13T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:15:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to anyone and everyone for their prayers. Even if you didn't pray for her thank you anyway, because I know that the Spirit within us all prays without ceasing.&lt;br /&gt;Becky is much better now. Just a few more days of antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't finished psalm 3 yet, I'd like to post something from Kevin A. Beck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parousia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May  14, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By  Kevin A. Beck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play  Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We live in busy times.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People are working more hours than ever  and making longer commutes.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Technology has made it nearly impossible to leave your job at the  office.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The communications  revolution relegated the forty-hour work week to relic of  history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our sense of busyness is compounded by  volunteer commitments, community service, and religious activities.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you start adding up everything you  “have to do,” you may quickly realize that you don’t have any time for  living.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jon Kabat-Zinn asks, “Do  you know anyone who has more free time than he did ten years  ago?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s not that work, volunteering, and  spiritual practices deter you from living a full life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, they constitute meaningful  facets of our being.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We find  creative expression in our vocation, contribute to the well-being of others as  we serve, and strengthen our conscious connection with God as we deepen our  internal space.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Yet—if we’re not \ncareful—we can turn work, service, and religion into obsessive compulsions \ndriving every moment of our existence.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;A driven life is a robbed life—a life \nrobbed of peace, joy, and wonder.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;A \nlife robbed of an unrushed pace and an unhurried tempo.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;A life robbed of the ability to soak in \nprofound experiences.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;A life robbed \nof time needed to reflect on the grandeur of each moment.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;A life robbed of \npresence.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;An ingredient necessary to develop a \nrichly integrated life is play.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;This is not what passes as the ‘play’ of fanatical parents trying to \nregain their youth through their children’s organized recreation.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Real play is the uninhibited fun most of \nus experience in the unstructured environment \nchildhood.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Play allows us to momentarily set aside \nall of ou\u003cspan\&gt;r\u003c/span\&gt; to-do lists, perceived crises, \nand urgent impulses.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;It refreshes \nthe spirit and rejuvenates the mind.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;Play is not a diversion; it is an utmost sacred \nact.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;I know.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;You don’t have time for play.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;You get more done before \u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;9am\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt; than most people do all day.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet—if we’re not  careful—we can turn work, service, and religion into obsessive compulsions  driving every moment of our existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A driven life is a robbed life—a life  robbed of peace, joy, and wonder.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A  life robbed of an unrushed pace and an unhurried tempo.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A life robbed of the ability to soak in  profound experiences.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A life robbed  of time needed to reflect on the grandeur of each moment.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A life robbed of  presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ingredient necessary to develop a  richly integrated life is play.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This is not what passes as the ‘play’ of fanatical parents trying to  regain their youth through their children’s organized recreation.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Real play is the uninhibited fun most of  us experience in the unstructured environment  childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Play allows us to momentarily set aside  all of ou&lt;span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; to-do lists, perceived crises,  and urgent impulses.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It refreshes  the spirit and rejuvenates the mind.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Play is not a diversion; it is an utmost sacred  act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You don’t have time for play.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You get more done before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; than most people do all day.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;You’re too busy with everything that you \nmust accomplish, or the world will end.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;If this is how you see yourself, you might want to consider Jesus.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;“Let the little children come unto me,” \nhe declared.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;What do you think he \ndid when they came to him?\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Did he \ngive extended discourses, organize them into evangelistic teams, and test them \non their Bible knowledge?\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;I doubt \nit.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Instead I imagine he played \ntheir childhood games with them, living spontaneously in the \nmoment.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;I have a friend who works two jobs and \nis training for a triathlon.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;In \nother words, she has a full schedule.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;However, she told me that she took time out last week to walk her dog in \nthe park.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;At one point, she stopped \nto rest.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;She lay back in the grass \nand watched the shapes of the passing clouds.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;After a while she rolled onto her front, \nand pulled her shirt up exposing her stomach.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;She beamed as she told me, “I rolled in \nthe grass and felt like a little kid.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;It just felt so good.”\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;This week, create a break in your \nall-too-hectic schedule so you can play.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;If you feel obliged to write it in your calendar, scribble the words \n“Important Meeting.”\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Then take your \nkids or grandkids to the playground and get on the swings. \u003cspan\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;Fly a kite. \u003cspan\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;Go hiking.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Play catch.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Shoot some hoops.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Jump on a trampoline.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Ride your bike.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Ride a horse.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Paint, draw, or sculpt.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re too busy with everything that you  must accomplish, or the world will end.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;If this is how you see yourself, you might want to consider Jesus.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Let the little children come unto me,”  he declared.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do you think he  did when they came to him?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did he  give extended discourses, organize them into evangelistic teams, and test them  on their Bible knowledge?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I doubt  it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead I imagine he played  their childhood games with them, living spontaneously in the  moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a friend who works two jobs and  is training for a triathlon.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In  other words, she has a full schedule.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;However, she told me that she took time out last week to walk her dog in  the park.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point, she stopped  to rest.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She lay back in the grass  and watched the shapes of the passing clouds.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a while she rolled onto her front,  and pulled her shirt up exposing her stomach.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She beamed as she told me, “I rolled in  the grass and felt like a little kid.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It just felt so good.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This week, create a break in your  all-too-hectic schedule so you can play.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;If you feel obliged to write it in your calendar, scribble the words  “Important Meeting.”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then take your  kids or grandkids to the playground and get on the swings. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fly a kite. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Go hiking.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Play catch.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shoot some hoops.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jump on a trampoline.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ride your bike.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ride a horse.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paint, draw, or sculpt.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;If you haven’t played for a while, don’t \nworry.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Once you start, it will all \ncome back to you.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;And when it does, \nenjoy it.\u003cspan\&gt; 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Presence International: The Good News \nWithout a Catch.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#008000\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cu\&gt;UPCOMING PRESENCE \nEVENTS\u003c/u\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you haven’t played for a while, don’t  worry.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you start, it will all  come back to you.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when it does,  enjoy it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Breathe deeply for the  spirit of life is reviving your inner self&lt;b&gt;.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“&lt;span&gt;Begin the music,  strike the tambourine, play the melodious harp and lyre” (Psalm  81:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-3466939008923511012?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3466939008923511012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=3466939008923511012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3466939008923511012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3466939008923511012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-637585014920066780</id><published>2007-05-11T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:40:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why are the nations in such turbulence and commotion?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do the people not know that the cause of their disturbance is their own vain devices?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Together, the kings of the earth present themselves as enlightened and wise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Weighty are the words spoken within their counsels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Existing One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt; and His&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Anointed rend their bonds &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;and cast away Their cords from them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The &lt;b style=""&gt;Master &lt;/b&gt;chuckles at their derision from His heavenly abode although the countenance of His face declares His burning disappointment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Yet, I anoint My &lt;b style=""&gt;King&lt;/b&gt; of Holiness upon the Mountain of the sunny place”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Declare the resolve of &lt;b style=""&gt;The Existing One&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;He has spoken to me, “This Day, My &lt;b style=""&gt;Son&lt;/b&gt; is generated”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Just ask of &lt;b style=""&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;, and I shall give you the nations for your heritage. Ultimately, even the uttermost parts of the Earth will be your dominion. You will break them with a scepter of strength, shattering the fashion of their vestments”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;So be wise, you kings and be teachable, you Judges of the Earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Be useful to &lt;b style=""&gt;The Existing One.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;In all reverence, rejoice with trembling!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kiss the &lt;b style=""&gt;Son&lt;/b&gt;, lest you offend Him. Otherwise, if His anger is kindled even a little, He might vanish from your journey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You will be happy if you trust in &lt;b style=""&gt;Him!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-637585014920066780?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/637585014920066780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=637585014920066780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/637585014920066780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/637585014920066780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/psalm-2.html' title='Psalm 2'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-5175793540249135465</id><published>2007-05-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T07:02:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I'm at work right now, so I don't have much time to "blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest girl, Becky, has an ear infection. Been running a fever between 102 and 104 for the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to the clinic this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;And me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-5175793540249135465?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5175793540249135465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=5175793540249135465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5175793540249135465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5175793540249135465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-3131476882237963869</id><published>2007-05-07T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:30:18.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms'/><title type='text'>Psalm 1</title><content type='html'>Okay. Since I'm not blogging here anymore, and you still insist on coming here anyway, the least I can do is offer you some good reading.&lt;br /&gt;How about my translation/interpretation of the Psalms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, I refuse to add the "verse" numbers. Makes for much smoother reading.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Happiness is the experience of whoever refuses to live according to the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;purpose of the wicked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;They depart from the way of the condemned,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And dwell no longer in the company of the arrogant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Their pleasure is in the direction of &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Existing One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;In &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;His&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; direction do they muse day and night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;They are like a tree planted near a channel of refreshing water,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;producing fruit in due time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Their leaf shall not wither and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;whatever they do shall prosper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The wicked, however, are like chaff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;blown away by the wind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The wicked cannot stand justice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And neither can the condemned be gathered together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;with the righteous. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Existing One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; knows the way of the righteous,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;But the way of the wicked shall vanish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-3131476882237963869?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3131476882237963869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=3131476882237963869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3131476882237963869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3131476882237963869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/psalm-1.html' title='Psalm 1'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1653336460875118648</id><published>2007-04-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:35:32.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>Today I offer you something a bit different from what I usually put out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not going to worry (too much) about the repercussions of saying what is really on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that what I usually write or post is dictated by what people might think, but rather, today, my inhibitions just a bit lower than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you just can't let the expectations of your self or others be a factor when it comes to sharing your heart..., a time when you must follow God and not men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that I want to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of upholding an image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of self importance. Even if I shroud that self importance in impressive jargon about "having a voice" and my "right and calling" to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I tired but, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what I think or feel, be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, enjoy your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are here out of curiosity, turn it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;If you are here looking for something in particular, look somewhere else. Preferably inside your self where God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but if you are interested in the "First John" study, look at the letter for yourself and look within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have no need for anyone to teach you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll summarize briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little children need their sins forgiven, although it is really only for His names sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young men have overcome the evil one. The key is, that they have done so by the blood of the lamb and the word of their testimony. Sometimes they come across cocky because they realize the victory and power they have in Christ, but haven't come to terms, fully, that they play NO PART in that victory (other than being a vessel of Victory Himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers have known Him from the beginning and they have the potential to raise up more Sons.&lt;br /&gt;They have very little to (possibly) nothing left of themselves and have, in a very deep way, realized their full and perfect union with God in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there are more of these folks around than we tend to think, but chances are you won't find them in the places you might expect to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said to me the other day, "I feel like I've known Him all of my life, like I've NEVER been without Him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to draw these things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of you religion.&lt;br /&gt;Or keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, God does not condemn you.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't condemn yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in freedom or walk in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that I want to say, but I'm moving in a different direction now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost afraid to say it, so I will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say it's time to stop talking and time to start living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Love Us All&lt;br /&gt;~Johnny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1653336460875118648?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1653336460875118648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1653336460875118648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1653336460875118648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1653336460875118648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-177827916957750126</id><published>2007-04-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:13:05.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Choice"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We are always faced with a ''choice'' of what we will see .... (The ''choice'' is simply in our receptivity) .... that choice is this -- either we see UNITY, only GOD, ALL in all, manifesting Himself everywhere in EVERYTHING, ALL ordered, upheld and moved by HIM -- or we see chaos, disunity, separation, dissonance, disharmony .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Either we see a great ETERNAL FIRE OF LOVE EMBLAZONING EVERYTHING IN ITS LIGHT AND POWER or we see a million houses on fire and we can't get to them fast enough to deal with them before another million houses go up ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no fear in love .... LOVE casts out ALL fear .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dare we believe this??? (There is always somebody somewhere that wants to point out that there's plenty to fear out there -- but dare we step out anyway and believe there's NOTHING to fear???) ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fred Pruitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christasus.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;www.ChristAsUs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-177827916957750126?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/177827916957750126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=177827916957750126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/177827916957750126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/177827916957750126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/choice.html' title='The &quot;Choice&quot;'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2360794949578519200</id><published>2007-04-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:05:27.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I John Part VI: Little Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets take a look and see how John views the brothers and sisters to whom he is writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post, we'll start with the first group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I write to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;little children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because your sins are forgiven you for His name's sake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet and precious are the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My youngest child is soon to be four years old. For those of you who know me well, you would probably agree with me when I say that, in her, I see no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when she is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could lay down all the rules for her to follow, all the things that I expect her to do and be, and even get on to her when she is up to something that she shouldn't be, but the over arching principle is that she's my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just one teary eyed "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sawee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, daddy&lt;/span&gt;." and that's it. I'm nearly on my knees in tears, embracing her in my arms, lifting her up in love, building her back up to where, in my mind, she always is and will always be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here's Johns word to the little children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Your sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; forgiven..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now for the kicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Little children tend to think that it is for their sake.&lt;br /&gt;And that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I have gone out of the way on something, when I have begun walking somewhere other than the place my Spirit allows, I need forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know and experience God's unchanging love in Christ, and this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; to be ,very much, for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But John has a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"...for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;His names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; sake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you get hold of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What I get from this is that Gods nature, character, and expression must measure up to His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that His name will maintain it's "Quality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...,I'm not sure what you call it, but I know that it can be "broken down" into various aspects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jireh&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yireh&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“The Lord will provide.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nissi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;“The Lord is my Banner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yahweh Shalom:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;“The Lord is Peace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yahweh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sabbaoth&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;“The Lord of Hosts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maccaddeshcem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; “The Lord your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sanctifier&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Scholar;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt;’i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; “The Lord my Shepherd.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tsidkenu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; “The Lord our Righteousness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shammah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; “The Lord is there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahweh Elohim Israel: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“The Lord, the God of Israel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Heavenly Father wants  to be known as a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Daddy&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="P3A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/24315534-2360794949578519200?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2360794949578519200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2360794949578519200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2360794949578519200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2360794949578519200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-john-part-vi-little-children.html' title='I John Part VI: Little Children'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6740902987689790674</id><published>2007-04-01T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:10:11.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Exposed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return  there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;--Job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“They  divided my garments among them and cast lots for my  clothing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;--John 19:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Noted “food artist” Cossimo Cavalloro has stirred up quite a controversy—which is precisely what many artists intend to do with their art.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sculpted  an anatomically correct image of a crucified Jesus out of chocolate entitled “My  Sweet Lord.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Predictably, some religious activists \nfound this offensive.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;They took to \nthe airwaves and to the internet wielding political pressure and threatening \neconomic repercussions against the hotel that was set to display what has become \nknown as “Sweet Jesus.”\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;In traditional pious artwork, Jesus on the cross is \nusually covered with a loincloth.\u003cspan\&gt;  \n\u003c/span\&gt;However, this isn’t always the case.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Renaissance master Michelangelo created \na crucifix with an exposed Jesus. Also, his scandalous “Risen Christ” originally \npictured a revealed Jesus, only to have a later craftsman add a loincloth.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Not coincidentally, Michelangelo \nsculpted \u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;David\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt; nude in what is perhaps the most famous statue in \nwestern civilization.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Leo Steinberg’s book \u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;The Sexuality of Christ in Renaissance Art and In \nModern Oblivion\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:normal;font-family:Arial\"\&gt; \nshows that from the fourteenth century through the mid-16\u003csup\&gt;th\u003c/sup\&gt; century \nmany hundreds of pious works of art display Jesus naked. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;Apparently, \nart is in the eye of the beholder—or the patron commissioning the \nwork.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:normal;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Regardless, something incontrovertibly \ntrue strikes me. \u003cspan\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Predictably, some religious activists  found this offensive.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They took to the airwaves and to the internet wielding political pressure and threatening economic repercussions against the hotel that was set to display what has become known as “Sweet Jesus.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In traditional pious artwork, Jesus on the cross is  usually covered with a loincloth.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;However, this isn’t always the case.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Renaissance master Michelangelo created a crucifix with an exposed Jesus. Also, his scandalous “Risen Christ” originally pictured a revealed Jesus, only to have a later craftsman add a loincloth.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not coincidentally, Michelangelo  sculpted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; nude in what is perhaps the most famous statue in  western civilization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leo Steinberg’s book &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Sexuality of Christ in Renaissance Art and In  Modern Oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;  shows that from the fourteenth century through the mid-16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century  many hundreds of pious works of art display Jesus naked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Apparently,  art is in the eye of the beholder—or the patron commissioning the  work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Regardless, something incontrovertibly  true strikes me. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","Jesus came from \nhis mother’s womb naked and naked he returned.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Maybe it isn’t pleasant to consider this \nreality of life.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Perhaps we’d \nprefer to imagine an asexual Jesus who was unlike us in every way.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;However, as Jesus died upon the cross he \nhung suspended and exposed before God and the world.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;The soldiers had gambled for his \nclothing, and he had nothing to hide his shame, and this was the exact point of \nRoman crucifixion.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;However, \u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:normal;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;instead \nof\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt; feeling shame, Jesus despised it.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;“For the sake of the joy that was set \nbefore him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at \nthe right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:2).\u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:normal;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Steinberg acutely observes that rather \nthan taking umbrage at an exposed Jesus and considering a naked Jesus as insult \nto faith, an uncovered Christ actually\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt; affirms Jesus’ kinship with \nhumanity.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;In becoming exposed, Jesus took on the identity of \nthe Last Adam.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;As such, “one man’s \nact of righteousness leads to justification and life for all” (Romans \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;5:18\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;).\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Maybe \nthe reaction against an uncovered Jesus exposes our own reluctance to come to \nterms with the fact that God spared nothing to create us in the divine image—not \neven God’s own self-image.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Jesus came from  his mother’s womb naked and naked he returned.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it isn’t pleasant to consider this  reality of life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps we’d  prefer to imagine an asexual Jesus who was unlike us in every way.