<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5407193116526767959</id><updated>2024-09-28T23:59:08.139-05:00</updated><category term="A Word to live by"/><category term="destiny"/><category term="Kathryn Kuhlman"/><category term="Right Thinking"/><category term="Words to live by"/><category term="blog"/><category term="bonding"/><category term="christian"/><category term="economy"/><category term="family"/><category term="fit"/><category term="last days"/><category term="minister"/><category term="now"/><category term="outpouring"/><category term="purpose"/><category term="servant"/><category term="service"/><category term="signs"/><category term="software"/><category term="spirit"/><category term="time"/><category term="up to date"/><category term="wonders"/><title type='text'>BethElRuach</title><subtitle type='html'>Every man a minister</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-8131778972405710989</id><published>2015-01-08T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2015-01-08T14:20:38.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from a Mother to her Daughter... Honor and preference - The secret to the continuity of life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/hojxrOfWMgM&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/8131778972405710989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/8131778972405710989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/8131778972405710989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/8131778972405710989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2015/01/letter-from-mother-to-her-daughter.html' title='Letter from a Mother to her Daughter... Honor and preference - The secret to the continuity of life!'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/hojxrOfWMgM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-4794243389274591696</id><published>2013-12-15T17:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2013-12-15T17:37:34.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all good! By Mettabel Okulaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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 that I decided to share it with my other friends too. Please feel free 
to share this note as you may be blessing them more than you could 
possibly know. This is a testament to the fact that that &lt;b&gt;&quot;With God NOTHING SHALL BE IMPOSSIBLE...&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let
 me tell you the story of Jude: Jude (Judy) had stroke that affected the
 whole of her right side, her right arm was totally paralyzed And she 
had partial paralysis of her right leg. The attending neurologist told 
her that she would never regain use of her right arm. She, 
understandably was very distressed and when I came to see her as her 
primary care physician I found her crying, and visibly shaken by what 
she had heard. She said to me &quot;Dr. Okulaja, the neurologist said I would
 never use my right hand again&quot;. As God is my witness this is what I 
said to her. It was not medically appropriate, neither was it based on 
any scientific evidence whatsoever, but I said to her: &quot;rubbish, 
rubbish, rubbish! You can do whatever you want to do. You just focus on 
getting better, and keep believing&quot;. I don&#39;t know how it happened, but 
Jude took me completely at my word. She kept believing and worked really
 hard. As of today, it has been approximately seven years since I left 
the state in which I was practicing at that time, and I will tell you 
that Jude took me out to a farewell dinner, at the end of the evening 
she signed the check with her RIGHT HAND! And she had eaten her meal 
totally independently, using a knife and a fork! I looked at Jude and I 
was inspired!! God has sees you and has been watching over you. And so 
to you also today, and on your behalf, to all those who have written you
 off, those who cannot understand the miracle that you are, I say, 
&quot;Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish! You can do whatever you want to do. You just
 focus on getting better, and keep believing!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;With God NOTHING SHALL BE IMPOSSIBLE...&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;My name is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/null&quot;&gt;Mettabel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;, I am a medical doctor, and I approve this message! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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PS This account is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So help me God!