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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQCR304cSp7ImA9WhRXEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323</id><updated>2011-12-16T12:12:46.339-08:00</updated><category term="thanksgiving" /><category term="tim" /><category term="Thanks" /><category term="Rohm" /><category term="Servant" /><category term="Sheffey" /><category term="Deacon" /><category term="Real Christianity" /><category term="Lord" /><category term="God" /><category term="thankfulness" /><title>DeaconTim "Serve The Lord With Gladness"</title><subtitle type="html">Deacon (From the greek word for servant) for I am a servant of the Lord.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness" /><feedburner:info uri="deacontimservethelordwithgladness" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CQn47fyp7ImA9WhRTFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-2602227691224834572</id><published>2011-11-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:42:43.007-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T06:42:43.007-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rohm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tim" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Servant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deacon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lord" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sheffey" /><title>"I'm a Servant of the Lord!"</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T2y-s6QmAnXMgDcPJCDGrnGTPhk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T2y-s6QmAnXMgDcPJCDGrnGTPhk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T2y-s6QmAnXMgDcPJCDGrnGTPhk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T2y-s6QmAnXMgDcPJCDGrnGTPhk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I use this phrase: "I'm a Servant of the Lord!" as a description of being a Deacon from the Greek origin of the word and as a quote from Robert Sheffey in the Bob Jones University Movie bearing his name: Sheffey.  You can Google and find the dvd available on line and even a link to a trailer on one website that offers it for sale. I'll talk more about this movie on my blog: Reviews at the following link:&lt;a href="http://moviemeanings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moviemeanings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other blogs by me can be accessed by clicking on my complete profile in the margin of this page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-2602227691224834572?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/ySIAml2QNYw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/2602227691224834572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=2602227691224834572" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/2602227691224834572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/2602227691224834572?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/ySIAml2QNYw/im-servant-of-lord.html" title="&quot;I'm a Servant of the Lord!&quot;" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-servant-of-lord.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQHk-fSp7ImA9WhRTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-834508147474000360</id><published>2011-11-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:27:31.755-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T14:27:31.755-07:00</app:edited><title>A Christian Business in the Left’s Crosshairs - Michelle Malkin - National Review Online</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zBqE14nhPWLKq2-HBCBddZAtROA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zBqE14nhPWLKq2-HBCBddZAtROA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Follow this link to a great article about a successful business under attack! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/258646/christian-business-left-s-crosshairs-michelle-malkin#.TrMGZOUNK4Q.blogger"&gt;A Christian Business in the Left’s Crosshairs - Michelle Malkin - National Review Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's support Chik-fil-a. You know their calenders are a great buy around Christmas and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have great coupons worth more than the cost of the calender! Check out your local&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chik-fil-a today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-834508147474000360?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/oq4ICn2ksMo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/834508147474000360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=834508147474000360" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/834508147474000360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/834508147474000360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/oq4ICn2ksMo/christian-business-in-lefts-crosshairs.html" title="A Christian Business in the Left’s Crosshairs - Michelle Malkin - National Review Online" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2011/11/christian-business-in-lefts-crosshairs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EAQn05cCp7ImA9WB9UE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-1694055221937365825</id><published>2007-12-10T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:47:23.328-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-10T12:47:23.328-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Real Christianity" /><title>This Lady Truly Travels With Jesus!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuWhQ5HRJFu4BOO3wmC35Hlt8NY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuWhQ5HRJFu4BOO3wmC35Hlt8NY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuWhQ5HRJFu4BOO3wmC35Hlt8NY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuWhQ5HRJFu4BOO3wmC35Hlt8NY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This lady truly walks with the Lord and wasn't afraid to share her faith, with confidence and conviction.  Follow this link for the text of the incident, then click on the video link at the bottom of the page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrcb.com/news/index.cfm?sid=1361"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wrcb.com/news/index.cfm?sid=1361&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in her small group!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-1694055221937365825?