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, as Jesus died upon the cross he  hung suspended and exposed before God and the world.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The soldiers had gambled for his clothing, and he had nothing to hide his shame, and this was the exact point of Roman crucifixion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;instead  of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feeling shame, Jesus despised it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“For the sake of the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:2).&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Steinberg acutely observes that rather than taking umbrage at an exposed Jesus and considering a naked Jesus as insult to faith, an uncovered Christ actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; affirms Jesus’ kinship with  humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In becoming exposed, Jesus took on the identity of  the Last Adam.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As such, “one man’s  act of righteousness leads to justification and life for all” (Romans  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the reaction against an uncovered Jesus exposes our own reluctance to come to terms with the fact that God spared nothing to create us in the divine image—not even God’s own self-image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;The naked Christ signifies the scandal \nof a naked God.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Jesus exposed \nreveals God.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;As the express image \nof God’s very person, Jesus demonstrates the counterintuitive glory of God.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;God doesn’t appear to humanity in the \nform of an invincible warrior girded with impenetrable armor.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;The Constintinian fascination with \nEmperor Jesus blinds us to the gospel message that God shows up in full \nvulnerability.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;God in Christ \nidentifies with the lowly, the weak, and the defenseless.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Why?\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Because vulnerability resides at the \nheart of love, and God is love.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;In a paradoxical move, God’s weakness in \nChrist created the perfect means to bring about the transformation of the \nages.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;In a show of strength, the \npowers of the old age took matters into their own hands.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Ironically, their power grab brought \nabout God’s desired result.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;“\u003cspan\&gt;None of the \nrulers of this age understood it, for if they had, they would not have crucified \nthe Lord of glory” (1Corinthians 2:8).\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;That is why when Christ was struck, he \ndid not lash out.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;When mocked, he \ndid not mock in return.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;His \nsubmissiveness was not simply an act of biding his time until he could show \neveryone “who is boss” and torture his enemies for all eternity.\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;No. His meekness ultimately embraces \neven those who have been seduced by the mirage of power—because love, like a \n“weak force” and gravity breaks down barriers and draws all things to \nitself.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The naked Christ signifies the scandal  of a naked God.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus exposed  reveals God.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the express image  of God’s very person, Jesus demonstrates the counterintuitive glory of God.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God doesn’t appear to humanity in the  form of an invincible warrior girded with impenetrable armor.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Constintinian fascination with  Emperor Jesus blinds us to the gospel message that God shows up in full  vulnerability.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God in Christ  identifies with the lowly, the weak, and the defenseless.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because vulnerability resides at the  heart of love, and God is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a paradoxical move, God’s weakness in  Christ created the perfect means to bring about the transformation of the  ages.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a show of strength, the  powers of the old age took matters into their own hands.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, their power grab brought  about God’s desired result.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span&gt;None of the rulers of this age understood it, for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory” (1Corinthians 2:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is why when Christ was struck, he  did not lash out.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When mocked, he  did not mock in return.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His submissiveness was not simply an act of biding his time until he could show everyone “who is boss” and torture his enemies for all eternity.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No. His meekness ultimately embraces even those who have been seduced by the mirage of power—because love, like a “weak force” and gravity breaks down barriers and draws all things to itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Paul observed, Christ “\u003cspan\&gt;was crucified in \nweakness, yet he lives by God&amp;#39;s power. Likewise, we are weak in him, yet by \nGod&amp;#39;s power we will live with him to serve you” (2Cor 13:4).\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;Loving service seems weak, but God in \nChrist forever exposes the power of weakness and the weakness of \npower.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;If \nyou find yourself offended by artwork you consider outrageous, look past the \noffense of the art and embody the offense of the cross. 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Likewise, we are weak in him, yet by God's power we will live with him to serve you” (2Cor 13:4).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Loving service seems weak, but God in  Christ forever exposes the power of weakness and the weakness of  power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you find yourself offended by artwork you consider outrageous, look past the offense of the art and embody the offense of the cross. Begin looking for ways to identify with the weakness of Christ exposed, the weakness of God.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you do, you will discover  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God’s promise: “My grace is sufficient  for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In place of feeling slighted that  someone might sculpt an icon of Jesus exposed, be thankful.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Allow the exposed Christ to disclose the  glory of God’s love in becoming weak on behalf of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By  Kevin A. Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;www.presence.tv/cms/index.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6740902987689790674?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6740902987689790674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6740902987689790674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6740902987689790674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6740902987689790674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/jesus-exposed.html' title='Jesus Exposed'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2907620937910271147</id><published>2007-03-29T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:25:09.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Faith vs. Belief</title><content type='html'>Belief provides answers to people's questions, so as to find assurance and provide a solution; so as to fashion for themselves a system of beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not to supply us with explanation, but to get us to listen to God's questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief talks and talks, it wallows in words, it takes the initiative to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith listens patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief brings people together, joined in the same institutional current, oriented toward the same object of belief, sharing the same ideas, following the same rituals, enrolled in the same organization, speaking the same language. It has the social benefit of consensus and identification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith individualizes. It has to do with a personal relationship with God in which God confers each with unique identity. Faith separates people and makes them unique, set apart for what God wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief is antithetical to doubt. It is the basis of fundamentalism; people unbending in their convictions, intolerant of any deviation. In their articulation of belief they press rigor and absolutism to their limits. Belief is rapidly transformed into passwords, rites, orthodoxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith recognizes doubt. Faith puts to the test every element of my life and society. It leads me to question all my certitudes, all my moralities, beliefs, and policies. It forbids me to attach ultimate significance to any expression of human activity.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacques Ellul&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Faith&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christasus.com/"&gt;www.ChristAsUs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're wondering about the I John study, fret not, it's coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I must move as I am moved!}&lt;br /&gt;~Johnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-2907620937910271147?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2907620937910271147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2907620937910271147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2907620937910271147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2907620937910271147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/faith-vs-belief.html' title='Faith vs. Belief'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-154543945170056736</id><published>2007-03-24T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:03:33.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON: The End</title><content type='html'>Well it will soon be that time again for me to announce that I will no longer be posting stuff here at Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to do this a couple times per year (at least), and my reasons, although they vary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slightly in detail&lt;/span&gt;, are basically very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more or less just the fact that I don't really know why I keep a blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's for real though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; just a few more things that I want to put out here, things that I think are important for everyone to know, basically because I know how important they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things can, more or less, all be extracted from I john, so about the time I get through to the end of this particular letter, all will be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea as to how many people or who it is that reads this blog (although I do gratefully acknowledge a handful), but I trust that if there are more things to be said in the "virtual church", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and certainly there are..., just not from me) &lt;/span&gt;that they can easily be found elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, exactly, I am putting this out here now as opposed to just saying goodbye at the end of the study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could very well be that I want someone to convince me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How terribly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my life is moving in a different direction now, and I must be true to what that is and where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you stick around till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-154543945170056736?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/154543945170056736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=154543945170056736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/154543945170056736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/154543945170056736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/coming-soon-end.html' title='COMING SOON: The End'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2113483904934876048</id><published>2007-03-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:17:16.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First John Part V:  Hate or Love? ~OR~ The Old and The New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Again, a new commandment I write to you, which thing is true in Him and in you, because the darkness is passing away, and the true light is already shining".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinates&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is on the verge, here, of writing something which was true in Christ and true in the church as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get to what this "thing" is shortly, but first John wants the church to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; it's true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; the darkness IS PASSING away and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; light IS ALREADY shining".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John wanted to point out the fact that a divine transition was underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A move of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A move of the Spirit which involved a process of doing away with darkness as it was being replaced with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; light,  a light which was already, presently, shining forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmm..What is "dark"?.Hmmmm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadows&lt;/span&gt; are dark...Hmmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than slipping into too much &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eschatological&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhetoric&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to try to keep this in the realm of things personal/spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I must remain true to what I believe to be the Lords revelation concerning this portion of scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's look at the next portion of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"He who says he is in the light, and hates his brother, is in darkness until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="vnum" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He who loves his brother abides in the light, and there is no cause for stumbling in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="vnum" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But he who hates his brother is in darkness and walks in darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I notice here is that we are given an illustration of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;two (kinds of) brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one claims to be in the light, although at the same time, he hates his brother.&lt;br /&gt;The second brother loves his brother, and therefore abides in the light and there is no cause for stumbling in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first brother lives and moves in darkness, and he has no sense of where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;He simply cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, allow me to borrow an illustration from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; letter to the church in Galatia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"For it is written that Abraham had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;two sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; the one by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;bondwoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; the other by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;free woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="vnum" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; he who was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; of the bondwoman was born according to the flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;he of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;free woman&lt;/span&gt; through promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which things are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;symbolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For these are the two covenants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the one from Mount Sinai which gives birth to bondage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which is Hagar-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="vnum" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;for this Hagar is Mount Sinai in Arabia, and corresponds to Jerusalem which now is, and is in bondage with her children--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but the Jerusalem above is free, which is the mother of us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For it is written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="P11"&gt;&lt;span class="t4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice, O barren,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You who do not bear!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Break forth and shout,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You who are not in labor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the desolate has many more children&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Than she who has a husband."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Gal&amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=11&amp;amp;y=12#" onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Gal&amp;chapter=4&amp;verse=28&amp;verion=nkjv');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we, brethren, as Isaac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;was,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; are children of promise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But, as he who was born according to the flesh then persecuted him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;who was born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; according to the Spirit, even so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevertheless what does the Scripture say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cast out the bondwoman and her son, for&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;the son of the bondwoman shall not be heir with the son of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;free woman&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o then, brethren, we are not children of the bondwoman but of the free".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johns&lt;/span&gt; writings to complement &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;what we just read from Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't stumble over my "holy scripture re-mix". I've seen alot worse things done with the text of the bible!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"For it is written that Abraham had two sons: the one by a bondwoman, born according to the flesh, He ... says he is in the light, (but he) hates his brother. (He) is in darkness and (he) walks in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; The other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;free woman&lt;/span&gt; through promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.  He...  loves his brother (and) abides in the light, and there is no cause for stumbling in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which things are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;symbolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; For these are the two covenants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the one from Mount Sinai which gives birth to bondage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which is Hagar-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="vnum" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;for this Hagar is Mount Sinai in Arabia, and corresponds to Jerusalem which now is, and is in bondage with her children--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but the Jerusalem above is free, which is the mother of us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Cast out the bondwoman and her son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;because the darkness is passing away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and the true light IS ALREADY shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;; &lt;i&gt;the son of the bondwoman shall not be heir with the son of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;free woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But, as he who was born according to the flesh then persecuted him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;who was born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; according to the Spirit, even so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;because the darkness IS PASSING away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and the true light IS ALREADY shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd like to also borrow a portion of text from the letter to the Hebrews that offers a very similar statement to those made by John and Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"...He says, &lt;i&gt;"A new&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;covenant," &lt;/i&gt;He has made the first obsolete. Now what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is becoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obsolete and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is ready&lt;/span&gt; to vanish away".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, I don't think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to get into the technical side of my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;eschatolological viewpoint,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but on the other hand&lt;/span&gt;, there is something here that needs to be extracted from all of this.... something, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me&lt;/span&gt;, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vital&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has&lt;/span&gt; passed away.&lt;br /&gt;It has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; place in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old testament law/covenant system is obsolete and has vanished away, to try and hold to it or to live by it will ALWAYS only result in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, to try to live by any form of "legal/spiritual" system is a vain attempt at replacing what the Lord Himself has already established for His people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord has given us LIFE to be LIVED, not RELIGIONS to be MAINTAINED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Receive&lt;/span&gt; and hold to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the Love of God&lt;/span&gt; as manifest in Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is the thing which was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"true in him..." &lt;/span&gt;and was also true in those to whom John was writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace His favor towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with His mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bask in His kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY YOUR LORD, FOR, THROUGH AND IN CHRIST, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HE NOW ENJOYS YOU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be a lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spend time with Love Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; passion for you and be free to return it back to Him  again, over and over, receiving and returning His great Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not hard to do as He is readily found in you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and your brothers and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is His love&lt;/span&gt;, with the All in All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This thing is true in Him and in you. You have no need for me to teach you that whoever loves his brother knows the Lord, and whoever hates his brother is in darkness and the love of God is not in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{my summary}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-2113483904934876048?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2113483904934876048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2113483904934876048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2113483904934876048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2113483904934876048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-john-part-v-hate-or-love-or-old.html' title='First John Part V:  Hate or Love? ~OR~ The Old and The New'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-8245554176029945109</id><published>2007-03-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:16:01.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Look at Gods Character</title><content type='html'>Now, borrowing some words from Paul, I'm going to present to you an illustration which might give an insight to the character of our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John wrote to the church that, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is love...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking the liberty of changing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; word "Love" and instead inserting the word "God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to emphasise my favorites.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="v-ref"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="v-body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God is patient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God is kind&lt;/span&gt; {and} is not jealous;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; God does not brag {and} is not arrogant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="v-ref"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt; &lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="v-body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;God does not act unbecomingly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; God does not seek His own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God is not provoked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God does not take into account a wrong {suffered,}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="v-ref"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;  &lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="v-body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;God does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="v-ref"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt; &lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="v-body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God bears all things,&lt;/span&gt; believes all things, hopes all things, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;endures all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="v-ref"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;  &lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="v-body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God never fails.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the God that you know?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;If so, how well do you know Him?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; something to consider as we peer into the character of God&lt;br /&gt;Maybe use these phrases during meditation or as a tool during prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-8245554176029945109?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8245554176029945109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=8245554176029945109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8245554176029945109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8245554176029945109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/brief-look-at-gods-character.html' title='A Brief Look at Gods Character'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1576569164176580360</id><published>2007-03-18T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:45:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First John  Part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Brethren, I write no new commandment to you, but an old commandment which you have had from the beginning. The old commandment is the word which you heard from the beginning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that It would be safe to say that John is &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; referring to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of our life in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we could go deeper than that, but this will suffice for now.&lt;br /&gt;John says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"This is nothing new, but it is what our Lord said to us before", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Love one another as I have loved you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the way of Gods love being circulated within humanity begins with us first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; the Love of God and then second; sharing this Love with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away the mind begins to drift off into "doctrine land" where we have all of the fundamental scriptural truths worked out in our heads, including the "love one another" doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear it preached from the pulpit and nod our heads in agreement, or we preach it from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and expect to change the world with our insightful revelation of just how simple it is to love one another as Christ loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this knowledge..., this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; that we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love one another..., &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is not the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way isn't knowing that we are supposed to love one another and then trying to exercise that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way is knowing, in the most intimate sense of the word, by faith&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; experience, that He first loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we possibly expect to ever be those who express the love of God to one another if we have never gotten hold of that love for ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just cannot be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord God give us all a deeper revelation of His unconditional Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the eyes of our hearts be opened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1576569164176580360?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1576569164176580360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1576569164176580360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1576569164176580360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1576569164176580360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-john-part-iv_18.html' title='First John  Part IV'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1085159426234071950</id><published>2007-03-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:38:00.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Words From a Precious Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This was originally part of a personal email from my wife to a friend of hers at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;She granted me permission to post it on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Although I did edit out alot of peronal stuff, the core of the email is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some people cringe at the name, but it is a glorious name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(...I don't what kind of relationship you have, if any with Him, or if you even believe in Jesus Christ at all, so I'm taking a chance telling you all this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...I grew up in the baptist church (building) and came to know the Lord at the age of 9. (I will skip around, not really trying to tell you my whole life story.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I've struggled with my relationship with the Lord for a long time, never feeling good enough for Him to love me, I guess because I didn't really love myself, or thought myself worthy of his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And a lot of that is because of what you are taught in the "building".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... we found out about this group of people that meet in their homes, no preacher, no building, just people with one thing in common, wanting to know the Lord in a more intimate way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... we lived in, Florida. We came and visited these people in Lithia Springs, Ga., and WOW! They showed me a side of the Lord I didn't know existed. Like, how much He truly loves me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We really cannot fathom the depths of his love, I still have a hard time with that one, but I KNOW it is true, We, his people, including you, were with Him before the foundations of the earth. He knew us before we even existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\nHe sees us as pure and holy, without blemish.  So you see, to know\nthe Lord in this way, I feel like a hipocrate. I  did a lot of\nparting in my  early to mid twenties and stopped to pursue\nthe  Lord. All the time when I would go to the clubs and do\nwhatever i did, I always felt the Lord telling me, Missy, what are you\ndoing, this is not you, I have changed you. You are not this person\nanymore, you don&amp;#39;t need this way of life, all you need is  me.\n(are you with me? Freaking out yet?) \u003cbr\&gt;\nWe moved here to be with the church, which i learned the church is the\npeople not the building. We make up the church. We meet as a group on\nsaturday nights and the ladies would meet one night during the week and\nthe men would meet another night. We have been here 3 years this\nsummer. Now, before i worked at Logans i was at home for 3 years with\nmy youngest child. When we first moved here my job became babysitting\nsome of the kids from our group. Then we decided we needed more income.\nSo here I am. Well, before I started working at Logans, we (my husband\nand myself) kinda stopped meeting. For me it just started feeling like\nbeing in the building, a routine of sorts, not spirit felt for me, so i\nhaven&amp;#39;t been meeting with the church persay, but i do still get\ntogether with the ladies some. I forgot to mention also that we live in\nthe same neighborhood, within walking distance of each other, some\nmaybe 10 to 15 min walk but anyway... Some people might think of us as\na cult, but we are not.(a cult for Jesus Christ maybe)\u003cbr\&gt;\n We don&amp;#39;t push anyone to do anything they don&amp;#39;t want to do. \u003cbr\&gt;\nAnyway....to the point now.. Im not sure how it happened, i guess i\nwanted to fit in with the crowd. Those old feelings were coming back,\njust a little and i went out several times since ive been at logans,\nbut that is really not me. Yeah I have fun at the time, but I feel like\ntwo different people almost, I guess i feel the Lord telling me again,\ni dont need that, even though it is fun. Now with my husband. When he\ngoes out with a friend or two it is nothing like it is when i go out.