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/4612723250831193637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/4612723250831193637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/4612723250831193637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/4612723250831193637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-story-of-jude.html' title='The Story of Jude...'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcipCSCkaXqu_sBBlxsUob9MWliiAT9we0jzXMRu0WyfWAzLSnrZPxy55mqiHFjcTXxFvojSSOvWjd65txVg20PMxdYr9UFd89g_OH_zt978fU2aa3NTeA7rQvccUfq5yUKEu68wjfFWI/s72-c/rejoicing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-8232099674065311568</id><published>2013-09-02T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-02T15:19:22.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Princi-pearls&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAoWPdkbAkwDkRJ7p0ql1CJAYhGMzn6rNdf41cX5Xp3MwQz4t5IoWzNIlqVjdEVuJ9eb1trfdwZM0_rRucngEld9zkuTi6lq5dI4bAwcBgTtoZY_dop7icrOENYXXPGeVWdlP7kk1Eiw/s1600/beauty-for-ashes-6.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAoWPdkbAkwDkRJ7p0ql1CJAYhGMzn6rNdf41cX5Xp3MwQz4t5IoWzNIlqVjdEVuJ9eb1trfdwZM0_rRucngEld9zkuTi6lq5dI4bAwcBgTtoZY_dop7icrOENYXXPGeVWdlP7kk1Eiw/s320/beauty-for-ashes-6.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;From 
the ruins of the waste places of our own greatest failures, rises the 
greatest gift of God&#39;s strength - Beauty from ashes...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 2 Corinthians 12:9-10&lt;br /&gt;
 ... And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength
 is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast
 in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore
 I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in 
persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;For when I am weak, then
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&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;“What do you want Me to do for you?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mark 10:46-52&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;Jesus Heals Blind Bartimaeus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;46 Now they came to Jericho. As He went out of Jericho with His 
disciples and a great multitude, blind Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, 
sat by the road begging. 47 And when he heard that it was Jesus of 
Nazareth, he began to cry out and say, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy 
on me!”&lt;br /&gt; 48 Then many warned him to be quiet; but he cried out all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”&lt;br /&gt; 49 So Jesus stood still and commanded him to be called.&lt;br /&gt; Then they called the blind man, saying to him, “Be of good cheer. Rise, He is calling you.”&lt;br /&gt; 50 And throwing aside his garment, he rose and came to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt; 51 So Jesus answered and said to him, “What do you want Me to do for you?”&lt;br /&gt; The blind man said to Him, “Rabboni, that I may receive my sight.”&lt;br /&gt;
 52 Then Jesus said to him, “Go your way; your faith has made you well.”
 And immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus on the road.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/2692705500986079197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/2692705500986079197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/2692705500986079197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/2692705500986079197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/07/what-do-you-want-me-to-do-for-you.html' title='“What do you want Me to do for you?”'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-1002291341671222932</id><published>2012-07-11T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T12:34:17.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The next time...</title><content type='html'>The next time someone does not live up to your expectation of them, or 
does something far beneath your expectation, don&#39;t get mad, pull a Julie
 Andrews in Maria on them and thank them sincerely for the awful thing 
they have done, calling it it what it should have been i.e. if they left
 a nasty message for you on the phone, tell them what a lovely phone 
call you got from them, and mean it! what this&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;
 does is that it elevates YOU above the murky fray, and deprives your 
denigrator of the satisfaction of knowing that they &quot;hit their mark&quot; 
.... In people whom you expect &quot;more&quot; from pull a &quot;Pauline&quot; move on them
 and praise that which they have done and later on address that which 
they have not i.e. I thank my God that you fall behind in no gift; but 
that fornication thing, emmm we&#39;re gonna have to talk about that... 
Having said that, I thank God.... lol just joking! But seriously try it!