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/y0Gkd5NQXZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/1694055221937365825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=1694055221937365825" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/1694055221937365825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/1694055221937365825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/y0Gkd5NQXZ0/this-lady-truly-travels-with-jesus.html" title="This Lady Truly Travels With Jesus!" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-lady-truly-travels-with-jesus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMRnkzfSp7ImA9WB9WFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-6729373573224945364</id><published>2007-11-20T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:53:07.785-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T08:53:07.785-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thankfulness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title>Thanksgiving - What are you thankful for or                 Who are you thankful to?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oETVssXnflsMaTBGa_tqEFg-_Cw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oETVssXnflsMaTBGa_tqEFg-_Cw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oETVssXnflsMaTBGa_tqEFg-_Cw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oETVssXnflsMaTBGa_tqEFg-_Cw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In this season of Thanksgiving, when even the secular schools turn their thoughts to thankfulness due to our historical forefathers' pause to be thankful for their blessings; to join together and give thanks for the harvest, the horn of plenty, life, health and freedom.  Its in this time we can get all caught up in a good thing: giving thanks for all we have been given.  So caught up, in fact, that we let it interfere with the best thing: remembering who to be thankful to!  Somehow we look around at all we have been given, and we can piously be focusing on things, possessions, and even people (our family) in terms of what we have.  Not that we should over spiritualize everything such that we forget to thank those people in our lives for their part.  But we need to be first and foremost thankful to the giver of all good things: God!  And we need to use this time to correct our focus:  from temporal things, to the eternal beings.   We need to remember as we offer thoughts and prayers of thanksgiving, to verbalize not only that which we are thankful for, but who we are thankful to!  Thanks for listening.  And thank you Lord, for life, breath, and health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-6729373573224945364?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/eMaadSQRQTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/6729373573224945364/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=6729373573224945364" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/6729373573224945364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/6729373573224945364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/eMaadSQRQTs/thanksgiving-who-are-you-thankful-to.html" title="Thanksgiving - What are you thankful for or                 Who are you thankful to?" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-who-are-you-thankful-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFRn8-fSp7ImA9WB5aF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-6658546321467446386</id><published>2007-09-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:30:17.155-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-14T11:30:17.155-07:00</app:edited><title>A Diamond in the Rough</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zrTFOJ_U-RFvhqjUH42fp84ZCV8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zrTFOJ_U-RFvhqjUH42fp84ZCV8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zrTFOJ_U-RFvhqjUH42fp84ZCV8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zrTFOJ_U-RFvhqjUH42fp84ZCV8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                   A Diamond in the Rough                  &lt;br /&gt;By Tim Rohm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling down and dirty surrounded by muck?&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling confined, forever stuck in a rut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is pressure being applied from all directions?&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing you and your imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lump of coal felt that way for years,&lt;br /&gt;Just before it all became clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times it thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt; As it slowly became a diamond in the rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when it thought no one cared a lick&lt;br /&gt;It felt the ping of the miner’s pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the long years in the cold dark night&lt;br /&gt;To the bright heat of the jeweler’s light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp pains of a chisel splitting its side.&lt;br /&gt;What would that do, but prepare it to reside-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the setting of the ring for a blushing bride!&lt;br /&gt;Who would forever display it with pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you’re feeling like a mess,&lt;br /&gt;Consider this: you’re a work in progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re feeling such awesome pressure&lt;br /&gt;Think about how God made this treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had such plans for a lump of Coal&lt;br /&gt;What has He planned for your next role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=30&amp;chapter=29&amp;amp;verse=11&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"plans to prosper you and not to harm you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plans to give you hope and a future.&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/35198323-6658546321467446386?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/8fNbRRDS1GA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/6658546321467446386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=6658546321467446386" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/6658546321467446386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/6658546321467446386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/8fNbRRDS1GA/diamond-in-rough.html" title="A Diamond in the Rough" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2007/09/diamond-in-rough.