\nHe and his friends always talk about the Lord, His life is based on\nJesus. When i go out it is for me. Do I talk about the Lord to yall?\nNo. What does that mean? I don&amp;#39;t know, but i&amp;#39;m not liking who i have\nbecome. Jesus has always been there for me, and i feel like i am\ndissapointing Him. Amy, Jesus has kept me alive, pulled me out ditches\nand so many things. He has always had my back! I feel i have gotten so\nfar away that i don&amp;#39;t know how to get back. I have been crying all\nmorning, because i feel him tugging on my heart, but i don&amp;#39;t know what\nto do. If you get a chance you can go to our church\nwebsite..atlantasaints.com. My husband is Johnny ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; He sees us as pure and holy, without blemish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We moved here (Lithia Springs) to be with the church, which I learned the church is the people and not the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; make up the church. We meet as a group on saturday nights and the ladies would meet one night during the week and the men would meet another night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I love everyone and so does Jesus. He loves you deeply too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe she'll start a blog one day...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1085159426234071950?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1085159426234071950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1085159426234071950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1085159426234071950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1085159426234071950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-words-from-precious-sister.html' title='Beautiful Words From a Precious Sister'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-5106283093095040057</id><published>2007-03-13T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:26:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to write my next post on 1st John, I am told to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really easy to rush through the scriptues as if we were trying to understand it all... as if bible knowledge were the key to Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life is in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-5106283093095040057?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5106283093095040057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=5106283093095040057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5106283093095040057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5106283093095040057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-754727325279110493</id><published>2007-03-02T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:10:59.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods nature'/><title type='text'>First John Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"And He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Himself&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the means of appeasing)&lt;/span&gt; for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the means of appeasing"...,that's what the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;propitiation&lt;/span&gt; means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, in the story of the Publican and the Pharisee, when the Publican cries out, "God have mercy on me...", that word "mercy" means "to appease &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then a re-translation could look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"God, appease Yourself on my behalf..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not a core element of the gospel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the fact that since we cannot appease Him, that He, in essence, appeases&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Himself&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without one ounce of reservation, I declare to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only God can satisfy God&lt;/span&gt;, and that is, indeed, how He is satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does mankind play a part in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely! Mankind is the chosen vessel through whom God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expreses&lt;/span&gt; this reality, hence the manifestation of the Son of God, and in like manner, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sons&lt;/span&gt; of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mankind becomes more aware of the I AM, the self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt; God, and begins to see how, this God demonstrated His love as and through the person and "work" of Jesus Christ, we begin to understand that this God is none other than Love Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...for the whole world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;What a statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At risk of sounding heretical, I would like to elaborate a bit as to what this statement means to me.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm coming in about midway of the whole "redemption" story here, but anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God did something big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wanted mankind reconciled to Himself and He would accomplish this by breathing into it His eternal Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This God-nature has the quality of a Love that is so true and so deep, that it is unconditional and universal in nature, a Love that is for the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ did not come to  condemn the world, but rather to restore it through Love.&lt;br /&gt;(It is MAN who does the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;condemning&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Love is self giving and others centered and considers death a worthy experience for the sake of giving Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death could not hold Him, and neither can it hold those of His nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believers in this Love, those who accept  it, become vessels to be "filled" with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doubters of this Love, those who refuse to accept it, as long as they doubt, never get to know it in "fullness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John wanted the church to know it in fullness, as he knew, from experience, that this would result in their being full of Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I write these things so that your joy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;) would be full".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;God has more than enough Love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has more than enough mercy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has more than enough grace for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Please, do not be proud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it with thanksgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is impossible for us to know God for who He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;if we do not know Him by His love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is that"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the verse that scares the socks off of anyone who has ever been held captive by legalism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Now by this we know that we know Him, if we keep His commandments".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;I still shiver when I see these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my first thought always goes back to LAW KEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean to say is that when I see the word "COMMANDMENT", I automatically begin to think in terms of a "righteousness by works" mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, if we look back at the gospel of John we find Jesus using almost identical terminology as John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;John 13:33-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="rl"&gt;"Little children, I shall be with you a little while longer. You will seek Me; and as I said to the Jews, 'Where I am going, you cannot come,' so now I say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="rl"&gt;A new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;commandment&lt;/span&gt; I give to you, that you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;as I have loved you&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you also love one another&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMANDMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="width: 94px; height: 34px;" bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="words-main-center-nobottom" colspan="2" bgcolor="#e9f1fa"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs145.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs156.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs164.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs157.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs154.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs150.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs040.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;entole&lt;/span&gt; {en-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tol&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;'}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="lex1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an order&lt;/span&gt;, command, charge, precept, injunction&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="lex2"&gt; &lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt; that which is prescribed to one by reason of his office&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="lex1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; a commandment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="lex2"&gt; &lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt; a prescribed rule in accordance with which a thing is done&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="lex3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; a precept relating to lineage, of the Mosaic precept             concerning the priesthood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; ethically used of the commandments in the Mosaic law or             Jewish tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets look again at Johns letter to the church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He who says, "I know Him," and does not keep His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(commandment)&lt;/span&gt;, is a liar, and the truth is not in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But whoever keeps His word, truly the love of God is perfected in him. By this we know that we are in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He who says he abides in Him ought himself also to walk just as He walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this portion of scriptures says to me is basically this; "If we are not loving one another, it is simply because we don't know Him (very well)."&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever we know the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perfect &lt;/span&gt;Love of God, we will be found keeping His word, we will be found loving one another."&lt;br /&gt;"This is how we know that we are in Him and this is how we are to recognize one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If anyone lays claim to being in Him, they ought to also walk just as He walked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why so many of us don't talk very much about our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very difficult thing to publicly say the name "Jesus Christ" when we feel that we, ourselves, aren't living the life that we think we should be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I understand that conviction is a holy thing. I have no problem with that (well, you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But conviction simply affords us an opportunity to be honest with ourselves and with God which in turn results in a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, "God is not mocked", as Paul says. A man (or woman) does, indeed, reap what he (or she) sows. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good. That is a wonderful teaching tool. Even those "bitter harvests" are  integral parts of Gods &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sovereign&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Godness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can, however, become the perfect tool for the enemy to use against the children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly why John says, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Children&lt;/span&gt;, your sins are forgiven. This is just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; of Gods nature. God loves you and has removed all of the things that you think keep you away from Him. He is madly in love with you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"I know, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I feel so horrible about the way I am and the things I've done (or haven't done)!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"I am guilty because of these things. I am wrong because I am not living the christian life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me make a general statement here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my opinion, if anyone claims that they are living the "christian life", then they, in my eyes, have disqualified themselves already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In what have you to boast other than the mercy, grace and Love of God as given you through  Jesus Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truth of the statement above ceases to ruffle your feathers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead brings a smile to your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will have tasted the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; Christian Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=1Jo&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=8&amp;amp;y=10#" onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=1Jo&amp;chapter=2&amp;verse=7&amp;verion=nkjv');"&gt;&lt;/a&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/24315534-754727325279110493?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/754727325279110493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=754727325279110493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/754727325279110493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/754727325279110493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-john-part-iii.html' title='First John Part III'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-8181420463783254604</id><published>2007-03-01T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:33:46.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First John: PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Moving on into chapter two, I'm taking the liberty of re-translating certain words with other alternative legitimate definitions as offered in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STRONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; concordance. These  I will italicize and put inside  parenthesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now we left off with the understanding that the writers of this letter had something in mind for the recipient. They were writing so that the church would be full of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, without branching off into a totally different direction, I would like to point out a couple of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They were writing so that the church could be full of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They were not writing in order to save anyone from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They were not writing in order that the believers would become rich or prosperous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They were not writing to fill their pews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They were writing so that the church would be full of joy, and this would come about through the eternal life which was from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and it would be accessed by walking in the light of the truth that they were a people who recognized the fact that they were an imperfect people in need of cleansing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ironically the recognition of this fact was the very thing that would bring them into fellowship with God, cleansing them from all sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lets get hold of that shall we?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is not our trying harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is not our doing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is only by the cleansing power of God as manifest in the Person and Work of His Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A brother I know put it to me like this," The only thing that I contribute to my salvation is the sin that makes it necessary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I totally get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So now, at this point, lets find out how they regarded this people to whom they were writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="CNum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My little children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right off the bat they address some in the church as being "little children".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="CH3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I believe, is the first category of people that John and company wanted to reach. The little ones or even the infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at the epistles in the New Testament as letters written to groups of people rather than as a book written to "me" then things begin to become more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When viewed this way we can understand that in a large group of believers (or even in a small group) there is going to be an element of diversity when it comes to spiritual development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Personally, I don't think that this, necessarily, has anything to do with time. I think it has more to do with faith. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; just my two cents.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was one letter addressing three general categories of believers, and the first category is of "little children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...these things I write to you, so that you may not sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, I want to go bit by bit here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In our last study we understood that they were writing so that our joy would be "made full".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This fact, when taken to heart, is seen as quite a wonderful thing. Now John elaborates a bit more as to why he is writing this letter. So that we would not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(err)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;John is saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Listen, I really care about you and I want you to have a life of joy, not just having joy, but having abundant joy....that it would be full!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"....So I'm going to tell you some things, some things that will keep you on track..., that will keep you in that abundant joy and I'm sharing these things with you so that you don't go astray".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sounds like a Father to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (But)&lt;/span&gt; if anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wanders from the path)&lt;/span&gt;, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So it is here that we can see that he is giving the "little children" just what they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here is Peter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to the same thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..as newborn babes, desire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the pure milk of the word&lt;/span&gt;, that you may grow thereby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;if indeed you have tasted that the Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; gracious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the sincere milk of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But)&lt;/span&gt; if anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wanders from the path)&lt;/span&gt;, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He Himself is the propitiation for our sins&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is here that we find our divine foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since, through the fall, we have become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; from God, He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; made a way through His Son (actually HIMSELF) to reconcile us back to Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In other words, since we are messed up, we have Jesus who appeases the Father on our behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is our starting point, and not only that, but this is such a  foundational truth that it is not only where we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, but it is also something that is truly the very core of who we really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In other words, as believers, we are who we are because of this very truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the same way that the nutrition from  mothers milk, which is in reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; of the mother, actually becomes a part of her newborn babe, so does the milk of the Word, (an actual part of the Word, which is Christ Himself) become a part of who we really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"... he that is joined unto the Lord is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spirit"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So then, regardless of where we are in our spiritual walk, we can always appreciate this truth as not only being that which brought us into right standing with the Lord, but as also being that which KEEPS us in right standing with the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Consider this portion of scripture from the letter written to the Hebrews:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"...Jesus has become a surety of a better covenant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Also there were many priests, because they were prevented by death from continuing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But He, because He continues forever, has an unchangeable priesthood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore He is also able to save to the uttermost those who come to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For such a High Priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; was fitting for us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;who is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners, and has become higher than the heavens; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;does not need daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, as those high priests, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to offer up sacrifices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, first for His own sins and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for this He did once for all when He offered up Himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And later on in the same letter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we have been sanctified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="CH3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And every priest stands ministering daily and offering repeatedly the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins. &lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this Man, after He had offered one sacrifice for sins forever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat down at the right hand of God&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from that time waiting till His enemies are made His footstool. &lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For by one offering He has perfected forever those who are being sanctified".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-88310977276886884</id><published>2007-02-27T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:45:11.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>First John: PART I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="CI"&gt;&lt;span class="CI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There seems to be a reoccurring theme going on with me lately...more or less a common question that keeps manifesting itself in one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The question is basically this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do we need to ask for forgiveness in order to receive it?**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At first glance, just the way the question is presented would indicate that the reception of forgiveness is needed. But do we need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if so, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm going to use 1st john as my basis for cracking this thing open to see if we can get to the heart of the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm taking out the verse numbers for the sake of smoother reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hat which was from the beginning, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have heard, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have seen with our eyes, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have looked upon, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hands have handled, concerning the Word of life-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the life was manifested, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have seen, and bear witness, and declare to you that eternal life which was with the Father and was manifested to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have seen and heard declare to you, that you also may have fellowship with with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;; and truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fellowship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And these things we write to you that your joy may be full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First off, I'd like to point out an interesting aspect to the scriptures, at least in the new testament letters, that catches my eye more and more every time I read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The word "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or "our" or "us"...you get the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the first time that I've noticed it with John, but I have noticed it with Paul as well. Many times (maybe every time) they wrote a letter to a church they would say "WE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was a "WE" writing to a "Y'ALL".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was never really a "ME" writing to a "YOU".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had already, with the help of others (imagine that), come to realize that the letters were written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a plurality of people, or more accurately groups of people, but I am becoming more aware that even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; each individual letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; was written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a plurality of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me be more clear. More than one persons heart was involved in what one writers hand put to papyrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think that says it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Yes I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;....Yes...I get that...clearly...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;John (and company) had a burden on his heart. There was something that they wanted for the church to whom they were writing.It had to do with their spiritual condition. He wanted them to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;full of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This was the work that he wanted accomplished with this letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;these things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; write to you that your joy may be full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now those are some dear brothers and sisters!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"We want you to be full of Joy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sad to say that is something that I'm just not too familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The concept of having a person or a group of people who desire that my (OUR) JOY would be FULL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've heard many things over the years....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You need to read your bible", "you need to go to church", "you need to witness", and on and on and on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But rarely do I hear "We want you to be filled with joy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Oh but that's the goal of doing all those other things...that's the motivation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know what? I think some people truly do believe that. But I do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll give you a clue as to why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jesus never said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Paul never said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Neither did anyone else in the new testament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The closest thing you'll find to that in the new testament are the Pharisees and Sadducees, and our Lord had many unsettling things to say to them about that very thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lets move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JOY!!!***************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So whats the first thing that John (from here out, I'm going to say "they"...and yes, that includes the Holy Spirit...in a BIG way) wanted to mention is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="CI" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hat which was from the beginning,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have heard, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have seen with our eyes, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have looked upon, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hands have handled, concerning the Word of life-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the life was manifested, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have seen, and bear witness, and declare to you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that eternal life which was with the Father&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was manifested to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have seen and heard declare to you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that you also may have fellowship with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fellowship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the Father&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and with His Son Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So there you you have it. These are the things that they wanted to tell the church about in order that their joy would be made full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="CI" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hat which was from the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,that eternal life which was with the Father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was manifested to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that you also may have fellowship with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and truly...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the Father&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and with His Son Jesus Christ"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There you have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is what they wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is what, when shared with the church, would cause them to be full of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was their intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And quite frankly, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Life which was with the Father from the beginning.*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lets continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CH3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"This is the message which we have heard from Him and declare to you, that God is light and in Him is no darkness at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Somewhere along the line, the Lord made it clear to them that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is Light&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let that sink in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is Light&lt;/span&gt; and in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; there is no darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Personally, I think that this is something that has just got to be established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no darkness&lt;/span&gt; in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is not a cruel taskmaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is not a twisted sado- masochist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is not a spiritual terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is not a boogieman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is light&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in HIM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there is no darkness at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry....take your "Woe is me because God blah, blah, blah...." bologna to someone who doesn't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you free to doubt this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! Just as you are free to stab yourself in the hand with a butter knife...if that's what you really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this is all related to your experiencing Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are ever to experience true joy in your life then this is one thing that must be laid hold of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is LIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes. Darkness exists, but not in God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If we say that we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So here we are presented a dichotomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fellowship with God vs. Walking in Darkness.*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What they are saying here is that you can't have both of these at the same time. To try and do so would simply make one a liar. One who does not practice the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Please forgive me. I am sure that at this point all of this may be sounding extraordinarily elementary. The reason I am going through all of this is because I want to keep a clear context for the "confession" verse (1:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, if I am reading this correct, and I believe that I am, you could also derive from this portion of scripture the fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you can walk in the light with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. As a matter of fact, I would say that this could be called "the normal christian life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wonderful fellowship with the Father and the Son and all the saints OUTSIDE of darkness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's good stuff, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ehmen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="vnum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But how&lt;/span&gt; is this done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking in the Light*********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Walking in the light, as referred to above, is obviously very closely linked to being cleansed from all sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now again, for most of us, I believe, this is rudimentary stuff; things we learned long ago, soon after our initial "conversion experience".