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&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;&#39;One hit wonder&#39; or signs and wonders?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; One hit wonder&lt;br /&gt; From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;
 A one-hit wonder is a person or act known mainly for only a single 
success. The term is most often used to describe music performers with 
only one hit single.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; One-Hit Wonders&lt;br /&gt; 1. “The Macarena” by Los Del Rio (1996)&lt;br /&gt; 2. “Pass The Dutchie” by Musical Youth (1983)&lt;br /&gt; 3. Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin (1988)&lt;br /&gt; 4.  “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell (1984)&lt;br /&gt; 5.  “ You Gotta Be” by Des’ree (1994)&lt;br /&gt; 6. “ Electric Avenue” by Eddie Grant (1983)&lt;br /&gt; 7. “ Kung Fu Fighting” by Carl Douglas (1974)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Isaiah 8:18&lt;br /&gt;
 18 Behold, I and the children whom Jehovah hath given me are for signs 
and for wonders in Israel from Jehovah of hosts, who dwelleth in mount 
Zion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Acts 2:43&lt;br /&gt; 43 And fear came upon every soul: and many wonders and signs were done through the apostles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Romans 15:19&lt;br /&gt;
 19 in the power of signs and wonders, in the power of the Holy Spirit; 
so that from Jerusalem, and round about even unto Illyricum, I have 
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Don’t call me. I’ll call you.’. Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize the voices on this recording? The Defendant’s attorney asked Flan who sat in the docket and just kept on weeping with her face buried in her hands… &#39;How could she have done such a thing?&#39; She thought. How could she have exposed her family to such evil? How could she have known that Mamonia Rizziconi would befriend her husband and lure him into a gambling addiction? How could she have known that they would lose their lovely home and have to withdraw their son from the school he was so excited to have been admitted into? How could she have trusted someone like Offensia? How could she have been so stupid as not to realize that she not to be trusted and would give her up and spill her guts at the slightest sign of trouble? How could she have gone on to hire a man whose business card had read – MAMMONA RIZZICONI – RELATIONSHIP KILLER. ‘THROUGH THE LOVE OF THE DOLLAR WE MAKE AND BREAK EM’ how could she???? ‘Please, answer the question ma’am’. Flan just kept sobbing… The lawyer said: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FIRST WITNESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFENSIA VALERIA – THE FACILITATOR, ALIAS OFFENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 10:12&lt;br /&gt;Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 18:7&lt;br /&gt;Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 16:17&lt;br /&gt;Now I beseech you, brethren, mark them which cause divisions and offences contrary to the doctrine which ye have learned; and avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offense &lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a. The act of causing anger, resentment, displeasure, or affront.&lt;br /&gt;b. The state of being offended.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;a. A violation or infraction of a moral or social code; a transgression or sin.&lt;br /&gt;b. A transgression of law; a crime.&lt;br /&gt;3. Something that outrages moral sensibilities: Genocide is an offense to all civilized humans.&lt;br /&gt;4. The act of attacking or assaulting.&lt;br /&gt;Source - The free online dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECOND WITNESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMMONA RIZZICONI – RELATIONSHIP KILLER #1: AKA&amp;nbsp; MAMMON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:24&lt;br /&gt;No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 16:9&lt;br /&gt;And I say unto you, Make to yourselves friends of the mammon of unrighteousness; that, when ye fail, they may receive you into everlasting habitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 6:10&lt;br /&gt;For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mammon: Etymologically, the word is assumed to derive from Late Latin &#39;mammon&#39;, from Greek &#39;μαμμωνάς&#39;, Syriac &#39;mámóna&#39; (riches),[1] and was an Aramaic loan word in Hebrew meaning wealth[2] or possessions,[3] although it may also have meant &#39;that in which one trusts&#39;.[4]&lt;br /&gt;The Greek word for &quot;Mammon&quot;, μαμμωνάς, occurs in the Sermon on the Mount (during the discourse on ostentation) and in the parable of the Unjust Steward (Luke 16:9-13). The Authorised Version keeps the Syriac word. John Wycliffe uses &quot;richessis&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;The Christians began to use the name of Mammon as a pejorative, a term that was used to describe gluttony and unjust worldly gain in Biblical literature. It was personified as a false god in the New Testament.{Mt.6.24; Lk.16.13} The term is often used to refer to excessive materialism or greed as a negative influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source - Wikipedia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow us to take part in your deliberations based on the evidence presented in this singularly disturbing case. Members of the jury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© OluPero Mettabel Okulaja, July 8, 2012&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/828239963835913235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/828239963835913235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/828239963835913235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/828239963835913235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/07/murder-they-wrote-episode-2.html' title='MURDER THEY WROTE - EPISODE 2'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-8436543140137414892</id><published>2012-07-05T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T18:14:33.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Princi-pearls&quot;</title><content type='html'>The key to future success lies in not allowing past failures paralyze present action.