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBQnc-eCp7ImA9WBFVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-2294474462228037737</id><published>2007-04-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:05:53.950-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-04-18T09:05:53.950-07:00</app:edited><title>Experiencing God: Biblical Scholarship and God's Will</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TyCx6oUn5wsqT_4p5uN4KXkprvs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TyCx6oUn5wsqT_4p5uN4KXkprvs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Check out this article at Stand to Reason Website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.str.org/site/News2?page=NewsArticle&amp;id=5955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article takes issue with Henry Blackaby's view in "Experiencing God" of how God reveals and communicates with His people.   Koukl's arguments seem valid, as does his approach to getting at the true meaning of scripture; but does this limit us to only knowing God's general will through His General revelation, specifically the Bible.  Don't we live expectingly seeking, in hope of knowing and doing God's specific will for our life.&lt;br /&gt;Check out this article and give me your feedback.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-2294474462228037737?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/EWrchEMuv4c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/2294474462228037737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=2294474462228037737" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/2294474462228037737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/2294474462228037737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/EWrchEMuv4c/experiencing-god-biblical-scholarship.html" title="Experiencing God: Biblical Scholarship and God's Will" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2007/04/experiencing-god-biblical-scholarship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQFQXgyfSp7ImA9WBFTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-7702219054694061115</id><published>2007-02-02T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:55:10.695-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-02-02T13:55:10.695-08:00</app:edited><title>New Year, New Starts</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mUtEhRr9pipf63LGT6dH8VcUn1I/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mUtEhRr9pipf63LGT6dH8VcUn1I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mUtEhRr9pipf63LGT6dH8VcUn1I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mUtEhRr9pipf63LGT6dH8VcUn1I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, it's a new year, and time for some new starts.  Last year had to be my roughest year, and I know God gets the credit for getting me through it.  I am very thankful to Him, and Church, family and friends that helped me not only survive 2006, but gain new perspective and direction.  We took a nice trip to Hilton Head Island in January to clear the air from a rough holiday season without my wife Sondra.  It seems at every turn I am still thinking of how she would enjoy being with us, and seeing Lily as she grows and experiences this wonderful world we live in.  But I am also reminded of the place she now calls home, and how marvelous it must be.  I can only imagine, and I know it can't compare.  &lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time, and I feel like I can start 2007 with fresh vision and purpose.  Please keep praying for all of us, and look on expecting, for I believe God, and He is capable of great and mighty things.  Thank you for all your prayers and words of encouragement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-7702219054694061115?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/C76jkwuyiIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/7702219054694061115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=7702219054694061115" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/7702219054694061115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/7702219054694061115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/C76jkwuyiIQ/new-year-new-starts.html" title="New Year, New Starts" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-year-new-starts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFQ3o5cCp7ImA9WBBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-78560400339149377</id><published>2006-12-29T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:15:12.428-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-29T10:15:12.428-08:00</app:edited><title>The Means to an End, or the End of our Means?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8M7Wez6jL3PJ_ZmvHxtKK9mSGk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8M7Wez6jL3PJ_ZmvHxtKK9mSGk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8M7Wez6jL3PJ_ZmvHxtKK9mSGk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8M7Wez6jL3PJ_ZmvHxtKK9mSGk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sometimes for us, prayer becomes a means to an end: getting what we ask for.  We can add worship and praise and all other sorts of service and if the purpose in our hearts is getting, we still fall short of the greatest blessing.  God can and does meet us at all levels of understanding and service.  What he wants us to get to is, instead of a means to an end, He wants us to get to the end of the means; i.e. He wants us to get to the end of our trying, end of our performing, and realize that all the doing to get has been completed in Christ.  He was and is the means to the end: our restored fellowship with our Creator.  All we have left is communion! Conversation! Connectedness! Through Him we have togetherness with God and each other through Jesus Christ.  All the prayer requests and Worship and etc. become the banter of lovers as we spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;Sondra was worried how our relationship would be different when we were both arrived in heaven.  We would no longer be "married or given in marriage".  I told her I believed that we would be no less close and no less connected than we were now, but the difference would be, the spiritual intimacy we have only with spouses now, will be with all our brothers and sisters in Christ, not in some perverted way, but in a connectedness of understanding and sharing that would allow us to communicate with a new intimacy.  