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But let me ask you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Which sins did you confess when you "got saved"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perhaps there was some specific issue, a very personal sin (aren't they all?), that you were going through when you first called out to the Lord, the "Sin that Broke the Camel Back" so to speak. But what about all the other issues before then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or, as someone reminded me the other night, how many sins had you committed prior to the crucifixion of Christ? And yet in his last breath, the Lord Jesus declared that it was "finished", thousands of years before you were even born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But lets get back on subject here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What does it mean to "walk in the light?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whatever it is, it is a place where He is, and in that place, we have fellowship with one another and in that place the blood of Jesus Christ cleanses US from ALL SIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And what are we doing there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WALKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We are having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FELLOWSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In that place, what condition are we in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CLEAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now they elaborate a bit more on this "walking in the light".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay. There it is. 1:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The "confession" verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lets take it bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Notice that it doesn't say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"If we say that we have no sin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;we deceive God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;, ...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nope, Doesn't say that at all does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is aware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in the DARK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What God wants, is for us also, to not be in the DARK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the darkness, you cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Light, you see perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is very difficult to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; very far in the dark before you trip over something that cannot be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Light, not only can you clearly see the path on which you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, but you are also aware of any obstacles which may be in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, it's clear then, that if we profess to have no errors in our being or behavior that we are merely deceiving ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would take it a step further and say that we are even, at least trying to, deceive one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is where we become liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deal with it. (talking to myself here....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dishonesty=LIAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now then. Is there anything particularly profound about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In a sense, yes, because it is truth, and truth by its very nature is profound in itself. However, ironically enough, this is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This should not be a mind shattering revelation to anyone unless, of course, one is walking in darkness and are not willing to admit that they are "imperfect".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now let me take a minute to address a particular mind-set, one that comes about after having suffered abuse from legalistic power mongers, one that, after being beaten down so badly by the agents of the enemy,has by neccesity, become so fixed on eternal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, that they fail to see a practical outworking of their inward life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although apprehension of eternal truth&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; the beginning of the path of progress, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fixation on those facts alone&lt;/span&gt;, when divorced from real earthly life, can sometimes cause one to live in an escapist mentality where, rather than applying those truths to real life, they become the building blocks of a fantasy world in which, as long as one occupies that realm, the true calling of abundant living is left wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But the writer here says that if we say we have no faults...then the truth is not in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I can see how an argument could be made to say that John is reffering to those who are starting out in the faith, how in the "infant stages" a recognition of imperfection is neccesary and that as we mature, we become associated only with the eternal truth of our true identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Honestly, I think it's something like that...but there is still always a corresponding process which connects the blessed eternal truth of the Glory of our Lord to our earthly, human existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here is John (and co.),... many years in the faith, a personal disciple of Jesus Christ in the fleash, a brother worthy of working with local churches, and he says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;have no sin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nd Paul speaks about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "boasting in...weakness".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mysterious, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now for something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; mysterious...***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we say that we have no sin&lt;/span&gt;, we decieve ourselves, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the truth is not in us&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another way to say this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"If we acknowledge our faults, then the truth is in us, and we are not decieved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The admittance of sin is equal to the possesion of indwelling Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's just something about that statement that draws me to a deeper place of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This statement is remincent of the things that our Lord declared during his "sermon on the mount":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="pa"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Blessed &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; the poor in spirit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="P2" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For theirs is the kingdom of heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blessed &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="P2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For they shall be filled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And probably the most clear illustation of this truth is given by Jesus and recorded by Luke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Also He spoke this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and despised others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Luk&amp;chapter=18&amp;verse=11&amp;verion=nkjv');" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Luk&amp;chapter=18&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=12&amp;amp;y=8#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, 'God, I thank You that I am not like other men--extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this tax collector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I possess.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the tax collector, standing afar off, would not so much as raise &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me a sinner!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Luk&amp;chapter=18&amp;verse=14&amp;verion=nkjv');" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Luk&amp;chapter=18&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=12&amp;amp;y=8#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other; for everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I cannot clarify this message any more than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is really no need to elaborate on what is being said here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now the biggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFESSION**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word that I am most interested in here is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confess&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What does this word mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in the greek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="480"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="concff" bg=""&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="concff" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs157.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs155.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs157.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs154.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs157.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs147.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs145.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs167.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs040.gif" align="middle" /&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;homologeo&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; to say the same thing as another, i.e. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to agree with&lt;/span&gt;, assent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; to concede&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt; not to refuse, to promise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not to deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; to confess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; declare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; to confess, i.e. to admit or declare one's self guilty of what one is accused of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; to profess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to declare openly, speak out freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If we look at the illustration given by Jesus, the publican is heard saying "God, be merciful to&lt;/span&gt; me, a sinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Notice what we do not see here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We do not see, "God, forgive me because today I coveted my neighbors lawnmower!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or "God, let me read you my list of offenses that I have commited today..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't get me wrong. Just because these ways aren't referred to in the above passages of scripture doesn't mean that they are "wrong". All that I am saying is that this is not the way our Lord put forth in the parable given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And that word "sins"in 1st John 1:9, according to my strongs concordance, could just as easily be translated "sin" as a state or principle as it is translated "sins" as indivual acts of transgression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Actually I think I "get" the first definition given there; "to be without share in". "Singleness" or even better "Seperateness". More on that some other time....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heres the Greek translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sins~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs141.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs155.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs141.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs162.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs164.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs151.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs141.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 14px; height: 28px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.blueletterbible.org/bg/gs040.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hamartia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1)a)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to be without a share in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b)&lt;/b&gt; to miss the mark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;c)&lt;/b&gt; to err, be mistaken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to miss or wander from the path of uprightness and honour, to do or go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e)&lt;/b&gt; to wander from the law of God, violate God's law, sin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="lex1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; that which is done wrong, sin, an offence, a violation of the divine law in thought or in act&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; collectively, the complex or aggregate of sins committed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;either by a single person or by many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we see that it could (and does) mean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A particular act (lying, killing, stealing etc, etc...) or..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (to miss or wander from the path of uprightness and honour, to do or go wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For Paul it was basically "I'm a wretched man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the publican it was, "...me a sinner!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Certainly there are specific things that need specific attention, but I don't think that Jesus or John had a "legal" approach when it came to confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Personally, my confession is usually along the lines of "arrrghhhuuuhhhghhh....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or maybe "what a mess I am!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some times even "I'm a piece of $#*&amp;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Either way it should be accompanied with a genuine sense of humilty. I think thats the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"...for everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They go on to reiterate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If we say that we have not sinned, we make Him a liar, and His word is not in us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me try to sum all of this up in paraphrase and then I'll (finally) let you go until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"This is the message of His Word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;All have sin. This includes you. This is the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you agree with Me, then you are in the Light and the Truth is in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you agree with me on this, then Eternal life is yours. We can walk, together, in the Light and you are clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Now your Joy may be full!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you disagree with Me, then you are already in darkness and we cannot have fellowship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You will not let me cleanse you because you think you are not dirty and that is your problem. Agree with me on this. Please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Personally, I think this pretty much sums up this portion of scripture. Of course there are deeper truths to be discovered here, but I think this is the general message of the text given above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well,this has been beneficial for me as, like I said earlier, this topic has come up several times in several different ways lately, and now I am reminded of the joy that the Lord can give when we humble ourselves before our God and become living vessels of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope that you also enjoyed reading this, and maybe you will also experience (or continue to experience) what it means to have your "joy be made full".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/24315534-88310977276886884?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/88310977276886884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=88310977276886884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/88310977276886884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/88310977276886884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-john-part-i.html' title='First John: PART I'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-9160707978454816636</id><published>2007-02-26T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:00:41.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a Good Read.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If the link below is non-clickable, just copy and paste it into your address bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://articles.christiansunite.com/article5710.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-9160707978454816636?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9160707978454816636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=9160707978454816636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/9160707978454816636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/9160707978454816636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/heres-good-read.html' title='Here&apos;s a Good Read.....'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2674399653896692203</id><published>2007-02-23T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:30:54.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Words</title><content type='html'>It's too bad that words, when used too often, can really lose their "punch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a very basic statement that has been around for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God loves you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is it just not as moving as it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind reels as I ponder all the reasons why this could be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because so many people who have declared those word are the very same people who would just as well burden you with guilt and shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because although we've heard those words a thousand times, somehow we just fail to see that love demonstrated in a practical manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because we have commited some error or practiced some way of living that creates, in our mind, a barrier between God and us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there could be many reasons why we grow insensitive to this type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married?&lt;br /&gt;How does "I love you" affect you these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about "Thank you", or "You're welcome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you come home to your family, your spouse or your children.&lt;br /&gt;Are you glad to see them or has everything and everyone become little more than different parts of a monotonus routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what is being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you mean and mean what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very moment is the only one you have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take no thought for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Loves You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice this way, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you will find&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-2674399653896692203?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2674399653896692203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2674399653896692203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2674399653896692203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2674399653896692203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-than-words.html' title='More Than Words'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-4921365120968220566</id><published>2007-02-20T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:11:38.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*EDITED* Can You Believe that I Almost Actually Posted this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTIANS MAKE ME SICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm glad that I didn't really post that! That statement would have probably been really misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am talking about are the self-righteous, self-centered,judgemental,manipulative,religious,groups and individuals who, by their character and behavior, give our Lord a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am not that way because I am on a much deeper level than they are.&lt;br /&gt;If they would only spend two hours a day sitting with the Lord in meditation, like myself, and if they only had a better grasp on the scriptures, like me, then maybe I could tolerate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that I didn't post that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. I decided that I should probably go ahead and point out the "tongue-in-cheek" meaning behind this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While it is absolutely true that, yes, people who demonstrate the above stated attitudes and behaviors make me want to at least grab them by their...well lets just say that they really irritate me,I still must recognize that my attitude in feeling this way about others, this vengeful, intolerate feeling that comes over me puts me in the same category as them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not to mention, for me to assume that I am in any positon to judge those of this mentality, or in other words, for me to assume that I am already in some other category, reveals much about my own disposition and heart attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I do anything other than love them, I have already judged myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank You Lord, for your Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-4921365120968220566?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4921365120968220566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=4921365120968220566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/4921365120968220566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/4921365120968220566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-you-believe-that-i-almost-actually.html' title='*EDITED* Can You Believe that I Almost Actually Posted this...'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-8797379261692471333</id><published>2007-02-17T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T14:54:36.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRADITION</title><content type='html'>From the latter days of the Apostles till now, the history of Christianity is a history of prisons. This history is not of literal or material prisons, though there have been not a few of these. It is a history of prisons, which are the result of man's long established habit of bringing the Spirit into bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times has the Spirit broken loose and moved in a new and free way only to have that way brought under man's control and crystallized into another form, creed, organization, denomination, sect, order, community, or the like! The invariable result has been that the Spirit's free movement and life has been cramped or even killed by the prison of the framework into which He has been drawn or forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we seek to express something divine in word or form, we at once limit it. When that expression or form becomes the established and recognized formula, we have, in effect, put fetters on the Spirit. God gives a vision, and every God-given vision has unlimited potential and possibilities. But all too soon the vision is laid hold of by men who never received it by the Spirit. Then the grapes of Eschol turn to raisins in their hands. So very many of the living fruits of the heavenly country have suffered in this way and become dried, shrunken, and unctionless shadows of their early glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successors, sponsors, or adherents build an earthly organization on a living movement of the Spirit, born with fire in the heart of some prophet. They imprison the vision in a tradition. A message becomes a creed; a heavenly vision becomes an earthly institution; a movement of the Spirit becomes a work, which must be kept going by the steam of human energy and maintained by man's resourcefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any real (or seeming) departure or diversion from the recognized and traditional order of creed or practice will sooner or later become heresy, to be violently suspected, repressed, and cast out. What was, at its beginning, a spiritual energy-producing living organism, expressing something that God really wanted and to which He gave birth has too often become something which the next generation has to sustain and struggle hard at to keep going. The thing has developed a self-interest, and it will go hard with anyone or anything interfering or seeming to interfere with it. The Spirit has become the prisoner of the institution or system, and as a result the people become limited spiritually. &lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along the way the Spirit must be referred to and deferred to. In anything in which the Spirit may have His liberties limited, the Spirit will be a rebel. And if He is in us, He will make us to rebel against unspiritual restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along the way the Spirit must be referred to and deferred to. In anything in which the Spirit may have His liberties limited, the Spirit will be a rebel. And if He is in us, He will make us to rebel against unspiritual restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~T.AUSTIN SPARKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-8797379261692471333?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8797379261692471333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=8797379261692471333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8797379261692471333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8797379261692471333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/tradition.html' title='TRADITION'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-3919753392527323853</id><published>2007-02-14T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:23:12.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here or There?</title><content type='html'>There's a place that I am growing more and more familiar with that, when I think or speak about things from that place, I can say certain things that are absolutely true about that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another place, though, that if you are there and you are listening to someone from the other place, you just cannot see what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideas are too wonderful and the words are just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have any secrets as to how you get from one place to the other. I could say that a certain "knowledge" would get you there, but only if you are ready for that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here. I'm not the all wise "answer man".&lt;br /&gt;Like yourself, I only know what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the best thing to do, would be to truly desire to move on to a new place, a place where things must be better, fuller, more...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really speaking about the personal level here, truly desiring to experience wholeness, honestly desiring freedom and desperately seeking reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is faithful to give you these desires if you really want them. In fact He already has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my kung fu teacher telling me one time, "You are sitting on a gold mine. All you have to do is dig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about a works equals rightousness kind of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about an honest desire for experienced union with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of all of this is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the desire you have&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the thing you desire&lt;/span&gt; are both One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Spirit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-3919753392527323853?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3919753392527323853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=3919753392527323853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3919753392527323853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3919753392527323853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-or-there.html' title='Here or There?'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-8901770380637629569</id><published>2007-02-13T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:07:27.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free form pushing hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/S-eM1-3ew28' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/S-eM1-3ew28'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-8901770380637629569?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8901770380637629569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=8901770380637629569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8901770380637629569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/8901770380637629569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-form-pushing-hands.html' title='free form pushing hands'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2530390137171726126</id><published>2007-02-13T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:07:37.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push Hands</title><content type='html'>Visited a Tai Chi push hands group on sunday. It's been about a year or so since I've trained with anyone and a couple of years prior to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(No the guys above aren't who I was training with, just wanted to give you an idea of what I was talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bitter- sweet thing to rub elbows with those who present tough challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push hands was a drill that I never spent much time with. Not until several years after training in the hard stuff. Even then, after only  a couple of lessons with a really great teacher, I more or less conceptualized my own method of push hands, and was therefore limited in any deep understanding or experience with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat drill though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you unfamiliar with martial arts lingo, "push hands" is more or less a sensitivity drill where you learn the finer subtlties of movement and body mechanics, while at the same time it acts as a bridge between the techniques you learn in your forms or "katas" and your ability to apply them in sparring or actual self defence situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who will say that those kinds of drills are a waste of time, and there are those who will say that it is vital to realistic martial training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I fall somewhere in-between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to go back again this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I'm pretty sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-2530390137171726126?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2530390137171726126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2530390137171726126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2530390137171726126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2530390137171726126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/push-hands.html' title='Push Hands'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6914802649754595699</id><published>2007-02-08T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:14:26.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING YOU MUST UNDERSTAND!</title><content type='html'>blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6914802649754595699?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6914802649754595699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6914802649754595699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6914802649754595699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6914802649754595699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-you-must-understand.html' title='SOMETHING YOU MUST UNDERSTAND!'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-5224551643787178749</id><published>2007-02-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T16:11:20.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weak and The Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="CNum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" nothing=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I want to say that I'm not picking on vegetarians here. And neither was Paul. In this portion of scripture, Paul was trying to make a very important point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's important to keep in mind that this letter to the church in Rome was written to a group of people. I would even say that there is a fair chance that when it was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;, it was probably read to the whole, or at least to a good portion of, the church there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that group there were obviously a variety of different opinions or convictions, if you will, about many different kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; diet&lt;/span&gt; was one of those issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="" nothing=""&gt;"R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eceive&lt;/span&gt; one who is weak in the faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not to disputes over doubtful things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For one believes he may eat all things, but he who is weak eats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; vegetables".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Paul didn't have a problem &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discerning&lt;/span&gt; this issue as a matter of faith, and as a matter of fact, neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to the whole church, to the weak and the strong, to the vegetarians and the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carnivores&lt;/span&gt;, Paul exhorts the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;  to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us can relate to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have some issue where we just know that we know that we are free to do the thing we do and we all but condemn another because they are just too "religious" or just too rigid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; exhortation is this, "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Receive&lt;/span&gt; them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that we don't get caught up in disputes over the things that are in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all too clear. Some believe and some don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, how hard a lesson this is for anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this was read before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Let not him who eats despise him who does not eat, and let not him who does not eat judge him who eats; for God has received him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who are you to judge &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; servant? To his own master he stands or falls. Indeed, he will be made to stand, for God is able to make him stand".