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;© &lt;/span&gt;Mettabel Okulaja, July 5, 2012&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/8436543140137414892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/8436543140137414892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/8436543140137414892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/8436543140137414892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/07/princi-pearls.html' title='&quot;Princi-pearls&quot;'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-538352461940655791</id><published>2012-07-04T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-07-04T13:49:40.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book - the Voice of one Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;224&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/10151076803821810&quot; /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/10151076803821810&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;224&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Voice of One Woman&lt;br /&gt;The Book - The Voice of One Woman: A phenomenal book for phenomenal women... Our voices becoming One Phenomenal Voice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this trailer with your friends, families and loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, &lt;br /&gt;Mettabel Okulaja</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/538352461940655791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/538352461940655791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/538352461940655791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/538352461940655791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/07/book-voice-of-one-woman.html' title='The Book - the Voice of one Woman'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-5713884424132519918</id><published>2012-07-04T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-07-04T13:38:45.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gethsemane to glory…</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;224&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/10151073592946810&quot; /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/10151073592946810&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;224&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Gethsemane: Meaning – Oil press – A place where through travail in prayer, submission to God’s will brings about supernatural strength and ability that elevates purpose above provocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hebrews 4:15&lt;br /&gt;For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Isaiah 53:7&lt;br /&gt;He was oppressed and treated harshly, yet he never said a word. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter. And as a sheep is silent before the shearers, he did not open his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Isaiah 53:7-9&lt;br /&gt;He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn&#39;t say a word. Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence. Justice miscarried, and he was led off— and did anyone really know what was happening? He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of my people. They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man, Even though he&#39;d never hurt a soul or said one word that wasn&#39;t true.&lt;br /&gt;Mathew 26:62,63&lt;br /&gt;62 And the high priest arose, and said unto him, Answerest thou nothing? what is it which these witness against thee?&lt;br /&gt;63 But Jesus held his peace, And the high priest answered and said unto him, I adjure thee by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be the Christ, the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 15:2-5 &lt;br /&gt;2 And Pilate asked him, Art thou the King of the Jews? And he answering said unto them, Thou sayest it.&lt;br /&gt;3 And the chief priests accused him of many things: but he answered nothing.&lt;br /&gt;4 And Pilate asked him again, saying, Answerest thou nothing? behold how many things they witness against thee.&lt;br /&gt;5 But Jesus yet answered nothing; so that Pilate marvelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 18:21&lt;br /&gt;Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/5713884424132519918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/5713884424132519918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/5713884424132519918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/5713884424132519918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/07/gethsemane-to-glory.html' title='Gethsemane to glory…'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-4729310342633339817</id><published>2012-06-26T02:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T02:15:14.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful tribute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;


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A dear friend wrote this note to me about her thoughts on The Voice of One Woman book launch
(excerpted)... I hope she doesn&#39;t mind me sharing it... but it was so
beautifully written, that I just had to... Thank you.... You know who you are,
and the Lord bless you indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Voice of One woman Book launch:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saturday was beautiful! The School II Bistro was moderately lit with dim lights
and candlelight. Tables were decorated with rose petals. There was a band
playing as poem after poem was read. What I liked best about it was that she
didn’t just read each poem by herself, she got others to do it and for one of
the poems, there was an accompanying dance! The very last poem was done in a
call and respond manner and that was very nice…interactive. Hors d&#39;oeuvres
served...we got to take leftovers. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her work was obviously geared towards empowering women and the proceeds from
the book sale went to a Charity that works with female victims of domestic
violence/abuse etc. I particularly like the verses that reinforced accepting
our femininity as beautiful or just teased the senses and here is a verse that
just makes me smile all the time:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am She&lt;br /&gt;
Black, White, Latte&lt;br /&gt;
Moccachino, Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;
Every creamy delightful shade in between :-)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wrote the above on Mon to a friend who was unable to attend the book launch.
