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term="progress" /><category term="conductor" /><title>Pics-MPhoto, Family Photography, Wemyss Bay.</title><subtitle type="html">This Blog and Photo site is constantly under review and change, but aims to provide a pleasant mix of personal opinions (from a mainstream Christian worldview), comments and Photos. I enjoy Landscape and Family Photography and am Disclosure Scotland Compliant. Email me at picsmphoto@gmail.com or see my open photo gallery at www.picasaweb.google.co.uk/picsmphoto/ for more information and images.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.pics-mphoto.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pics-mphoto.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9161595215081178268/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>email: picsmphoto@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265489779652848373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdAyusQjrMA/S23chxeJIlI/AAAAAAAABRU/nyqKOFJQ2o4/S220/2007_1110Rainbow0001a+LowRes.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</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/Pics-m_photoFamilyPhotographyWemyssBay" /><feedburner:info uri="pics-m_photofamilyphotographywemyssbay" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Pics-m_photoFamilyPhotographyWemyssBay</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACQn46eyp7ImA9WhVTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9161595215081178268.post-7425255118289745525</id><published>2012-02-25T12:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-25T12:42:43.013Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-25T12:42:43.013Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="but" /><title>But</title><content type="html">&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.4940074921440837" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But  you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of  the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God. 1 Cor 6:11 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s  that small word ‘but’ that gets me. If you look at the few verses  before this one, Paul lists some of the sins which the Corinthian church  folks had been involved in, and it is a list well worth reading! From  serious sexual sins to loose talk, or slander. Paul’s contention was  that although these were sins which had been accepted as ‘normal’ in  Corinth at the time, having been saved, they were to be different. Hence  the ‘but’ at the start of the verse quoted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  get the impression Paul may have been a bit frustrated or impatient  with his readership. He expected better from them, and made it clear  that God expects no less. Here was a church, who did not fully know what  they were saved from. Do we know what we have been saved from? I had an  interesting conversation on this subject recently, because I was saved  at the age of eight. Now what sins can an eight year old boy get into?  Not many, and certainly not the kind listed in Paul’s letter to Corinth.  But I can tell you one thing clearly. I knew that something had  happened inside me. I prayed a simple prayer, and God answered it  simply. As a result, I believe that I was ‘saved’ or ‘protected’ from  sins in my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As  time passes by, the types of sins which confronted this old New  Testament church, also face us today. In fact in many ways it is so much  easier to fail nowadays, and fall from God’s favour. God still loves  us, but we are bombarded on every side by temptation. Never before have  we had to face such a difficult time of decision to follow God’s way, or  the lifestyle shown on TV, the internet, the cinema, the billboard,  even our newspapers and magazines. The first century church didn’t have  these same modern means, but they had the same temptations to face that  we have nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Question:  How would we respond, if Paul faced us with the same situation? Would  it be a frustrated “‘but’ you were washed”, or would it be the more  positive “‘and’ you were washed”? What a difference between these two  words, and what a completely different witness to those around us. May  we be worthy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-7425255118289745525?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There  are many sad verses in the Bible, and this is one of them. I still  remember a searing sermon on this passage, preached by one of my early  pastors, David J Tarrant. The message was not lost on me even as a young  teenager. On another level, we all engage in some form of persuasion  through our lives. As children, we need to be persuaded to eat our  greens, and now as parents we try to pass the lesson on. Later on, we do  our best to persuade an employer that we are the best person to fill  that position. Then of course, we spend all sorts of time, effort and  money to convince a very special person that they should feel right  about spending the rest of their life with you. Probably the most  important piece of persuasion you will do at a human level, and with the  longest lasting consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Of  course, the spiritual parallel is that we should be doing our best in  word, lifestyle, and action to persuade others that “Christ’s way is the  best way”! We are not always successful, but take heart because there  was no better speaker in his day than Paul himself, and even he failed  to convince Agrippa. Or to be fair on Paul, he did all he could, but  faced someone with a strong will and opinion of his own, and after  hearing the words of Paul, still decided against becoming a Christian.  