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Okay Mr. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FancyFaith&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; FREE, but don't think you've got it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare despise that brother or sister for their weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul makes it abundantly clear that if God &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;receives&lt;/span&gt; someone, we sure as heck ought to do the same, REGARDLESS of their strength (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or weakness&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, that great faith that you are sporting around, that didn't come from you, it came from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And you, oh Ye of Little faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Misery loves company, no?. Just because you don't walk in the same freedom your brother or sister does, that doesn't mean that you have the right to take theirs away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best not to worry too much about how we think others should conduct their lives, rather it's best to know that it is only by the Lord Himself that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of us can stand before Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Rom&amp;chapter=14&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=8&amp;amp;y=12#" onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Rom&amp;chapter=14&amp;verse=5&amp;verion=nkjv');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"One person esteems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; day above another; another esteems every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alike.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Let each be fully convinced in his own mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He who observes the day, observes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; to the Lord; and he who does not observe the day, to the Lord he does not observe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here we have another issue. Although, I'm not completely sure of what the exact context of this passage is, I think we could draw a fair comparison to "holidays"...or "holy-days", if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how about even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, for me, this would have been &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night. For some people it's &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. For others it's &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; or birthdays, or whatever. Whatever they are, they are days that are "set apart" from others. To me, it's easy to express that all of these different days really don't mean anything and the beauty of it is, is that I am free to believe that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I am free to be FULLY persuaded in my own mind about that!&lt;br /&gt;And so are you, concerning what you believe about it. FULLY PERSUADED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that Paul does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; tell us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FULLY PERSUADE&lt;/span&gt; our brothers and sisters of our own personal convictions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this all work? Because those who observe the days, do it as to the Lord, and those who do not observe the days DO NOT OBSERVE them to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"He who eats, eats to the Lord, for he gives God thanks; and he who does not eat, to the Lord he does not eat, and gives God thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For if we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. Therefore, whether we live or die, we are the Lord's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow! So much is being said here, but if I were given the chance to sum it all up here (which, thanks to Blogger, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; given that chance ;) I would say it like this. "Don't worry about it. WE ARE THE LORDS!  No matter what, WE ARE THE LORDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this becomes our preoccupation, the fact that we are His and He is ours and that this is true regardless of what we eat, drink, think, observe, do, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not do&lt;/span&gt;, etc, etc... , when this becomes a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;living reality&lt;/span&gt; and the very core of our lives, then we have much better things to do than to sit around condemning and despising one another because of our not seeing eye to eye on these issues!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"For to this end Christ died and rose and lived again, that He might be Lord of both the dead and the living".&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why do you judge your brother? Or why do you show contempt for your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Rom&amp;chapter=14&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=8&amp;amp;y=12#" onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Rom&amp;chapter=14&amp;verse=11&amp;verion=nkjv');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For it is written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="P11"&gt;&lt;span class="tc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I live, says the L&lt;span class="SC"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span class="tc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every knee shall bow to Me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="P1"&gt;&lt;span class="tc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;And every tongue shall (give praise to) God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(I took the liberty of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;re translating&lt;/span&gt; the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confess&lt;/span&gt;" to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give praise to&lt;/span&gt;" as that is an acceptable, and I believe much more accurate translation, found in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;STRONGS&lt;/span&gt; concordance&lt;/span&gt;, than "confess". I also removed the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;" between the words "confess" and "God" as it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;in the original &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; text)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paul drives his last comment home with this simple statement concerning the universal nature of the supreme Lord of ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Lord of...&lt;br /&gt;the strong , the tempted and the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faithful, the carnal and the fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost, the found, the good the bad and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You name it. He is Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you show contempt? Why do you judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"So then each of us shall give account of himself to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore let us not judge one another anymore, but rather resolve this, not to put a stumbling block or a cause to fall in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; brother's way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think the last thing that I want to do is to stand before God, knowing that He knows that I had taken it upon myself to take over His position as judge. I don't want to do that anymore, instead, rather than becoming a judge, I'd rather keep my freedom to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want anyone tripping on my freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="CH3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="TPlus"&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Rom&amp;chapter=14&amp;amp;translation=nkjvp&amp;x=8&amp;amp;y=12#" onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blb.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Rom&amp;chapter=14&amp;verse=14&amp;verion=nkjv');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know and am convinced by the Lord Jesus that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; nothing unclean of itself; but to him who considers anything to be unclean, to him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; unclean".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I could never describe how true this statement rings in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yet if your brother is grieved because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; food, you are no longer walking in love. Do not destroy with your food the one for whom Christ died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently grieving ones brother is a pretty big deal. I know that it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paul likens it to DESTRUCTION. And he does it in a way that puts everything back into perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How could one's freedom bring him to a place of walking outside of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it destroys (the conscience of) his brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's because even our freedom  becomes self centered when we become inconsiderate of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Therefore do not let your good be spoken of as evil; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for the kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For he who serves Christ in these things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; acceptable to God and approved by men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore let us pursue the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which make&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; for peace and the things by which one may edify another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Basically, don't consider your personal freedom to be higher than the value of your relationships with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With freedom comes great &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "All things indeed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; pure, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; evil for the man who eats with offense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; good neither to eat meat nor drink wine nor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; by which your brother stumbles or is offended or is made weak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh the irony of it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Everything is pure and acceptable so long as it doesn't bother you or anyone else".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would dare argue with Paul about this if it weren't for my own "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And yet here is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pauls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rebuttal&lt;/span&gt; to my two-cents....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do you have faith?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; to yourself before God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he who does not condemn himself in what he approves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But he who doubts is condemned if he eats, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; from faith; for whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not from faith is sin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Smokes&lt;/span&gt; (no offense)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Holy Spirit hits &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; point imaginable concerning this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (by the way, in case you haven't figured it out yet, that's what these "epistles" were dealing with...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt;. Real people, real places, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;real things going on amongst them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending most of his time and energy humbling the "strong" ones in the faith, he turns around with a bit of a subtle challenge to the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have to read between the lines a bit to see it, but that's where it is!&lt;br /&gt;"Where?", you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;There were certainly a good number of people sitting around the place wherever this letter was read.&lt;br /&gt;A myriad of various convictions.&lt;br /&gt;Some folks were mad with other folks because they had been judged negatively in regards to their freedom in certain things they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other folks were troubled because they had just been called a bunch of religious prudes by some  hedonistic &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;scallywags&lt;/span&gt; who seemed to be way out of line from the status &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul levels the field by reminding us all, that we all belong to the Lord and that we should neither despise one another for our convictions, nor should we judge one another for our freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt;, judging by the content of these passages, that he is "harder" on the "strong" and "easier" on the weak, very much akin to the way a father might treat his own children (another topic for another time perhaps...), but the truth is that he gives no more than what can be handled and what he gives is, in reality, just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So where is the challenge to the weak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after poking at the strong for flaunting their liberty and considering their own &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;njoyment&lt;/span&gt; of things to be more important than the welfare of their siblings consciences he turns and says to them all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do you have faith? Have it to yourself before God. Happy is he who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;does not condemn himself in what he approves". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="vnum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What? You mean it's possible to enjoy (those things) in righteousness? You mean faith equals happiness? You mean that it is possible to (do those things) without feeling condemned?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he who doubts is condemned if he eats, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; from faith; for whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not from faith is sin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You mean that doubt equals condemnation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I say ,"Yep. Hasn't that been the message all along?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24315534-5224551643787178749?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5224551643787178749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=5224551643787178749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5224551643787178749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5224551643787178749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/weak-and-strong.html' title='The Weak and The Strong'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-5175830555488424290</id><published>2007-02-01T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:24:20.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF?</title><content type='html'>Well I've temporarily put off the reading of Furious Pursuit: Why God Will Never Let You Go, by Tim King and Frank Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timkingbooks.com/home.html"&gt;www.timkingbooks.com/home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presence.tv/cms/index.php"&gt;www.presence.tv/cms/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I'm in search of a few brothers and sisters to go through it with me. Reason being is that there is a workbook which goes along with it which is designed for group discussion and interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like what I've read so far though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God didn't want to scare us into relationship with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if He didn't want to buy our love with His many blessings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God wanted a relationship where we were willing to pursue Him, even honestly  desiring to get to know Him better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that sounds, and the more I get to know the Lord, the more it rings true in my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "what ifs", I have a few more for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a stretch at all for most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to agree that the bible, the holy scriptures, were given and recorded to bring mankind to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those with the most legalistic mindsets, if they are to call themselves a "believer" (at least in the way I understand things....ugh...wait. That's a whole other conversation there....), that they do so on the merit of Jesus Christ and not themselves. Is this not the gospel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then if we can agree that the scriptures are to do what Jesus Himself says they are supposed to do...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 5:39,40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You search the Scriptures, for in them you think you have eternal life; and these are they which testify of Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vnum" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But you are not willing to come to Me that you may have life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;...then we can say, at least in the way Jesus saw things, the scriptures were ultimately to point towards eternal life through Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a far cry from so much of what is taught in the "churches" today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my point here?&lt;br /&gt;Where are the "what ifs" that I was getting at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, can we say that what Jesus was talking about has been fulfilled? Can we say that the scriptures (He was at least referring to the old testament) testified of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair to say that all the incredible prophecies, and the types and the shadows were merely pictures of a much greater reality to come and that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt; true reality has come, indeed, in the person of Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has not the old testament done it's "job" of proclaiming and testifying of the Lord Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not these types and shadows been replaced by One who is New and better regardless if I have failed to see it, or if you have failed to see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has not the old gone out and the New come in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; believing this only makes it true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me , which therefore ,should also make it true to those around me&lt;/span&gt;. Now if I believe this, how could I possibly credit that belief to myself? I did not initiate these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My disbelief in this would not negate the truth of it, but only the entering into that truth for myself and the hindrance it creates to, what could be, my enjoyment of taking part in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;But as I have already stated, I am not the instigator of this divine reality, but it is Him!! He will still pursue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So again, what if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the bible is a book of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fulfilled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; prophecy?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't we, in some way, already covered this ground here?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't we already established the fact that "believers" know that Christ is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the bible was never meant to be used as a tool for any other means than to testify of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if once that is finished, then the bible is finished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're treading on thin ice here, brother..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But am I really&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add to the fires of my own destruction here with another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Jesus Christ came and finished His work, with everything that entails, and has set everything in order for the realization of the Kingdom of God and therefore no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; men to speak prophecies nor perform miracles, for these things were done only for a time which WAS to come and NOW IS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will put My laws in their mind and write them on their hearts; and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I will be their God, and they shall be My people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vnum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;None of them shall teach his neighbor, and none his brother, saying, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SC" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all shall know Me&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Believe it or not, I'm not talking about the Lord being irrelevant or out of the picture.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm talking about Him BEING the ALL in ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rl" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-5175830555488424290?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5175830555488424290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=5175830555488424290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5175830555488424290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5175830555488424290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF?'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-5346775883556451852</id><published>2007-01-29T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:23:00.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continual Abiding</title><content type='html'>I should have an internet connection at home soon. This means that I won't have to rush my blogging time during free moments at work and quick trips to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started reading a book entitled "Furious Pursuit" by Tim King and Frank Martin, and plan to blog about my perspectives and experiences of their presentation of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, make yourself at home and have a little Grubb....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.NormanGrubb.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continual Abiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Norman P. Grubb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a simplicity of the life. But it does mean sin-sensitiveness; that’s a tremendous verse isn’t it? “If my eye is single it is full of light; if it’s anything else but a single sight of Jesus, it is evil.” Let me call it what it is. A verse that lines up in my mind with that and is much the same is in Romans 14:23, the last phrase of the last verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says it in another connection but we can pick it out I think quite fairly and make it a general statement: “For whatsoever is not of faith is sin.” Well faith is seeing Jesus, of course. We have the faith of Jesus for we see Jesus. Of course we do. Faith is believing Jesus, seeing Him in our hearts, and knowing Him. That’s believing Jesus. So faith is seeing Jesus. “Whatsoever is not of faith is sin” is the same idea. The moment I am not seeing Jesus in a situation, the moment I am not seeing Christ in my neighbour (as Brother Thompson told us in an earlier meeting), the moment I am not seeing Christ in a crisis, or Christ in a difficulty, I am sinning because it’s not of faith. I’m not seeing Jesus; I’m seeing something else. That’s evil. Not to see Jesus is evil. That’s big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to see Jesus in every one of my neighbours. I’ve got to see Jesus potentially even in the lost, those for whom, though there was only one on earth, He would have died. I’ve got to see Jesus in every circumstance, not a single circumstance but that it’s Jesus coming to me. That, I take it, is what Paul meant when he made that terrific statement around which I circle in my mind again and again and wonder at: “To me, to live is Christ.” That doesn’t leave much else, does it? “To me, to live is Christ.” That’s a single eye. Every circumstance, every person is just Christ to him. That’s this life. Anything less than that is sin, because it veils Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karuizawa Japan Conference of 1954Topic: “Daily Walk in the Spirit” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.NormanGrub.com"&gt;www.NormanGrub.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-5346775883556451852?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5346775883556451852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=5346775883556451852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5346775883556451852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/5346775883556451852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/continual-abiding.html' title='Continual Abiding'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-663063582627912538</id><published>2007-01-26T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:04:00.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope for tomorrow, only delivers from today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in the moment, keeps the gremlins all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking forward in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for that ever coming pie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever dare say "try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or they'll punch you in the eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;em&gt;then...&lt;/em&gt; we'll live right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got my eye on the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't touch that golden cow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is walking just a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;will we ever tire of milk?&lt;br /&gt;His burdens all still weigh the same&lt;br /&gt;not iron, brother, &lt;em&gt;silk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the irony, what I believe!&lt;br /&gt;so hard, some things to say!&lt;br /&gt;yet a wonderful and pricless thing&lt;br /&gt;to walk on in the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-663063582627912538?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/663063582627912538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=663063582627912538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/663063582627912538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/663063582627912538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-for-tomorrow-only-delivers-from.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-3202645285085070528</id><published>2007-01-10T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T06:21:30.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNING</title><content type='html'>II Corinthians 3:14- 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But their minds were hardened; for to this day, when they read the old covenant, that same veil remains unlifted, because only through Christ is it taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to this day whenever Moses is read a veil lies over their minds;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but when a man turns to the Lord the veil is removed.&lt;br /&gt;Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! there is so much being said in this portion of scripture, is there not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I want to say right now is that there is only one thing that removes the veil between us and the glory, the very presence of God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...when (one) turns to the Lord, the veil is REMOVED".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-3202645285085070528?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3202645285085070528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=3202645285085070528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3202645285085070528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/3202645285085070528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/turning.html' title='TURNING'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6032626193875169584</id><published>2007-01-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:07:26.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALIZE</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day in a week that I got out of bed before 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on holiday break...kind of a vacation really from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time too. I was beginning to get,... no let's face it. I was already in a pretty deep funk there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough though, even my "funks" seem to be less intense than they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because, little by little, I'm waking up to more and more reality.&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by I learn to try a little less at becoming who I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself trying, I become increasingly aware of the awkwarness of it. It's kind of like a built in check system. It's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funks", for me, often involve a period of "unrest". I think, more often than not, they are based on the pursuit of things not true. Illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the illusion is carefully articulated in the mind, built up by the ideas and imaginations of myself and others, and set upon the altar, it can become quite a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful in fact, it tempts me to worship, to love and adore it. Often, it recieves the attention it desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's also a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over my Lord whispers the same things to me...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's not it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you doing that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Am enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please stop that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you insist, but I'm not hanging around while you do it"&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to not kick agianst the "spurs" and it's freeing me up tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful thing about it is that it is totally "Spirit". I don't know how else to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringe at the idea of needing to follow a religious pattern in order to be able to fellowship with my Lord. No matter how simple it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when I "realize"....then this is LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wake up and realize that I am not a seperated individual from God or my fellowman, but instead that I am One with the One who is the All in All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To exist in this truth, regardless of how mysterious it is, is to find true Life. It is the ONLY true Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not practice any formula or ritual to "walk in the light", rather I acknowledge that I am in the Light because that is where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God died for us and God lives for us and we find ourselves existing within this One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise we live for God and we die for God...or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in God and we die in God, either way, we are GODs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another respect...&lt;br /&gt;We die for one another and we live for one another and we are One body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To draw lines of seperation between those who are Gods is to again raise the wall of petition between the jews and the greeks, the male and the female. This is to try and undo the work of The Son Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may find things of common interest with only a few, and that is fine. To me, that's just a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;The true gift is seeing beyond the flesh, beyond the things that we just don't agree on, to the source of our true core commonality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the same "Father"!!! We share the same Life!!! We share the same LOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may not settle well with you. God knows it rarely does with me, but the eyes of my HEART are opening more and more all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to try and distinguish between the wheat and the tares is a task that we were not only never given, but commanded to avoid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;I've said too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to take the time to erase it. Let it be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6032626193875169584?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6032626193875169584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6032626193875169584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6032626193875169584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6032626193875169584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-time-off.html' title='REALIZE'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-490092920162777824</id><published>2006-12-28T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T06:54:00.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Christianity started out in Palestine as a fellowship; it moved to Greece and became a philosophy; it moved to Italy and became an institution; it moved to Europe and became a culture; it came to America and became an enterprise. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sam Pascoe, American scholar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-490092920162777824?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/490092920162777824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=490092920162777824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/490092920162777824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/490092920162777824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/christianity-started-out-in-palestine.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-1480849294303409897</id><published>2006-12-22T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:59:22.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I AM</title><content type='html'>On my way to work I began thinking about the human body...how the cells make up the different parts, or truly how they make up the body in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to wonder if it was my cells that "think" and live and work in order to create me or if it is me, myself, who, by eating, drinking, breathing, moving, and resting that gives "birth" to my cells (and molecule, atoms, etc...