I was high from inspiration on Sat so much so that I read your lines on the
phone to friends over and over on Sun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
.... I wanted you to know that what you did on Sat, your prose, seeing you all
organized helped me remember and hold on to the fact that God is making
something beautiful out of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for being a source of inspiration and a reminder to keep my dreams
alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Find my page now on FB&lt;br /&gt;
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the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-2&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;The
same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a
teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except
God be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-3&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Jesus
answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be
born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-4&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Nicodemus
saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old? can he enter the second
time into his mother&#39;s womb, and be born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-5&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-5&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Jesus
answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of
the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Born:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;1.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;a.&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; Brought into life by birth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;b.&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Brought into existence; created: A new
nation was born with the revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;See:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;1.
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;To perceive with the eye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;2.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;a.
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;To apprehend as if with the eye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;b. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To detect by means
analogous to use of the eye: an electronic surveillance camera that saw the
activity in the embassy yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To understand;
comprehend: I see your point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;4. To know through
firsthand experience;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt; undergo: &quot;He saw some service on the king&#39;s
side&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Enter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;1.
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;To come or go into&lt;/b&gt;: The train
entered the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;2.
To penetrate; pierce: The bullet entered the victim&#39;s skull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;3.
To introduce; insert: She entered the probe into the patient&#39;s artery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;4.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;a. To become a
participant, member, or part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;; join: too old to enter the army; entered the discussion
at a crucial moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;b. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To gain admission to (a
school, for example).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;5. To cause to become a
participant, member, or part of; enroll:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt; entered the children in private school; entered
dahlias in a flower show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To embark on; begin:
With Sputnik, the Soviet Union entered the space age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To make a beginning in;
take up: entered medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To write or put in:
entered our names in the guest book; enters the data into the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To place formally on
record; submit: enter a plea of innocence; enter a complaint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;10. To go to or occupy
in order to claim possession of (land).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;11. To participate in;
take an active role or interest in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt; enter into politics; enter into negotiations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To become party to (a
contract): The nations entered into a trade agreement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To become a component
of; form a part of: Financial matters entered into the discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;To consider;
investigate: The report entered into the effect of high interest rates on the
market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;3. To take possession
of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;She
entered upon the estate of her uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;From the above, we can then say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-3&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Jesus answered and said unto him,
Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Brought into life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-3&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt; again,
he cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-3&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt; the kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-5&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-5&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Jesus
answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;brought into life&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-5&quot;&gt; of
water (The Word) and of the Spirit, he cannot &lt;/span&gt;participate in; take an
active role or interest in, or take possession of&lt;span class=&quot;textjohn-3-5&quot;&gt; the
kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Romans 12: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Galatians 4:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;chapternum&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textgal-4-1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Now I say, That the heir,
as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord
of all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-outline-level: 3; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Ephesians
5:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;King James Version
(KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;&quot;&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;26&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of
water by the word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Reformation
Study Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;John &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John.3.5&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;&quot;&gt;3:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Born of water and the Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt; Some suggest that the “water” is the release of fluid that
accompanies physical birth, but linguistic considerations point to
understanding “water” and “Spirit” as referring to a single spiritual birth.