Our relationship wouldn't suffer loss in heaven; it’s just that what we had here is a fore taste of Glory Divine.  So many barriers of race, color, sex, history, will be broken down.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her!  I miss what we had!  I communicate with no one the way we communicated.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven; I can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-78560400339149377?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/ITaDshssWOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/78560400339149377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=78560400339149377" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/78560400339149377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/78560400339149377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/ITaDshssWOk/means-to-end-or-end-of-our-means.html" title="The Means to an End, or the End of our Means?" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/12/means-to-end-or-end-of-our-means.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8CQ3s6fCp7ImA9WBBWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-7412804654433210421</id><published>2006-12-12T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:27:42.514-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-12T13:27:42.514-08:00</app:edited><title>Operation Christmas Child</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KWGMdI7Uc6fJNu4MaR8usvfWdIc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KWGMdI7Uc6fJNu4MaR8usvfWdIc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7663/3460/1600/Operation%20Christmas%20Child.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7663/3460/1600/Operation%20Christmas%20Child.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to volunteer last night for Operation Christmas Child!  We met at the warehouse off Nations Ford Road and Checked and stacked thousands of shoe boxes headed for India!&lt;br /&gt;There were at least 3 different groups from our church represented!  It is so neet to be part of a church that has helped out so much with such a worthwhile world wide ministry.&lt;br /&gt;So much of our Church expeirience gets "spiritualized" or only meets the tangible nature of things when it comes to monetary gifts, etc. &lt;br /&gt;It is so great to be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;get physical&lt;/span&gt; (at risk of borrowing a secular phrase) with our spirituality and directly help meet the physical needs of a ministry.&lt;br /&gt;My old pastor used to say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd rather wear out than rust out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little chilly in that warehouse, but once we started moving those boxes around, it was amazing how quickly the temperature went up!  So, if you're goiing over to volunteer, wear layers so you've got something to shed!  I've heard so many people complain about their sleeping pills not working.  Well, three hours of stacking boxes worketh better than a medicine!  I usually don't have any trouble getting to sleep, but this past year I wake up and drift off several times a night.  Last night I pretty much slept through.  If you're interested in helping at Operation Christmas Child this year, you had better get over there.  I'll bet Sue Pruit could answer any questions you might have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-7412804654433210421?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/e2RtC9jhsn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/7412804654433210421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=7412804654433210421" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/7412804654433210421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/7412804654433210421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/e2RtC9jhsn8/operation-christmas-child.html" title="Operation Christmas Child" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/12/operation-christmas-child.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAASHkzeip7ImA9WBBXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-8321196698817728807</id><published>2006-11-21T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:59:09.782-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-22T08:59:09.782-08:00</app:edited><title>I Don't Know Much About Mr. Haggard, But . . .</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U2SPBQ-CD6SEoI5ABUSjFPzyzd0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U2SPBQ-CD6SEoI5ABUSjFPzyzd0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U2SPBQ-CD6SEoI5ABUSjFPzyzd0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U2SPBQ-CD6SEoI5ABUSjFPzyzd0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;When a Brother Falls . . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It’s easy to point the finger,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Even easier to wag the head,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But unless we learn their lesson,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It might be us instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For when we judge our brother&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Instead of judging his sin,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;We’re falling right into the trap,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And Satan’s won again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The Stronger should help the weaker,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Fallen need help getting up,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If this we will remember,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Satan’s plans we will disrupt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“For ye who are without sin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Start casting the first stone,”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And before you know what’s happening&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You’re standing all alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So drop the stone from your hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And instead of walking away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Drop to your knees beside the one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Who can wash the sins away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Jesus wants the entire world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To come to his repentance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And he can wash away your sins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Before I finish this sentence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So, become your brother’s keeper,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And set him on his feet,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Making your tomorrow brighter,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When his sins you don’t repeat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;By TJR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-8321196698817728807?