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my belief that "I" have existed before the formation of my physical body, that "I" have always been a part of, and inside of the very creator and the essence of Life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At God's appointed time, "I" was introduced to the physical world at conception in my mothers womb. This took place, physically, at the microcsopic level, even the sub-atomic level, where the physical, the chemical, the atomic, etc...was introduced to the essential, the spiritual, even the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My" body was made for "Me". I AM first...but I AM meant for my Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, and the many different aspects of my body do not have a life of their own, they simply contain Me and in that sense I am the Life of My body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is My residence and My vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it I do all that I do...but most importantly it is how and where I express that I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nature is Light.&lt;br /&gt;My nature is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no need to strive to be Me, for I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears do not try to be ears, nor do they question the validity of my eyes. They just Are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nature will not allow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nature exists in a realm beyond those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Looked death in the face, plunged through him and came out on the other side, carrying you with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afriad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-1480849294303409897?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1480849294303409897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=1480849294303409897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1480849294303409897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/1480849294303409897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-i-am.html' title='Here I AM'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-4266831187612756462</id><published>2006-12-13T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T06:00:16.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Jack Handy Were a Christian Mystic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you'd get something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So which came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which one is Christ and which one is the church?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe Christ is the Chicken which contains the egg which contains the chicken which contains the egg....... on and on for infinity.&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/24315534-4266831187612756462?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4266831187612756462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=4266831187612756462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/4266831187612756462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/4266831187612756462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-if-jack-handy-were-christian.html' title='What If Jack Handy Were a Christian Mystic?'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-7659395318181791990</id><published>2006-12-12T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:58:38.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonhoeffers Letter to Eberhard Bethge (1944)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below are some excerpts from a letter written by D. Bonhoeffer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You would be surprised, and perhaps even worried, by my theological thoughts and the conclusions that they lead to; and this is where I miss you most of all, because I don't know anyone else with whom I could so well discuss them to have my thinking clarified. What is bothering me incessantly is the question what Christianity really is, or indeed who Christ really is, for us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The time when people could be told everything by means of words, whether theological or pious, is over, and so is the time of inwardness and conscience ― and that means the time of religion in general. We are moving towards a completely religionless time; people as they are now simply cannot be religious any more. Even those who honestly describe themselves as "religious" do not in the least act up to it, and so they presumably mean something quite different by "religious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our whole nineteen-hundred-year-old Christian preaching and theology rest on the "religious a priori" of mankind. "Christianity" has always been a form ― perhaps the true form ― of "religion." But if one day it becomes clear that this a priori does not exist at all, but was historically conditioned and transient form of human self-expression, and if therefore man becomes radically religionless ― and I think that that is already more or less the case ... what does that mean for "Christianity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It means that the foundation is taken away from the whole of what has up to now been our "Christianity," and that there remain only a few "last survivors of the age of chivalry," or a few intellectually dishonest people, on whom we can descend as "religious." Are they to be the chosen few? Is it on this dubious group of people that we are to pounce in fervor, pique, or indignation, in order to sell them our goods? Are we to fall upon a few unfortunate people in their hour of need and exercise a sort of religious compulsion on them? If we don't want to do all that, if our final judgment must be that the western form of Christianity, too, was only a preliminary stage to a complete absence of religion, what kind of situation emerges for us, for the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How can Christ become the Lord of the religionless as well? Are there religionless Christians? If religion is only a garment of Christianity ― and even this garment has looked very different at different times ― then what is a religionless Christianity? ....For the religionless working man (or any other man) nothing decisive is gained here. The questions to be answered would surely be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do a church, a community, a sermon, a liturgy, a Christian life mean in a religionless world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do we speak of God ― without religion, i.e. without the temporally conditioned presuppositions of metaphysics, inwardness, and so on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do we speak (or perhaps we cannot now even "speak" as we used to) in a "secular" way about "God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In what way are we "religionless-secular" Christians, in what way are we the εκ-κλησια, those who are called forth, not regarding ourselves from a religious point of view as specially favored, but rather as belonging wholly to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In that case Christ is no longer an object of religion, but something quite different, really the Lord of the world. But what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the place of worship and prayer in a religionless situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the secret discipline, or alternatively the difference .....between the penultimate and ultimate, take on a new importance here?....&lt;br /&gt;The Pauline question whether περιτομη [circumcision] is a condition of justification seems to me in present-day terms to be whether religion is a condition of salvation. Freedom from περιτομη is also freedom from religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I often ask myself why a "Christian instinct" often draws me more to the religionless people than to the religious, by which I don't in the least mean with any evangelizing intention, but, I might almost say, "in brotherhood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I'm often reluctant to mention God by name to religious people ― because that name somehow seems to me here not to ring true, and I feel myself to be slightly dishonest (it's particularly bad when others start to talk in religious jargon; I then dry up almost completely and feel awkward and uncomfortable) ― to people with no religion I can on occasion mention him by name quite calmly and as a matter of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious people speak of God when human knowledge (perhaps simply because they are too lazy to think) has come to an end, or when human resources fail ― in fact it is always the deus ex machina that they bring on to the scene, either for the apparent solution of insoluble problems, or as strength in human failure ― always, that is to say, exploiting human weakness or human boundaries. Of necessity, that can go on only till people can by their own strength push these boundaries somewhat further out, so that God becomes superfluous as a deus ex machina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've come to be doubtful of talking about any human boundaries (is even death, which people now hardly fear, and is sin, which they now hardly understand, still a genuine boundary today?). It always seems to me that we are trying anxiously in this way to reserve some space for God; I should like to speak of God not on the boundaries but at the center, not in weaknesses but in strength; and therefore not in death and guilt but in man's life and goodness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the very best. Your Dietrich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-7659395318181791990?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7659395318181791990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=7659395318181791990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/7659395318181791990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/7659395318181791990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/bonhoeffers-letter-to-eberhard-bethge.html' title='Bonhoeffers Letter to Eberhard Bethge (1944)'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-7796285953534660413</id><published>2006-12-11T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:09:40.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need for Joy</title><content type='html'>Since ancient times, acidia - sorrowfulness of the heart, "resignation" - has been one of the deadly sins. "Serve the Lord with gladness" (Ps. 100:2) summons us to the Scriptures. This is what our life has been given to us for, what it has been preserved for up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Joy belongs, not only to those who have been called home, but also to the living, and no one shall take it from us. We are one with them in this joy, but never in sorrow....Joy dwells with God; it descends from God and seizes spirit, soul, and body, and where this joy has grasped us it grows greater, carries us away, opens closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a joy which knows nothing of sorrow, need, and anxiety of the heart; it has no duration, and it can only drug one for the moment. The joy of God has been through the poverty of the crib and the distress of the cross; therefore it is insuperable, irrefutable. It does not deny the distress where it is, but finds God in the midst of it, indeed precisely there; it does not contest the most grievous sin, but finds forgiveness in just this way; it looks death in the face, yet finds life in death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are concerned with this joy which has overcome. It alone is worth believing; it alone helps and heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- Dietrich Bonhoeffer -&lt;/span&gt; Letters and Papers from Prison 197-198&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from A Year with Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Carla Barnhill, Ed., HarperSan Francisco, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-7796285953534660413?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7796285953534660413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=7796285953534660413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/7796285953534660413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/7796285953534660413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/need-for-joy.html' title='The Need for Joy'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-6393658715862849176</id><published>2006-12-06T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T06:16:42.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now A Word From Brother Neil....</title><content type='html'>This is just something that I came across today (for the first time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff, Neil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christinyall.com/articles/lessons.html"&gt;http://www.christinyall.com/articles/lessons.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-6393658715862849176?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6393658715862849176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=6393658715862849176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6393658715862849176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/6393658715862849176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-word-from-brother-neil.html' title='Now A Word From Brother Neil....'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-980812212540440831</id><published>2006-11-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:47:15.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't be sure that I will never post here (or anywhere) again, I can't help but to acknowledge the fact that I'm not sure why I keep posting my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resigned "permanently" from the blogosphere before only to come back after a short break...more of a vacation, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time things are a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, there are some things that are more relevent to me now (and hopefully for the rest of my life), things like just being who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I say I will let my good-bye be just that, a good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all continuously find ourselves within the unfolding Mystery of  life in our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-980812212540440831?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/980812212540440831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=980812212540440831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/980812212540440831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/980812212540440831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-2049885413257555133</id><published>2006-11-16T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:29:36.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are these Hard Words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not be deceived,..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have Paul warning Gods dear children, the elect, that deception is at least a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not Life, brother"&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong Tree, brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is &lt;em&gt;deception&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;itself&lt;/em&gt; that is of the "wrong tree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that, while in an earnest attempt to apprehend the things which are eternal, that we sometimes miss those eternal things which are involved in the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, doesn't eternity exist here in "the now"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul seemed to think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"God is not mocked;for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sowing and reaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sowing &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; and reaping &lt;em&gt;of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem as if Paul acknowledges the potentials of our existence in the present time. He clearly makes a distinction between a "sowing" to the flesh, and a "sowing" to the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Even more interesting is that the latter involves a "reaping' of eternal or "everlasting" value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Again another exhortaion. This time, Paul is saying, "I know that this can seem hard for you, but don't grow tired. When the time is right, you will benefit from this..., you will gain Spiritual food from this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all [men], especially unto them who are of the household of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wow! Yet another encouragement. "Plant your seeds as often as you can...&lt;em&gt;DO GOOD&lt;/em&gt; to ALL..ESPECIALLY to those in your own Family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whats at stake again here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I believe you brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-2049885413257555133?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2049885413257555133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=2049885413257555133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2049885413257555133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/2049885413257555133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-these-hard-words.html' title='Are these Hard Words?'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-4624762229119789134</id><published>2006-11-14T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:12:49.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practical Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.  Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all, especially to those who are of the household of faith."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of excerpts from one of Pauls church letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive that it's important to note that Paul didn't write these very practical exhortations until he went through some very fundamental and spiritual truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in hs letter, he goes to great length to declare the facts about the difference between legalisitc rule keeping and life in the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explains how a life which is lived on the basis of doing what is "according" to the law results only in a life that is cursed, but how that a life lived in the liberty of the holy Spirit is one of absolute freedom and is marked by the characterisitcs of that Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he does something interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't assume that the believers in Galatia will spontaneously live this new life in it's fullness. If he did, why would he bother to urge them, "As we have opportunity, let us do good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul understood that even Spirit filled believer still needed to hear simple, practical exhortation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they have Christ in them? Certainly! However, Paul felt that there was still reason to give them some very basic, universal advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-4624762229119789134?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4624762229119789134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=4624762229119789134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/4624762229119789134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/4624762229119789134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/practical-perspective.html' title='Practical Perspective'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116317728465877903</id><published>2006-11-10T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Profound Statement From T. Austin Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The True Church Now With Christ In Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I saying that? Because it is of very great practical application and value. For the Church is a heavenly body, seated with Him (Eph. 2:6). We therefore need have no moment’s worry about the true Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Come down to the earth and see how men worry about their ‘church’, and their churches, and their ‘things’. They have got to look after the ‘thing’: they have got to take care of it, they have got to keep it. They are the custodians of this thing, and they watch jealously and fiercely over it. What a lot of worry they have, and what a lot of trouble—just because it is something on the earth that has got to be looked after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What a grand thing it is, then, to be in the realm of the heavenly Church, where there is no need to worry about trying to preserve something and keep it going and see that it does not pass out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is nothing of that at all about a work that is a heavenly work, that is united with Christ in Heaven. There is all the difference when you are on heavenly ground. You need not worry or fret to try and keep the thing going, lest it should break down, and you would be left without your ‘pet’, without the thing for which you spent all your time and your resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A heavenly thing is in the custodianship of One Who—thank God—is above all these things, and at rest."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116317728465877903?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116317728465877903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116317728465877903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116317728465877903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116317728465877903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/yet-another-profound-statement-from-t.html' title='Yet Another Profound Statement From T. Austin Sparks'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116292693095582918</id><published>2006-11-07T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:35.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Husbands, Love your wives..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116292693095582918?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116292693095582918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116292693095582918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116292693095582918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116292693095582918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/husbands-love-your-wives.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116222317976419959</id><published>2006-10-30T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:35.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fortunate enough to have a few saints keep our kids for us as we went to visit some brothers and sisters in Raliegh, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin's mom had offered us some "stand by" passes a while back when we were considering taking a flight to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that never panned out, I asked Jasmin if the offer for passes was still available, and they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You  Jasmin and Mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great hanging out with Mike, Jasmin, and all the saints that we got to see, and meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially enjoyed my time with all the brothers..., Mike, Phillip, Micha, Drew, John, Kurt, Daniel, Malcom, Jared, Golden, and ...well.. knowing me I have unwittingly forgotten someone...&lt;br /&gt;If so, I assure you that your presence was honored as well.&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a birthday party for Michael that was...well it was a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sisters there happens to work at a funeral home, so she came up with this brilliant, although certainly twisted idea of throwing a funeral themed birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may comment more in detail about that later....but my time is short for now.&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116222317976419959?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116222317976419959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116222317976419959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116222317976419959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116222317976419959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/such-nice-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116187764039115703</id><published>2006-10-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:34.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments Please</title><content type='html'>"...when people saw God they began to see Jesus Christ, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He became the Cohesive Power drawing together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and if they were really on that ground, what did they meet? They met Jesus Christ.They met Jesus Christ—that is the Church, and there is no other Church in the New Testament".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He became the Cohesive Power drawing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Could our generation be just too busy for this, or is this a "test" which proves who we really are or are not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Could we be that enslaved to the demands of our "selves" and our culture, or have we been given all power and authority over the powers of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would appreciate any comments or responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116187764039115703?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116187764039115703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116187764039115703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116187764039115703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116187764039115703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/comments-please.html' title='Comments Please'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116178142870493155</id><published>2006-10-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:34.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before it happens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality —used especially in the psychology of C. G. Jung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I know that this may sound totally off base to some of you but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is happening with me again. Last time was between winter of '98 and winter of '99...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Has to do with solar systems outside of ours, logic maps, and mans free will being somewhere centered in Gods soverignty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have no idea what any of this means..., so I cannot explain any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe that I'm nuts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lord only knows for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116178142870493155?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116178142870493155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116178142870493155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116178142870493155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116178142870493155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/synchronicity.html' title='Synchronicity'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116112059658034447</id><published>2006-10-17T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:34.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Church Is A Person Expressed In Mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must reiterate that the Church is not a thing; it is not an institution; it is not a denomination, nor is it all denominations put together. It is not anything like that. The Church is a Person &lt;em&gt;expressed in mankind&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;expressed in human life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostles never went anywhere with the preconceived idea: “We will have a church here; we will set up a church here; we will form a church here.” No, they went and preached Jesus Christ; and when people saw God they began to see Jesus Christ, &lt;em&gt;He became the Cohesive Power drawing together&lt;/em&gt;, and if they were really on that ground, what did they meet? They met Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met Jesus Christ—that is the Church, and there is no other Church in the New Testament".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(From the writings of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T. Austin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116112059658034447?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116112059658034447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116112059658034447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116112059658034447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116112059658034447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116110354037922295</id><published>2006-10-17T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:34.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;That's my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116110354037922295?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116110354037922295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116110354037922295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116110354037922295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116110354037922295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/acts-ways-condition-life-god-life.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-116075430967287126</id><published>2006-10-13T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:34.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-116075430967287126?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116075430967287126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=116075430967287126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116075430967287126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/116075430967287126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/wwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115998832884882913</id><published>2006-10-04T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am free</title><content type='html'>I've abandoned "My Story", at least for the time being for something of a more relevant nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I have to say is that the Lord is moving inside of me...renovating...remodeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say this because of anything that I've done...It's got more to do with my "condition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, my head was wrapped up in "acts", instances, deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was preoccupied with "ways", principals, and concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in a different place...one that involves my "condition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because...I know that, with words, I cannot accurately express whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;My head...,my mind if you will, is at rest, although not dormant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there must come a time in any "believers" life when there mind ceases trying to dominate the heart and, instead, the heart begins to utilize the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that, spiritually speaking, I don't have to figure anything out.&lt;br /&gt;I just believe. I just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not laying a claim to "attainment". Rather non-attainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to "seek Gods will", (Thank God!), because I am a part of His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly shedding the desire to be "somebody", because I am realizing that I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even sort of silly that I'm posting this right now...I'm not trying to convince you, because I have nothing to convince you of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth will always speak for Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no bible verses to post, no "wisdom" to impart, and nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115998832884882913?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115998832884882913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115998832884882913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115998832884882913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115998832884882913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-free.html' title='I am free'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115946313388268559</id><published>2006-09-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:33.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided to just post this link &lt;a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/nee/normal.toc.html"&gt;http://www.ccel.org/ccel/nee/normal.toc.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than go on with my comments on what the normal christian life should be. It's been awhile since I've read the book, but I know that brother Nee gets probably as close as you can get in "explaining" what true "christianity" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this though. The normal christian life is Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can slice it and dice it. Add to it. Take it away. Believe it or doubt it. Complicate it or whatever, but the normal christian life...or rather the only christian life is Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really good lately. The weather has been beautiful, much cooler lately.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized just how close knit my emotions are to the seasons. I suppose it only makes sense seeing as how our bodies were formed from the dust of the earth, the mother of all things "natural".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that I have been in a really "good" place lately. Very secure. I feel very open and "true" somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been writing alot of music and recording some stuff. I like some of it, some I'm not really sure of.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand why so many bands shelve finished material for years, waiting for a loyal following before releasing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Otherwise, they would flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, I do it primarily for fun...and to give away to my family and friends, so I'm not too concerned about flopping (although I would like for people to enjoy whatever I give them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until this week I've been extra busy, working alot, taking care of the kids while Missy is at work, and like I said writing and recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a MySpace account now, so maybe I'll get Jeremy to help me put some of my tunes online (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115946313388268559?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115946313388268559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115946313388268559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115946313388268559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115946313388268559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-ive-decided-to-just-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115817540665982900</id><published>2006-09-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:33.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"...do you not know that as many of us as were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into His death? Therefore we were buried with Him through baptism into death,..