Many interpreters understand “water” here as the water of baptism, but such a
reference, before Christian baptism was instituted, would have been meaningless
to Nicodemus. Others find a reference to John’s baptism, but Jesus nowhere
makes John’s baptism a requirement for salvation. Probably the statement refers
to Old Testament passages in which the terms “water” and “Spirit” are linked to
express the pouring out of God’s Spirit in the end times (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isa.32.15&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Is. 32:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isa.44.3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;44:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezek.36.25-Ezek.36.27&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Ezek. 36:25–27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). The presence of such rich Old
Testament imagery accounts for Jesus’ reproof of Nicodemus (v. 10): as a
“teacher of Israel,” he should have understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now glory be to God, who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes. Ephesians 3:20 (LB)&lt;br /&gt;
When God wants to work in your life, he&#39;ll always gives you a dream—about yourself, about what he wants you to do, about how he&#39;s going to use your life to impact the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are many examples in the Bible of this. God gave Noah the dream of building an ark. God gave Abraham the dream of being the father of a great nation. God gave Nehemiah the dream of building the wall around Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you know when a dream is from God or when it&#39;s just something you&#39;ve thought up yourself? The Bible tells us that God, &quot;by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.&quot; (Ephesians 3:20 LB)&lt;br /&gt;
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In other words, if a dream comes from God, it will be so big in your life that you can&#39;t do it on your own. It also will never contradict His Word! If your dream is something that the Bible speaks against, it&#39;s not from God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talk About It –&lt;br /&gt;
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God may be speaking to you now, but you just don&#39;t recognize it for what it is. Do you have a dream that you believe will serve other people? Where do you think that idea came from?&lt;br /&gt;
What dream has God given you? What are you going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;They&quot; could have made me hate myself,&lt;br /&gt;But Love would not let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have had me filled with self-doubt and fear,&lt;br /&gt;But Love would not let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had me distrusting at every turn,&lt;br /&gt;But Love would not let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hoped in me, trusted in me.&lt;br /&gt;Kept no record, of my wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was patient with me falling short,&lt;br /&gt;Showing me nothing but His kindness and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loved me in my unloveliness, &lt;br /&gt;Helped me to &quot;see&quot; the beautiful in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw through my rudeness, the expression of hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me closer, than at arm’s length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me without competition or envy&lt;br /&gt;That there’s room for us all to grow,&lt;br /&gt;Freeing me from all that confined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love drew me to the secret of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;When haughtily puffed up, I would have walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love looked out for me at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to budge, when I provoked no love,&lt;br /&gt;By passion, His gaze solely fixed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love rejoiced over my every step.&lt;br /&gt;Always; believing in me,&lt;br /&gt;Always seeing the good in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others mocked at my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Love cheered me on, till truth prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I have done without you love?&lt;br /&gt;How could I bear this without you there?&lt;br /&gt;Lifting up my head, helping me to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe my all to you love; I owe all of me to love.&lt;br /&gt;I owe my heart to the most eminent of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest of those who do not fail.&lt;br /&gt;The one who by faith, against all hope,&lt;br /&gt;Believed in the hope, that I founded in love,&lt;br /&gt;Would in love at last be found…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© OluPero Mettabel, May 25, 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;New King James Version (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Gift&lt;br /&gt;13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,&lt;br /&gt;but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,&lt;br /&gt;and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For we know in part and we prophesy in part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child,&lt;br /&gt;I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/7351918398341594327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/7351918398341594327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/7351918398341594327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/7351918398341594327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/05/love-would-not-let-me-be-by-adepero.html' title='Love Would Not Let Me Be'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-4869163523534737370</id><published>2012-05-24T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T18:27:59.