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/Vp5ZLxqdMKM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/8321196698817728807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=8321196698817728807" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/8321196698817728807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/8321196698817728807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/Vp5ZLxqdMKM/when-brother-falls.html" title="I Don't Know Much About Mr. Haggard, But . . ." /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-brother-falls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FQnw4fCp7ImA9WBBXEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-4851567447675457016</id><published>2006-11-20T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:00:13.234-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-20T07:00:13.234-08:00</app:edited><title>Remembering Sondra</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6zj3AfWMlD8dM4q0oOmGloeD4Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6zj3AfWMlD8dM4q0oOmGloeD4Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6zj3AfWMlD8dM4q0oOmGloeD4Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6zj3AfWMlD8dM4q0oOmGloeD4Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know, next to meeting Christ and developing a relationship with Him and His people,&lt;br /&gt;Sondra has been the next greatest thing in my life.  The intimacy of spirit where you both understand and are understood creates such a oneness that living any other way is loneliness in comparison.  Although death did part us, it is difficult to let go.  One tries to hold on to memories lest they be forever forgotten.  That is one reason I started the blog "Remembering Sondra".  The best way to release my mind is to record it.  And I want to share her.  Keep checking back, it will grow.  And please, add comments about her if you knew her.  I'm sure Lily will enjoy any stories you may share.  She loves stories about her Mommie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rememberingsondra.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-place-i-want-to-remember-my.html#links"&gt;Remembering Sondra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-4851567447675457016?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/emhiLd3XIk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/4851567447675457016/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=4851567447675457016" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/4851567447675457016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/4851567447675457016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/emhiLd3XIk8/remembering-sondra.html" title="Remembering Sondra" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/11/remembering-sondra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGSHYzeyp7ImA9WBBQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-8660414496496659834</id><published>2006-11-17T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:22:09.883-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-17T14:22:09.883-08:00</app:edited><title>". . . to know we're not alone!"</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2JKEf_6YWn-yBLeSIhA9ZO8AIk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2JKEf_6YWn-yBLeSIhA9ZO8AIk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2JKEf_6YWn-yBLeSIhA9ZO8AIk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2JKEf_6YWn-yBLeSIhA9ZO8AIk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In a movie about C. S. (Jack) Lewis,&lt;br /&gt;he learned from a student a statement:&lt;br /&gt;"We Read to Know We are  Not Alone"&lt;br /&gt;I think that is also true of Blogging: &lt;br /&gt;The reader can identify with the blogger&lt;br /&gt;and realize he isn't alone in his feelings/experiences. &lt;br /&gt;But when there are no comments at the end of our Blog&lt;br /&gt;we still think we are alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-8660414496496659834?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/o_7jDSoBLB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/8660414496496659834/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=8660414496496659834" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/8660414496496659834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/8660414496496659834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/o_7jDSoBLB4/to-know-were-not-alone.html" title="&quot;. . . to know we're not alone!&quot;" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-know-were-not-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEMQH08fSp7ImA9WBBWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-116302081798186156</id><published>2006-11-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:58:01.375-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-12T08:58:01.375-08:00</app:edited><title>"Purpose Driven" ain't no Chauffer!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1OcgDSrElABE-kMMrrK4xAN_js/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1OcgDSrElABE-kMMrrK4xAN_js/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1OcgDSrElABE-kMMrrK4xAN_js/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1OcgDSrElABE-kMMrrK4xAN_js/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think there is some confusion among well meaning conservatives about the whole &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Purpose&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Driven&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; initiative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Purpose Driven doesn’t refer to Purpose being the Driver, as in the one in control of a car, as if it was taking the place of the Christ as head of the church or the Holy Spirit as the Leading the church and Christians in general.