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to us? What is Paul talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he speaking of some mystical experience that happens when a minister dunks us in the water, or sprinkles us during a religious ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this baptism into the death of Christ Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an eternal reality to those who have believed the good news of Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more that I think back on my conversion experiences (yes experiences), I have to say that each one was bit different. It was as if my conversion has been occuring for quite some time, dating back,...well.., I believe from before I was in my mothers womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This salvation which we have in Christ sometimes seems to be more of a presently occuring event than one that took place on a certain day and at a certain time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been saved, are being saved and will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there aren't very clear and specific "milestones" that occur along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I am seeing that this is all as much about the journey as it is the destination. Perhaps they are even one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I remember an experience I had of realising the complete an utter emptiness of the life of the world. I had come to realise the vanity of life without meaning and without hope...an awareness of being somehow seperated from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend at the time told me that I needed Jesus. So, she guided me to a neighborhood church.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you what was said in that church,...what the preacher was talking about,...but I remember my girlfriend coaxing me down the aisle near the end of the service. I recited some kind of "prayer", got up off of my knees, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anything happened or not. I really don't know. However, I was reacting to something inside of me. He was moving me...pursuing me, but I didn't know how to respond. At that point, I was unfamiliar with the good news. I'm not sure if I had even ever heard it yet. If I had,I just didn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Like being "baptised" into Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Paul was saying,"Don't you get it"? Or in his own words, "Do you not know"...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do you not know that as many of us as were (submerged) into Christ Jesus, were (submerged) into His death"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Submerged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Inside Of"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;One definition of this word is "to overwhelm".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Have &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;been overwhelmed by Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There is so much in this little passage, but I want to get to the point that I want to make for now. Please allow me to jump over to another passage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ, just as He chose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;us in Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He made us accepted &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;the Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the beloved!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Since none of this is original to my thinking, let me just share what brother Watchman Nee has to say about this from "The Normal Christian Life"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"How did you receive forgiveness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You realized that the Lord Jesus died as your Substitute and bore your sins upon Himself, and that His Blood was shed to cleanse away your defilement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you saw your sins all taken away on the Cross what did you do? Did you say, 'Lord Jesus, please come and die for my sins'? No, you did not pray at all; you only thanked the Lord You did not beseech Him to come and die for you, for you realized that He had already done it.But what is true of your forgiveness is also true of your deliverance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The work is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is no need to pray but only to praise. God has put us all in Christ, so that when Christ was crucified we were crucified also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thus there is no need to pray: 'I am a very wicked person; Lord, please crucify me'. That is all wrong. You did not pray about your sins; why pray now about yourself? Your sins were dealt with by His Blood, and you were dealt with by His Cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is an accomplished fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All that is left for you to do is to praise the Lord that when Christ died you died also; you died in Him. Praise Him for it and live in the light of it. "Then believed they his words: they sang his praise"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(more to come...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115817540665982900?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115817540665982900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115817540665982900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115817540665982900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115817540665982900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-dont-know.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know?'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115714259990517183</id><published>2006-09-01T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:33.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>********INTERMISSION*********</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Got some new work boots today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Man, they are great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm a little sad today, as a dear brother and sister of mine have moved away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;They went to live among these folks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://raleighdurhamsaints.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://raleighdurhamsaints.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mike and/or Jasmin, if you're reading this, I (we) love and miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Brothers and Sisters.....I'm not sure how to say what I want to say......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I don't want to use the wrong words.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ask for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Seek Him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Knock down His door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So much is "hanging in the balance"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Love to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115714259990517183?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115714259990517183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115714259990517183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115714259990517183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115714259990517183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/09/intermission.html' title='********INTERMISSION*********'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115712956426286281</id><published>2006-09-01T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:32.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching on Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Lord has no problem revealing Himself to His people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;More and more I see picture after picture, type after type of the Lord in everyday life. Especially in retrospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as with my kung fu teacher, I saw that part of Him which presents the law. The divine standard was put forth not only as the schoolmaster till my encounter with Christ, but also as the "instrument" which reveals faults and weakness, convicting all who are under it to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I could not clearly see the full picture, as even now I do not see it &lt;em&gt;fully&lt;/em&gt;. I did not really know that the Lord was revealing something (or should I say SomeOne) to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I could only see the intimidating master with his unreachable standards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see His hands all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually remember a time of falling to my knees, crying, after an encounter with his severity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it broke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it put a big dent in me. Those who know me well will testify that I'm quite a way off from being a truly broken person. Regrdless, I have no doubt that the Lord put this man in my life to do a work in me which He saw fit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what's up with this morbid death thing anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is an all important element to the normal christian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the "deeper christian life", or the "certain kind" of christian life but something so basic and fundamental it caused Paul to ask the believers in Rome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you not know..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;".... that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death?&lt;br /&gt;We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that Gods people are supposed to know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115712956426286281?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115712956426286281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115712956426286281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115712956426286281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115712956426286281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/09/touching-on-death.html' title='Touching on Death'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115661951064514318</id><published>2006-08-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:32.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Tutor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;{ Please forgive me if I do not keep strictly to a linear timeline. I don't do any kind of outline or anything before I post and I usually post without looking over what I've written. I will try to make it known, however, if I realise that I am jumping around from one place to another.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My master was a very intense man. Even when he was relaxed, he radiated some kind of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remember most about him was his philosophy on suffering. He would word it differently from time to time...sometimes stressing the importance of practicing outside of your "comfort zone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, he would emphasise learning new habits, even if your old ones weren't bad. To him, to always operate and react in the same manner is a very limited way to, not only defend oneself, but to live ones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did teach rudiments though. Elementary principles and practices which were key for further and more advanced development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember them vivdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse stance, stretching, variety of push ups, various kicks, forms, sparring, combat techniques,&lt;br /&gt;literally thousands of technique combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the benefit of horse stance training? What is the point in standing with your feet straight, slightly wider than shoulder width, knees bent to where your thighs are parallel to the ground, back straight (no leaning forward!) and fists chambered at the hips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would answer saying that it's to build strength in your legs.&lt;br /&gt;This is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, However, that the highest truth to this practice, is that it forces you to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn how to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you do it while your master is blasting you for not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts forth the Law of the Horse Stance, and then constantly reminds you ( in a sometimes abrasive way) that you're not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; ever become satisfied with your "horse training" the master will certainly discover and point out other weakness that you have. While you are with the master, your faults are always before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember one thing that he would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; say to his students (especially his more advanced ones...), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You should be killed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strange as this all sounds, my kung fu master played a very important role in my life, one that I am still learning from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; should be killed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;am not worth keeping alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115661951064514318?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115661951064514318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115661951064514318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115661951064514318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115661951064514318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/meet-my-tutor.html' title='Meet My Tutor....'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115574565886463295</id><published>2006-08-16T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:32.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On occasion Ray would come by the house to visit...and I think to preach a bit as well. I remember a few times my mom sighing when she would see him pull up into the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It wasn't the gospel that she resented. I think it was more all of the other stuff that customarily gets dumped on top of the gospel that she dreaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You Gotta..."'s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;At any rate, this was &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; man whom the Lord placed into my life who would point me in a direction closer to the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The years passed on and my thirst for truth continued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My brother had become a student of a local kung fu school along with some of his friends and I would often see them practicing in the back yard and hear about the crazy things the teacher had them doing in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A couple of years later I went in to visit the academy and was highly impressed with what I saw going on (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toaskungfu.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;www.toaskungfu.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There were young men and women moving with such speed, flexability, and ferocity (is that a word?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that I had never seen before....not even in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The senior students there radiaited a sense of discipline and integrity which was tempered with humility, a balance which is hard to come by in most places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Searching for something deeper in my life, I joined the class not knowing that it would be one of the most meaningful decisions I would ever make&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115574565886463295?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115574565886463295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115574565886463295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115574565886463295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115574565886463295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/kung-fu.html' title='Kung Fu'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115538350847351713</id><published>2006-08-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:32.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Wow, after re-reading my last few posts, I'm not so sure I want to continue with my story.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not writing this primarily for entertainments sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my life really hasn't been as bland as my story may allude to. I am leaving many things out for the sake of others (the Blogosphere is a pretty small cosmos, ya know).*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So now I'm growing up quickly, and am becoming more and more aware of this other One in my life. That's what He was to me..."Other", seperate, distinct....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although He was those things to me, He was there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, Ray, was (is) a southern baptist bible teacher/preacher. My mom would, from time to time, take me to his house on the bay. Uncle Ray would take me out in his boat and we would ride all along the banks and just talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ray knows Jesus well. He really does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He also knows "Southern Baptism". But for some reason, he didn't allow that to become an obstacle when we were out on the bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When we were out there, there was peace. I sensed it out in the bay, and I sensed it in Ray's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He wouldn't preach to me out there..., he just shared peace with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That peace was Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And He was beautiful&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/24315534-115538350847351713?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115538350847351713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115538350847351713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115538350847351713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115538350847351713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/uncle-ray.html' title='Uncle Ray'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115455760816893207</id><published>2006-08-02T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:32.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sin Offering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What was this horrible deed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Would you believe that I can't recall?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's really beside the point anyway. I was a young child, so it couldn't have been all that bad, whatever it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What's important here is that I had become aware of personal sin and the looming guilt associated with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I was in debted and I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Guess what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I took all of the pages of collected strips, including the one that I am sure the Lord had delayed for me, into the back yard and destroyed them. Burned them, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I offered God a sacrifice for my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And guess what. I felt better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Until I realized that I would eventually run out of things to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Isn't this the way we think? We think that when we do something "bad" that all we have to do is pay for it somehow by doing something "good" to make up for it. Even if that good work means to punish ourself for our transgression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{ Now what kind of sense does that make. Somehow we believe that it is a good thing to beat ourselves up for doing something that we knew was wrong to do in the first place... can't really express my thought about this right now...it just seems kinda twisted to me...} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If we are able to keep a tally on all of this up to the end of our life, then we can only hope that our good works will out-weigh our sinful deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The years passed and my struggle with myself continued on. Day after day and year after year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115455760816893207?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115455760816893207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115455760816893207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115455760816893207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115455760816893207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/sin-offering.html' title='The Sin Offering'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115419080058041017</id><published>2006-07-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:32.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;For those of you who may be unfamiliar with Bloom County, here is a link to some of Berke Breathed's favorite strips: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berkeleybreathed.com/pages/favorite_strips.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.berkeleybreathed.com/pages/favorite_strips.asp&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/24315534-115419080058041017?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115419080058041017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115419080058041017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115419080058041017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115419080058041017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115419013393326315</id><published>2006-07-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:31.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It is so clear to me now that God wanted me to know that He is real and that He is involved in every detail of our lives..., even the silly details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My comic strip "crisis" may seem miniscule and even self centered to me now, but at the time it meant everything to me, and He knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So what does any of this have to do with debt and redemption (as alluded to in my last post)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, like I said, this collection of comic strips meant everything to me. I had placed an incredible value upon them. Especially now that the completion of this booklet had been enabled by God Himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Maybe it wasn't all about me though. Maybe this was some type of "shadow of things to come", a divine hint as to something the Lord would have accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It would seem as if He didn't want any missing pieces in this collection....this story...and, certainly, He wanted all of the pieces to be in (chronological) order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Who knows?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So here we have this great sense of value. It wasn't a matter of the monetary value of this collection. 35 cents or so per strip, maybe $2.00 per page, so...maybe $50.00 or so worth of comic strips, plus an irrelevant amount for the cost of blank paper and glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The value of this collection was in that it was a labor of love. I just loved Bloom County (&lt;em&gt;here's to you Berke Breathed!&lt;/em&gt;), and to have it preserved in a sequentially smooth reading fashion was priceless to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;There came a time, though, when I had done something wrong. I had...well.., I sinned. Sure I had heard the word before. You don't have to grow up in church to know what the word "sin" means. I had done something wrong. An offense to someone, and an offense to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For the first time in my life, in a very sure and knowable way, I was aware that I was indebted to God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115419013393326315?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115419013393326315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115419013393326315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115419013393326315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115419013393326315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-sin.html' title='My Sin'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115404498820251890</id><published>2006-07-27T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:31.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day I had a slightly empty feeling although I had come to terms with my great misfortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had already asked around to my neighbors to see if they still had the paper from the day before, and much to my disappointment they did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well. Life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hop on my bike and peddal up to the service station to pick up the days paper just knowing in the back of my mind that I would always be incomplete without that one missing strip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I returned home, I went right inside and unfolded the newspaper straight to the "funny pages" . You'll never guess what I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two Bloom County comic strips. One from that day and the one from the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How could this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a comment printed near the strip explaining how the strips writer had been sick and then apologized for the strip not being there the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that's what you really want to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why would God bother proving Himself via such a ridiculous situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In retrospect, all that I can say is that it was very important for Him to be sure that I understood that I was His (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; His if you like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115404498820251890?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115404498820251890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115404498820251890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115404498820251890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115404498820251890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/divine-intervention.html' title='Divine Intervention'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115392786549867244</id><published>2006-07-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:31.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom County</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As a young boy, probably around the age of 9 or 10, I can remember somehow having this understanding of debt and redemption. I'm not quite sure how I aquired this other than the fact that it truly is a universal principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel as though I am not giving enough credit here to my parents for their "Godly" influence on my life, but the fact is that they were not religious people. They were "normal" people...and I mean that with the utmost respect and appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For the time being all that I can say of my mother and father is that I truly have no regrets in the way they raised me. I'll try to touch on our relationship more later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was always a big fan of the "funny papers". There was one comic strip that I just loved. "Bloom County".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What a sense of humor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I remember riding my bike to the gas station everyday to pick up a copy of the newspaper just so that I could read that strip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I would do more than just read it though, I would cut the strips out and glue them, in sequence, to paper so that they read like the pages of a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I had been doing this everyday for several months when one day I just could not scrounge up the change (35 cents?) to purchase the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was devestated. All of this work for the love of this comic strip and now my booklet in progress would be incomplete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In all sincerity I cried out to God (as we all do in the midst of such earth shaking crisis) and pleaded with Him to help me out of this horrible situation. After many tears, I finally let the situation go and fell asleep, exhausted, in my bed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115392786549867244?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115392786549867244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115392786549867244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115392786549867244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115392786549867244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloom-county.html' title='Bloom County'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115387794641435606</id><published>2006-07-25T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:31.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being an Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I'm not sure what it was. Why was I so uncomfortable around these other children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who can say for sure? All that I can say for sure is that It wasn't just the children that bothered me, it was more about the "system" that I found myself forced into. Even in my earliest years of childhood, I had a streak, or a natural bend which kept me from feeling "okay" anytime I found myself in any structured institution of mass education or manipulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure I could use gentler words than "manipulation" but that is indeed the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was almost as if there was this instinct within me that constantly reminded me that I was not at home in the world. I'm not referring to the Earth here...but more about this other "world" that we find ourselves in. A world of mass manipulation which starts nearly from birth. A world where we are not initially instructed about true Life and Reality, but rather one where you are taught, oh so subtley, that your whole existence and meaning is to be spent pursuing illusion after illusion. A world where you grow up watching everyone you know struggle with this same situation, wondering why life seems to seem so vain in the midst of the pursuit of the American dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew that I did'nt belong, as I am sure so many others felt the same way, but faked it through anyway just for the sake of doing whats "right" (as did I, to the best of my ability).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this hipocracy is not over yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember when my oldest sister and her family moved in with us. They were having a hard time making ends meet and my parents were insistent that they come and stay.&lt;br /&gt;There was a total of ten people living together in a three bedroom house. The age ranged from 2 years old to fifty. Unfathomable for most americans, but those were some of the most interesting days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing in this world like a family that struggles to stay together in the midst of lifes many trials and tribulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I can think of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;thing maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115387794641435606?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115387794641435606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115387794641435606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115387794641435606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115387794641435606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-being-alien.html' title='On Being an Alien'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115359164216279239</id><published>2006-07-22T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:31.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I grew up on the west side of a sleepy little military town called Pensacola, Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Throughout my life, I had always had a sense of God, a knowing that even when I was alone, I was never really alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My father was retired Navy and a former police officer and my mom had been a bartender and house cleaner. Pensacola was my moms home town and the place where she met my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;We were basically poor. Although most of the time we had food to eat and clothes on our backs (...okay, maybe we weren't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; poor...), but I can remember times when our electricity or water would be shut off for  a day or two because we weren't able to pay the bills. Dad's retirement check wasn't very big and my mom attempted to earn a living selling fishing bait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(wigglers, as a matter of fact) to the local bait and tackle shops just didn't quite put us "over the hump" (not at 2cents/ worm!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I was a peculiar little boy who had a very difficult time relating to others. Being the youngest of five was not as beneficial as my siblings would try to persuade you into believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;They would often suggest that my folks treated me differently...were easier on me. Well maybe so, but that wasn't my fault was it? Sure. They probably mellowed quite a bit between the birth of my oldest sister, Wendy, and myself, but I began to get the impression that I was somehow to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And certainly, I had much to be blamed for. A model child, I was not! But I plead in all sincerity, that I was only a product of the society of which I was a part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; It seemed as if, in school, I often found myself uncomfortable around the other kids (with a couple of exceptions), I just felt that I didn't fit in with the other children and was much more comfortable on my own. This discomfort gradually increased until I began to get physically Ill  in the mornings just before school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115359164216279239?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115359164216279239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115359164216279239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115359164216279239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115359164216279239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115343477197258933</id><published>2006-07-20T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:31.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I AM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;...so I went to hear "pastor" and speaker Rob Bell in downtown Atlanta the other night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He had a very interesting presentation which was based primarily on the first two chapters of the book of Genesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Although I thought he was a little over the top with some of his "scriptural numerology" (lots of sevens!), he had a very good central point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rob pointed out the fact that in ancient jewish poetry, the format for at least part of the book of Genesis, involves the fact that the central theme of a given poem is placed in the "center" of the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rob suggests that the "seasons" are the central theme of Genesis 1....