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Princi-pearls&quot;</title><content type='html'>The people who make history are the ones who refuse to take no for an answer or accept status quo...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/feeds/4869163523534737370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5407193116526767959/4869163523534737370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/4869163523534737370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5407193116526767959/posts/default/4869163523534737370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelruach.blogspot.com/2012/05/princi-pearls_24.html' title='&quot;Princi-pearls&quot;'/><author><name>BethElRuach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952699311804119269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2V-FxcVd8Y/TCjmxIps_hI/AAAAAAAAADw/GLfcZjt48vA/S220/DSCN0165+-+Version+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407193116526767959.post-3035182562486520580</id><published>2012-05-22T02:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T02:23:54.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEITGEIST! - The &#39;spirit&#39; of the times!</title><content type='html'>Zeitgeist : interesting word this is, meaning: ‘The spirit of the 
times’ - Zeitgeist is the general cultural, intellectual, ethical, 
spiritual, or political climate within a nation or even specific groups,
 along with the general ambiance, morals, sociocultural direction, and 
mood associated with an era. The sons of Issachar had Zeitgeist:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; 1 Chronicles 12:32&lt;br /&gt;
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Of
 the sons of Issachar who had an understanding of the times, to know 
what Israel ought to do, their chiefs were two hundred; and all their 
brethren were at their command; The child of God who catches the 
zeitgeist of the times, feels the pulse of the universe and the heart of
 God, feels the direction of the flow of the blood and the Spirit and 
can move in that flow… they are not afraid of it, neither do they 
distrust it, for the beat echoes in their hearts and the same blood 
flows through their veins… Let your prayer, my prayer, our prayer today,
 be to catch the Zeitgeist of our times and seasons, and the heart of 
God for the ‘now season’. But he who will catch the Zeitgeist must be 
well acquainted with the originator of the spirit and must be able to 
discern the direction and dimensions of His breath…. The ‘Ruach’, 
interestingly also means Spirit or breath of God… Oh how my heart yearns
 to catch the wave of His Spirit, for surely He is here, and I MUST know
 Him! In Him, through Him, and by Him, I MUST catch the zeitgeist of my 
time, my kairos, my ‘now’ moment….&lt;br /&gt;
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ZEITGEIST! What a word!&lt;br /&gt;
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The Signs of the Times and the End of the Age: Mark 13:2-4&lt;br /&gt;
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2
 And Jesus answered and said to him, “Do you see these great buildings? 
Not one stone shall be left upon another, that shall not be thrown 
down.” 3 Now as He sat on the Mount of Olives opposite the temple, 
Peter, James, John, and Andrew asked Him privately, 4 “Tell us, when 
will these things be? And what will be the sign when all these things 
will be fulfilled?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Shalom,&lt;br /&gt;
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Is there such a thing as &#39;The book of Remembrance&#39;? Does God actually 
keep a record of the things we have done for, and in Him with a purpose 
to reward? The bible records that He does.
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&amp;nbsp; In my research, I found the following writing:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&#39;This
 Book of Remembrance holds every act of faithful service done for the 
Lord. Every encouraging word, every unselfish deed, every sacrifice 
made, the Lord has carefully placed there as a witness to the universe 
that you are indeed His child&#39;. Author: Amazing Discoveries™.
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&lt;strong&gt;A lot of God’s children, I hear His Spirit saying, at this time,
 feel, as though they have been forgotten by God, that He is not making,
 or has not made good on His promises concerning them. &lt;/strong&gt;Despair 
and discouragement have become their daily robe, wrapping it around them
 to protect them from the hope that they feel will Surely be dashed to 
pieces again….&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt; I write today at the direction 
of the Lord to these dear people of God, that they should be encouraged,
 that God says that He is getting ready to open up the ‘Book of 
Remembrance’ concerning them, to make good on His promises. He says that
 He is not unfaithful, neither forgetful, but has kept a record of their
 faithfulness, and acts of kindness, has recorded the deeds, and kept 
them, that He might establish His promises concerning them, at the set 
time.