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Purpose Driven is more the way a car is gear driven or engine driven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The purposes are Biblical and are the mechanisms that God uses to get things done in the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evangelism, Ministry, Fellowship, Worship, and Discipleship:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These need to be present and active in every healthy church, no matter what you call it.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think if this analogy has a Chauffer, it would be the church's pastor.  Because a chauffer doesn't decide which way a car goes, he is a servant and he takes the car where his boss tells him they're going.  After all, it is Christ's church and he left it in charge of the undershepherd: the Pastor.  He communicates with him through the Holy Spirit and His Word, the Holy Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like an analogy I heard the other day:  Many times we find our spiritual boat drifting and we can't seem to steer it correctly!  Well, we aren't supposed to be at the rudder, or the wheel.  We are supposed to be at the oars, cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus don't row boats.  When we set out to work for the Lord, he will give us direction.  We need to work out what he has worked in us, and He will complete it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am I getting close?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me make it clearer, You can't steer a boat that ain't moving.  When we start working the oars, God can guide the boat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tell me what you think, that's what the comment button is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-116302081798186156?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/orCV2Uqor58" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/116302081798186156/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=116302081798186156" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/116302081798186156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/116302081798186156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/orCV2Uqor58/purpose-driven-aint-no-chauffer.html" title="&quot;Purpose Driven&quot; ain't no Chauffer!" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/11/purpose-driven-aint-no-chauffer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIEQ3k4eCp7ImA9WBNaGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-115997878827441811</id><published>2006-10-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:25:02.730-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-10-04T13:25:02.730-07:00</app:edited><title>My little Lily</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oPXvFDIREUqDQJWXGbhrE1NGhW4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oPXvFDIREUqDQJWXGbhrE1NGhW4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oPXvFDIREUqDQJWXGbhrE1NGhW4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oPXvFDIREUqDQJWXGbhrE1NGhW4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/1600/DSCF0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/320/DSCF0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cuttie in the race car bellow is my daughter Lily. She is a handful. When she was born at 2 lbs., I knew she was special, but I didn't understand just how special. The picture above is her and her moma, Sondra, while she was still in the NICU unit at CMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is very smart and understands much, except the difference between children and adults. She considers herself on equal footing in conversations and decision making. This makes for an interesting, all-be-it exhausting day. As of this post, she has just passed the 3 year mark, and is about 24 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's favorite pass-time is stories. She wants you to read her books, or she will give you a list of real and imaginary characters and ask you to tell her a story about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/1600/PA310042touchedup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/320/PA310042touchedup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily also likes to talk alot about Heaven, where her momy is. Ovarian Cancer took her momy away from us last December, and she really wants to see her again. She seems to remember everything we tell her about Heaven, but she continually wants more details. Her questions constantly explore possible meeting places. She accepts that momy can't come back here, but this week she asked: &lt;em&gt;"Can momy come to the beach with us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week she asked: &lt;em&gt;"Can momy come sleep with us if I snuggle up really close to you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also asks: &lt;em&gt;"How is Jesus gonna take us to Heaven, does he have a car?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Pawpaw told her we would just fly up there, to which she replied: &lt;em&gt;"Silly Pawpaw, we're not birds, we can't fly!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told her that Jesus knew how to get us there, and we would all be together one day.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now her question is : "&lt;em&gt;When are we going, Daddy, do you know when?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, a very exhausting day. But I always listen to her questions about Momy and Heaven, and I try to tell her as much as I know. Even with a Master's of Devinity, I'm gonna have to dig deeper into the Bible to stay ahead of her questions. She is not one to take &lt;em&gt;"I'll have to get back to you on that"&lt;/em&gt; as an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our discusion sessions end in &lt;em&gt;"I miss Momy, too!" &lt;/em&gt;Lily is such a good hugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35198323-115997878827441811?