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To get right to the point, he believes that this is for the sake of keeping and maintaining a regular sabbath day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) Sabbath&lt;br /&gt;a) sabbath&lt;br /&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; day of atonement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;c) sabbath year&lt;br /&gt;d) week&lt;br /&gt;e) produce (in sabbath year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT- ONE- MENT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;What he failed to mention, however, is how Christ has been made our sabbath, our rest, our AT-ONE-MENT with God the Father. I don't believe that this was intentional, I think that he was just stressing a different point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Practically speaking, we need rest. The Lord &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; that just as much now as He did in the beginning. Where I see things a bit different from Rob on this point, however, is that this rest, rather than being enjoyed on a specific day, can be enjoyed at anytime and in any place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This Rest dwells within us. He is our AT-ONE-MENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sure, taking a regularly scheduled day to enter into this truth would be wonderful, but let us never box this thing in with our religious minds and limit ourselves to only one day per week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well. Let us each be fully persuaded in our own mind, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rob also emphasised the importance of, during that special time, to do the things that bring joy to your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE A PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLAY MUSIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;CELEBRATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;GO FISHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;DANCE AROUND THE HOUSE (OR YARD)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY YOU LORD!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And be there, fully present!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Fathers Name is "I AM"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;What should that say about you and I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No. This is not "New Age" philosophy. It is not that some of what is being said here sounds like the "new agers",it's that some of the things the "new agers" talk about sounds like us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaarrggghhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just ranting now&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;em&gt;.... now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here and now, that's where I AM.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115343477197258933?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115343477197258933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115343477197258933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115343477197258933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115343477197258933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I AM!'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115194732293017676</id><published>2006-07-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:30.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's no doubt that my last post was way too long. That's probably even worse than it not being original to me. Like I said though, he presents things much more clearly than I could ever hope to.&lt;br /&gt;Sparks, although at times can seem very dry, touches on some very deep things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;There just seem to be some things that always resonate with some (or maybe all?) of us...no matter what the context or situation at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that are just "natural" to our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel like we deserve to suffer. We feel like we just aren't good enough and can't live up to God's or other peoples expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this better than feeling like we do measure up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to say that it is Christ alone who makes up the "difference". Whats better is that the scriptures seem to imply that He doesn't just make up the difference, but that He has come in and completely "replaced" us and that it is in &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;truth we find true life and power from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is this other matter of us filling up the sufferings of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that He can call it a finished work and at the same time there be work left to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would divide this into "milk" and "meat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me what that means is that the lost suffering soul meet's His Lord for a time of rest and peace only to &lt;em&gt;grow up&lt;/em&gt; into a different kind of suffering soul....a "found" suffering soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait...it's a different kind of suffering too isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our suffering was because of our sin, our self and the wicked powers of this age. Now we have a new set of ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ has done away with the sin problem on the cross. As far as our "selves" are concerned they were in Christ and crucified with Him. Where there is no sin and no "self" that means that the forces of darkness have no more ground in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you believe they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have two effective weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They convince us that God's work is not enough. ..that the blood of Christ lacks power, and that the cross was not much more than an execution of one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you have failed in this very specific way or that in general you are a sinful person. Their arrows are custom made for your weak points and their accuracy is better than the best marksmen on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of our new struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we seemed to have no refuge, no weapon, no defence and no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have found these things (and so much more) in Christ, we must learn how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Testament there is much said about suffering. In the book of Acts it says that the apostles &lt;em&gt;"... departed from the presence of the council, rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer shame for his name."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At whose hand did they suffer?&lt;br /&gt;The high priest and his company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The religious men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostles were preaching Christ and the forgiveness of sins and suffered &lt;em&gt;shame&lt;/em&gt; because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer need to suffer because of our own faults and failures. Christ has done this for us.&lt;br /&gt;Now we suffer the faults and failures of others and of the world (and they &lt;em&gt;ours&lt;/em&gt;!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Even more true than this is the fact that for the believer in Christ we may find Joy in our tribulations and sufferings, something that the world regards as insanity, although an insanity they wish they had themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;For us tribulation is a tool, or a process, to reveal, more and more, the resurrected Christ who is within us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This kind of tribulation Just happens. It would be foolish to seek after it as some sort of mystical experience. Those with eyes to see can even sense it on a daily basis...at least in retrospect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;God's way, unlike the ways of man, has a very unique spin on reality. What mankind sees as loss the Lord so often sees as gain. What we see as gain, the Lord often sees as loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;We need not seek or try to manipulate the sufferings of our selves or others, but rather in the midst of our dark times, we should keep our eye's open to see the freedom, love, peace and joy which is found in the Son and His Bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115194732293017676?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115194732293017676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115194732293017676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115194732293017676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115194732293017676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/suffering-and-joy.html' title='Suffering and Joy'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115169195107615736</id><published>2006-06-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:30.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship Unregimented</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I want to thank my brother Michael (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoecarnate.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;www.zoecarnate.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) for sending me the following text by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;T. Austin-Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He sum's up quite well, just about everything that has been on my mind lately....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The beginning of everything in relation to God is worship; that is, God having the central and supreme place of recognition, of acknowledgment, of government . . . God having supreme right in our complete obedience and surrender-in every part and phase of our being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worship begins there. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It is a relationship, not only an exercise. It is not something that we do in specified ways and methods; it is an attitude of the life-a place which God has in the entire consciousness . . . that is worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now if Satan is to counterfeit and take God's place, worship is his objective. With the first Adam, that was his objective-to draw man away from giving God the supreme place, in order that he might take God's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He supplanted God in the reverence and the acknowledgment and the obedience of man. He captured his worship and became "the god of this age." When the last Adam, the Second Man, came and entered officially, publicly, upon the great work that He had come to do, the one thing that the adversary sought to capture was His worship: "All these will I give thee if thou wilt worship me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The enemy has betrayed himself-he has shown his hand; if he could do the same with the last Adam as he did with the first, he has defeated the object of a new race.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is just here that we have got to have light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The woman of Samaria (John iv.) is saying, "Our fathers worshipped in this mountain, but ye say that in Jerusalem men ought to worship." Jesus said unto her, "Woman, the hour cometh when neither in this mountain nor yet at Jerusalem will men worship the Father; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;believe Me, the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, what is this? This represents a new regime-a new order. This is the crisis of the Cross in the realm of worship, the basic thing. But what has happened? Jerusalem was definitely Divinely ordained as the seat of honor and worship. The Samaritans imitated, with temple and mountain, the system which was at Jerusalem, while worshipping the same God. But it was God who had brought into the world that system of worship at Jerusalem; He had projected that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a temple, a building, a piece of elaborate ecclesiastical architecture with priests, with robes and vestments, with burning incense, offering sacrifices, making prayers, reading Scriptures. . . and many other things. Yes, God had brought that in, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but now the Lord Jesus was setting the whole thing aside; and in so doing, He was implying as clearly as anything could be implied that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is not true worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Neither in this mountain nor at Jerusalem . . . but . . , in spirit and in truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened, then, if this is not the truth? What is the truth? Not something which was but a type, an illustration, a set of symbols. God never intended that to be the final thing-never intended man to make that a thing in itself-never intended that that thing should go on indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is the divide between soul and spirit. . . and that is where Christendom has gone astray. It was brought in to illustrate and represent something else, and its time of duration was until the Lord Jesus came. It all pointed toward Him-led up to Him-spoke of Him and His Cross, in which that which was merely of the soul would pass and that which was of the spirit would come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the spiritual life in the matter of worship? Oh, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it is not ecclesiastical architecture, it is not vestments, it is not ordinances, it is not rites. &lt;em&gt;They pass out with Calvary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; the perpetuating of anything like that is a contradiction of Calvary. See where we are today. The maintenance of that sort of thing is because of a failure to perceive what the Lord Jesus has brought in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, then, is spiritual worship? It is getting back of all that and seeing the spiritual meaning. Worship is no longer the bringing of animal sacrifices, but the bringing up from the heart an appreciation of the perfection of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The vestments of old were only types and figures and illustrations; the priestly apparel was speaking all the time in type of a righteousness and beauty and glory which is the nature of the God-Man, the Lord Jesus, and which is given to the one who by faith apprehends Christ . . . that in the sight of God we who are in Christ are wearing garments of beauty and glory and holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, the Temple and the Tabernacle were only types speaking of that spiritual fellowship of the saints as joined to an exalted Head-one Body-the Temple of God. The fitting together of the stones of the Temple, which were wrought in the quarry, brought together, and silently-without the sound of hammer or axe-fitted in, only speaks in foreshadowing of the living stones built together for a spiritual habitation . . . God now indwelling not temples made with hands, but a spiritual Body-the members of Christ joined to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why, then, perpetuate a thing which God has dismissed in the Cross and, by keeping to the lower, fail to reach the higher?&lt;/span&gt; Do you see where things are astray today? I know how sweeping this is, but all this has to do with worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now note that when there is a failure to recognize the spiritual meaning of all this and to enter into it... and a maintaining of the old thing.., you are still on a soul level, and you are open to deception; the whole thing may be a ghastly deception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how does that deception work? In this way: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that so many good Christian people are absolutely in bondage to a traditional system which is cutting clean across Divine revelation for them. It is their traditional system which is simply barring the way to spiritual revelation, whereas the Cross of the Lord Jesus represents the liberty in the spirit for God to lead into the fulness of His Life and Light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is the whole purpose of the Letter to the Hebrews. It was for that very purpose. Here was a people that had received light concerning the true nature of fellowship with God in Christ-that the Lord Jesus had taken the place of the Temple and the priesthood and the sacrifices and the ordinances . . . and even the Sabbath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it is no longer a matter of form, ceremony, external rites, buildings, priests, sacrifices; it is all Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They had seen that. The writer had called upon them to go outside the religious, formal, historic, traditional camp, and that brought persecution, ostracism, isolation, loneliness, and all manner of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The official religious people made it very hard for them because of that. The price to be paid for what is truly spiritual and heavenly was.., and is . . . great, and they were dangerously in peril of going back to the old thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Letter to the Hebrews was written just to save them from that peril and to tell them more fully about the great change that had come about in the Cross-the work of the Lord Jesus... to tell them that one system, the earthly representation, had passed and the other, the heavenly reality, had come in (You know how that Letter speaks about "the pattern of things in the heavenlies" and "the heavenly things themselves").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you see, historic Christianity as such-traditional Christianity as such-may still keep us on a soul level of worship, where we must have a certain kind of building with a certain kind of window, a certain kind of music, certain kinds of prayers, certain kinds of people, and certain kinds of dress . . . and all this to "aid" our worship-all this to make real our fellowship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is living back on pre-Calvary ground; it may be all soulish; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it may just be obstructing the path to a full, personal, inward spiritual life with God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;To know the Lord in Life, we must be free from the graveclothes of outward systems. Why, then, perpetuate a system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Lord Jesus put all that away in His Cross; it is all gone. That is what He means by worshipping in spirit and in truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, it is as true as anything I have said, that if you want to know the Lord livingly in greater fulness, you have to be free from ever external control of religion; you have to be free and open to the Lord: you have to be free in the spirit. Formalism has got to go, and reality and Life have got to come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There must be a personal life in God this is not dependent upon place or anything outside and around us-that is dependent entirely upon our spiritual fellowship in with Him. It can be as real, as blessed, in a dingy, rat-infested jail as it can be in the most gorgeous, ornate cathedral. Oh, miss yes; some of the most wonderful fellowship with God has all been in the most unlikely places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You need no "helps" of that POW kind when you know God. Your life is with God.&lt;br /&gt;Now remember, that letter to the Hebrews was written in anticipation of something. The Apostle knew that before very long the whole of that Jewish system would be in ruins. The Lord Jesus had prophesied it-that there should not be left one stone upon another. It would be scattered to the four winds. There would be no temple, no altar, no sacrifice, no festivals, no priests; in fulfillment of the Divine prediction, the whole thing would be smashed and cease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would happen to these people if their fellowship with God was God bound up with that? It would go. It would go with the system. And he wanted to save them from that thing which- the being bound to earth-would go, and to bring them into a new thing which belonged to salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship with God must be of that kind, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;whether we can go to meetings or not, we still have the Lord; whether we have nice soulish music or not, we still have the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ye are not in that realm: "Neither in this mountain nor yet at Jerusalem . . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricks and mortar cannot communicate with spirit. Man's soul can communicate with God only through the vehicle of his spirit in union with God. That is what Calvary has done. You can understand now, of course, why the message of the Cross is unacceptable.., and that, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because of this strong cleaving to a historic, traditional inheritance, you will be outside the camp if you are going to proclaim it and stand for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, too, the awful thing is this-that Satan has taken hold of the Divine representation, or typical system, to appropriate it, when God has done away with it, and that what God brought in for a temporary purpose he has captured for himself in order to obscure the real nature of fellowship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no one will think that I am saying that there are no spiritual people in that system of things. I sin not saying that; but I am saying that if that represents for them their spiritual life-if they must have that, if that is the realm in which they live . . . that they do not see beyond that and are not free from that as a thing in itself-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then they have missed the meaning of Calvary, and they are bound to miss all the meaning of Christ crucified-the wisdom and the power of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with principalities and powers wants something more than a system of external things. You see, we are up against a terrific business; we are up against a spiritual opposition which is colossal, and only a spiritual position is adequate to that-nothing less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We do not want to be in any position less than the Lord's first and best for us. The toys, the picture books, the illustrations, the symbols, the types are for children who have little intelligence; they are taken away at a certain time when God is out to have, not children but sons; and there is all the difference between the two. And so Calvary dismisses the kindergarten of external things in relation to God and brings in the fulness of heavenly order so as to make of us full-grown sons of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;May we be so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T. Austin-Sparks - September, 1932 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115169195107615736?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115169195107615736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115169195107615736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115169195107615736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115169195107615736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/worship-unregimented.html' title='Worship Unregimented'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115083567313586867</id><published>2006-06-20T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:30.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken our Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Why do they expect a happy reply when they ask "how are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;when we know that&lt;em&gt; they really don't care at all&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"You're welcome" has become the auto-generated reply to the correct voice command of: "Thank You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No I don't blame them at all, because I am often found "asleep at the wheel".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;In a place off the beaten path, true life is conceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;not through "howdy do's" and painted on smiles, but rather through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aWkwa rd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;moments and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Awaken our souls, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Awaken our souls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115083567313586867?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115083567313586867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115083567313586867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115083567313586867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115083567313586867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/awaken-our-souls.html' title='Awaken our Souls'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-115040734741661639</id><published>2006-06-15T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:30.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pruning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My boss, Lou, gave me a crash course in pruning trees the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Follow me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Basically, &lt;em&gt;the objective of pruning is to produce strong, healthy and attractive plants&lt;/em&gt;. By understanding how, when and why to prune, and observing a few simple principles, this objective can be achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Without going into all of the details, I did learn a few interesting points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;One who does not understand the way nature works would be tempted to only trim up and shape a tree or hedge row by skimming the little sprouts and leaves that have grown on the outside.This approach doesn't require much skill or care and does, indeed, give the appearance of a nice, clean, formed specimen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But only on the outside&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The truth is that this method promotes the growth of leaves all around the outside of the tree, but it also keeps any sunLight from getting into the actual body, or middle. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You end up with a pretty shell of leaves on the outside, but on the inside it is very bare with no growth, no substance at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skilled Tree Pruner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes across a row of hedges that have only been "skimmed" for any length of time, He will go deep into the hedge, cutting away the dead branches that only serve as obstructions to the Light which is vital for the health of the plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not only that, but He will also go in deep and cut away many of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; branches in order to not only allow more light in, but also to stimulate new growth on the inside of the bush for a healthier, richer, more beautiful specimen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There are other things that are important for healthy trees, but this is what I have learned about pruning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24315534-115040734741661639?l=abeggarslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115040734741661639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24315534&amp;postID=115040734741661639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115040734741661639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24315534/posts/default/115040734741661639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeggarslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/pruning.html' title='Pruning'/><author><name>J. Samuel Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772232028767051579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24315534.post-114995829998154709</id><published>2006-06-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:58:30.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting with Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okay. It's been some time since I've approached anything from a "bible-study" point of view, but I believe that any medium has the potential to convey or point towards Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So here goes..., let me know if I'm wrong (&lt;em&gt;please forgive the "sermonesque" feel of this post&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul said this to the church in Corinth (chpt.7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 But this I say, brethren, &lt;strong&gt;the time is short,&lt;/strong&gt;so that from now on even those who have wives should be as though they had none,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;30 those who weep as though they did not weep, those who rejoice as though they did not rejoice, those who buy as though they did not possess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 and those who use this world as not misusing it. For the form of this world is passing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 But I want you to be without care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......(33, 34...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 And this I say for your own profit, not that I may put a leash on you, but for what is proper, and that you may serve the Lord without distraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "&lt;em&gt;serve&lt;/em&gt;" in the last verse has a very interesting definition in the Strongs Concordance. It means "&lt;em&gt;sitting constantly by, devoted&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pauls whole point is that he desires for us to &lt;strong&gt;profit&lt;/strong&gt; by "constantly sitting" with the Lord, devoted, without distraction, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;regardless of our status, feelings or situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also saying that the time is short.&lt;br /&gt;It's undeniable that as long as we exist in the temporal carnation, that we only have a given amount of time here.&lt;br /&gt;During that time there are many things which &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; rob us of our present experience of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul gives us some examples of potential distractions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically this is something that is understood to be a picture of Christ and the Church, yet Paul also see's how it can be a distraction, leading our hearts away from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was saying "Have a wife? Live as though you don't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because our marriage is only a picture of Christ and the Church. Our marriage relationship should only reflect the Love of God for His people. And what a beautiful reflection that can be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;By recognising the reason above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems arise when we believe and live in a way that put's our marriage in a higher place than Christ. We attach ourselves to our husbands and wives in a way that displaces Christ from His rightful "position".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We can "miss" the point of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to swallow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only until You see Christ for who He is and how He is what everything, including our marriages, are pointing to!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Elsewhere, Paul said to "Love your wife...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But in what way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;church"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ is always the Point!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He's not saying that married people cannot experience the Lord, he is saying that although you may be married, you may still enjoy the prescence of the Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is basically saying to the Church, "although you may be sad, perhaps because of the loss of something or someone, or because of some difficult situation or circumstance, do not get caught up in this thing, rather turn and sit with Christ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You who weep, be as though you weep not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If anyone throughout history has had a reason to weep, it has been the Lords people. A people who are conscious of the truth of the Love of God for humanity, yet who are also persecuted for the very same reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A people who have witnessed and even had a hand in failure after failure in measuring up to the "On High" demands of not only the world but also of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, weeping has it's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul, in the letter to the Romans, &lt;em&gt;told &lt;/em&gt;the church to "weep with those who weep", but what he is saying here in his letter to the church in Corinth is, "weep, but don't get caught up in your sadness, there's not much time. Instead sit constantly by the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not contradicting his message to the other churches. In one place He is emphasing the need to be compassionate and understanding with one another as Christ is the very embodiment of compassion, and so should be the church, yet in his message to the church in Corinth, He is emphasing the need to maintain Christ as our center despite our trouble's and preoccupations here in the world .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are Christ's, and because there is not much time, don't let your weeping distract you from Christ, rather realize the truth of Christ being the solution to all difficulties in Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Again. Paul is not saying that sadness is an unatural thing, but rather he is only saying "turn to Christ"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even &lt;em&gt;Joy itself&lt;/em&gt; can be a distraction from the Lord. There are many times when we become joyful because of some good fortune or even blessing in life. Although the Lord grants us many reasons to be Joyful, our taking pleasure in Joy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can sometimes distract us from Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Again this is not a contradiction with Pauls words telling the saint's to "Rejoice in the Lord, and again I say, Rejoice!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the church in Phillipi,Paul encourages the saints to rejoice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN THE LORD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but to the church in Corinth, he is warning against potential distractions, saying "Do not let your &lt;em&gt;rejoicing&lt;/em&gt; become a distraction &lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; the Lord".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;One Joy comes from remaining close to Christ, the other is joy based in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some rejoice in their Jobs or their wealth. Others rejoice in their piety and righteousness.We can find &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;reasons to rejoice. However, Paul exhorts us to not let our rejoicing distract us from Christ, rather &lt;strong&gt;REJOICE &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; CHRIST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Possessions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul doesn't say "Don't become worldly by shopping in the market." Instead he is saying, "Do not become distracted from the Lord &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your possessions&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a huge difference this is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers we are free from laws which are meant to make and keep us right with God. But if we become distracted from Christ, we begin to lose touch with our source of Life and thereore also become ineffective as &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pauls instruction for the church was not to abstain from purchasing goods, property, etc..., but rather for us to not wander from Christ by getting caught up in the things of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sitting close to the Lord&lt;/em&gt;" is not a law that we must obey for "righteousness" sake. Paul said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did not write these things to put a leash on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but rather that you may profit&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Look at the definition for the word &lt;em&gt;profit&lt;/em&gt; here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1) to bear or bring together&lt;br /&gt;2) to bear together or at the same time&lt;br /&gt;a) to carry with others&lt;br /&gt;b) to collect or contribute in order to help&lt;br /&gt;c) to help, be profitable, be expedient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul is only telling us to remain b