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Psalm 102:13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

You will arise and have mercy on Zion; For the time to favor her, Yes, the set time, has come.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;It has come, for you who have remained steadfast trusting the 
Lord, neither looking to the right nor to the left, despite the hardness
 of the times, and the leanness of the fat…
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; His Word said concerning Mordecai, who had been faithful to the 
king and the kingdom, yet had not forsaken God’s people, but sought a 
deliverer for them – Esther who he carefully groomed for many years, 
hoping upon hope that there would be a voice&amp;nbsp; for God’s people, raised&amp;nbsp; 
to prevail against their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esther 6:1-12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

6 That night the king could not sleep. So one was commanded to bring the
 book of the records of the chronicles; and they were read before the 
king. 2 And it was found written that Mordecai had told of Bigthana and 
Teresh, two of the king’s eunuchs, the doorkeepers who had sought to lay
 hands on King Ahasuerus. 3 Then the king said, “What honor or dignity 
has been bestowed on Mordecai for this?” And the king’s servants who 
attended him said, “Nothing has been done for him.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;4 So the king said, “Who is in the court?” Now Haman had just 
entered the outer court of the king’s palace to suggest that the king 
hang Mordecai on the gallows that he had prepared for him. 5 The king’s 
servants said to him, “Haman is there, standing in the court.”And the 
king said, “Let him come in.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;6 So Haman came in, and the king asked him, “What shall be done 
for the man whom the king delights to honor?”Now Haman thought in his 
heart, “Whom would the king delight to honor more than me?” 7 And Haman 
answered the king, “For the man whom the king delights to honor, 8 let a
 royal robe be brought which the king has worn, and a horse on which the
 king has ridden, which has a royal crest placed on its head. 9 Then let
 this robe and horse be delivered to the hand of one of the king’s most 
noble princes, that he may array the man whom the king delights to 
honor. Then parade him on horseback through the city square, and 
proclaim before him: ‘Thus shall it be done to the man whom the king 
delights to honor!’” 10 Then the king said to Haman, “Hurry, take the 
robe and the horse, as you have suggested, and do so for Mordecai the 
Jew who sits within the king’s gate! Leave nothing undone of all that 
you have spoken.” 11 So Haman took the robe and the horse, arrayed 
Mordecai and led him on horseback through the city square, and 
proclaimed before him, “Thus shall it be done to the man whom the king 
delights to honor!” 12 Afterward Mordecai went back to the king’s gate. 
But Haman hurried to his house, mourning and with his head covered. 13 
When Haman told his wife Zeresh and all his friends everything that had 
happened to him, his wise men and his wife Zeresh said to him, “If 
Mordecai, before whom you have begun to fall, is of Jewish descent, you 
will not prevail against him but will surely fall before him.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;He also made it so that the one who had sought to destroy him (Mordecai), was totally annihilated.
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

Another who had seemingly been forgotten, buried under the dross of 
broken promises by those around him was Joseph; but did the Lord forget 
what He had destined concerning him? No… At the ‘set time’, the right 
time, the records were pulled in heaven and the ‘Book of Remembrance’ 
concerning him, was opened, catapulting him to his destiny IN ONE DAY!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Psalm 102:13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;
You will arise and have mercy on Zion; For the time to favor her, Yes, the set time, has come.
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

Yes, He will arise, and He will have mercy, He will arise and, He will remember:
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Exodus 6:5
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;And I have also heard the groaning of the children of 
Israel whom the Egyptians keep in bondage, and I have REMEMBERED My 
covenant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;So again I say unto you who have 
been waiting, seeking, and holding on to my promises, the set time has 
come! I open the ‘Book of Remembrance’ and&amp;nbsp; will cause that which I have
 purposed to do, to be established and to be displayed, for all to see. 
Rejoice this day for on Mount Zion there shall be deliverance, And there
 shall be holiness; The house of Jacob shall possess their possessions. 
Obadiah 1:17 because a ‘Book of Remembrance’ had been written concerning
 them says The Lord.
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

Malachi 3:16
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

[ A Book of Remembrance ] Then those who feared the LORD spoke to one 
another, And the LORD listened and heard them; So a book of remembrance 
was written before Him For those who fear the LORD And who meditate on 
His name.&lt;br /&gt;
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The expression of gratitude without the use of platitudes,
changes the attitude, and shifts the paradigm of aptitude, giving one the
latitude to attain higher altitude, and the opportunity to affect the lives of
multitudes, with greater amplitude....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:3&lt;br /&gt; 3 To everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt; A time for every purpose under heaven:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Philippians 3:13&lt;br /&gt;
 Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I 
do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to 
those things which are ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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