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/oifBAipPwOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/115997878827441811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=115997878827441811" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/115997878827441811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/115997878827441811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/oifBAipPwOQ/my-little-lily.html" title="My little Lily" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-little-lily.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQCQXY5eyp7ImA9WBNaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-115947636081525002</id><published>2006-09-28T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:46:00.823-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-09-28T13:46:00.823-07:00</app:edited><title>"The Race"</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1GU2Gi8TXYJ_9uG-RTWViIUOVaM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1GU2Gi8TXYJ_9uG-RTWViIUOVaM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1GU2Gi8TXYJ_9uG-RTWViIUOVaM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1GU2Gi8TXYJ_9uG-RTWViIUOVaM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/1600/100_0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/320/100_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let us run with endurance the race that is set before us," Hebrews 12:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross," Hebrews 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Christ had a post to aim at, a goal he desired, for it says he endured the cross not just for you and me, but for the joy that was set before Him.  He had an assignment from the Father!  He knew his purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each have a race set before us, and I believe when we understand clearly the race that is set before us by God, we will find joy in the running of it that will inspire and motivate us beyond our wildest dreams!  Run, Forest, Run!  Run, Lily Run!  Run, Mike, Run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-115947636081525002?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/pc6k9CgRS-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/115947636081525002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=115947636081525002" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/115947636081525002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/115947636081525002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/pc6k9CgRS-g/race.html" title="&quot;The Race&quot;" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/09/race.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBQ388eyp7ImA9WBNaGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35198323.post-115947258152580888</id><published>2006-09-28T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:07:32.173-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-10-04T13:07:32.173-07:00</app:edited><title>What does "POST" mean to you?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8u2saZ1Ef9M0btMnGOCNHjtKZs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8u2saZ1Ef9M0btMnGOCNHjtKZs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8u2saZ1Ef9M0btMnGOCNHjtKZs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8u2saZ1Ef9M0btMnGOCNHjtKZs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As I start my first post, I can't help but think about how so many words today have taken on so many meanings. The word "post" can be like a sign post, Post Toasties (cereal), an athletic term in basketball, a re-stickable note (PostIt!), something coming after (Post Tramatic Stress Disorder, PTSD), a goal post in football, a US Mail term, a term for putting information on your Blog . . .&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night, I was listening to a young preacher (Jason) preach at a revival (Chestnut Ridge Baptist Church-Pastor Richard Brown) who shared about how his grandfather had used a post at the end of each row to keep the rows straight as he plowed with the tractor. Grandpaw had to take a break and put his grandson in the driver seat. He instructed his Jason to loop around the post at the end of the row and then plow straight for the post at the oposite end. All he needed was focus. Some good lessons are in that story, not to mention some funny ones about when Jason lost focus in that driver seat.&lt;br /&gt;The text was Hebrews 12.&lt;br /&gt;As I begin this, my first post, &lt;strong&gt;I hope and pray that words I share here can help those who read them &lt;em&gt;focus &lt;/em&gt;on &lt;em&gt;Christ&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Cross of Calvary&lt;/em&gt;, and that they will be able to plow some straight rows, sow some good seed, and we will all rejoice at the harvest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eve&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/1600/PB100055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2328/3912/320/PB100055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nts of this past year have made it very dificlut to focus.  Instead of plowing a field, I feel more like Hansel and Gretyl dropping bread crumbs that the birds are devouring behind me.  Yet, I know that even though we may be seperated from those we love for a time, there is nothing that can seperate a child of God from the Love of the Father.  Please keep Lily and myself in your prayers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35198323-115947258152580888?l=deacontim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~4/aNThtgcj07o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://deacontim.blogspot.com/feeds/115947258152580888/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35198323&amp;postID=115947258152580888" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/115947258152580888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35198323/posts/default/115947258152580888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeacontimserveTheLordWithGladness/~3/aNThtgcj07o/what-does-post-mean-to-you.html" title="What does &quot;POST&quot; mean to you?" /><author><name>Timothy Rohm</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100873233186970776880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nu6tkuUCS9o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Xlclj26CHE4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://deacontim.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-does-post-mean-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