It’s a prime example of free will in operation, and is still in use  today. We are not responsible for someone else’s salvation, only for  presenting the gospel in a persuasive way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To  me, that is not the sad part. It is not that Agrippa didn’t accept the  persuasive argument put across by Paul, it’s the ‘almost’ word. Paul was  so close, and Agrippa was so very near to a life changing decision. Who  knows how the course of history could have been altered if Agrippa had  said yes? In the end, Paul did what he could, and the king exercised his  free will, and the rest, as they say, is history. So, don’t be put off  by apparently not being able to get through to friends and family. You  are doing your part, and they are exercising their God given (yes, God  given) right to refuse, or at least delay that all important decision.  We have no record that Agrippa ever had the opportunity to consider the  question again, but while we can, we should keep trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Somehow  I don’t think Paul would ever have given up on Agrippa, so we should  not give up on our prayer burdens either. As Paul also put it in another  epistle:&lt;i&gt; Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my  presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; with fear and trembling. Philippians 2:12 (KJV)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-2413265586699316739?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2tRV7QTVDQLg_Sh4KJJdc17Jho/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2tRV7QTVDQLg_Sh4KJJdc17Jho/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pics-m_photoFamilyPhotographyWemyssBay/~4/DkjwLLCaY_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.pics-mphoto.com/feeds/2413265586699316739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.pics-mphoto.com/2012/02/persuasion.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9161595215081178268/posts/default/2413265586699316739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9161595215081178268/posts/default/2413265586699316739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pics-m_photoFamilyPhotographyWemyssBay/~3/DkjwLLCaY_k/persuasion.html" title="Persuasion" /><author><name>email: picsmphoto@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265489779652848373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdAyusQjrMA/S23chxeJIlI/AAAAAAAABRU/nyqKOFJQ2o4/S220/2007_1110Rainbow0001a+LowRes.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.pics-mphoto.com/2012/02/persuasion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFQ3Y9fyp7ImA9WhRaGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9161595215081178268.post-9069586123463375134</id><published>2012-02-21T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-21T12:40:12.867Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T12:40:12.867Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ahead" /><title>Going Before</title><content type="html">&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.4786704079693921" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave  you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.  &amp;nbsp;Dueteronomy 31:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There  is more than one way of ‘going before’, and I am not just referring to a  loved one going on to heaven before us. When our children are younger,  and you want to protect, or ease their fears, you go before them into  the situation. Simply put it could be just going into a dark room, and  putting the light on before they enter the darkness. That eases their  worry, because the light shows that it is safe now. It might be when  they are learning to swim, and the parent shows them that they can trust  the water to hold them up. You go before them to show by example. These  are common, everyday situations, used everyday by all parents to make  their child’s growing up years not so scary. You have been there and  have ‘gone before’ to show the way. You were there and visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  have become more and more aware of role reversal in my life as I get  older. God in His infinite wisdom has granted me the priviledge of being  a Dad to two wise and terrific daughters. Lately, I have been amazed at  how much I learn from their faith, and words of encouragement. Our God  is a great God, and he has gone before me once again.... Oh yes, the  other kind of ‘going before! Look at the verse again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  was never quite sure about the old chorus, “Standing somewhere in the  shadows, you’ll find Jesus”. I figured if He was there why be just out  of sight in the shadows of my life? But what about the thought that  Jesus is already away ahead of us, and is ‘going before’ our ‘now’ and  is already ‘in’ our future? Out of the normal time sphere, and into the  weeks and months ahead? What if God is already working on our behalf,  and in our interests by being ahead of our circumstance, in the future,  and sorting things out so that by the time we get there, things will be  the way that are best for us? Made that way by a loving Father? Wow,  what an amazing God we have. Going ‘Back to the Future’ is for movies.  We have a God who is already IN our future. That just blows my mind.  Thanks, Karen for the timely reminder. Boy, am I blessed? Yes, twice  over. God is good!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-9069586123463375134?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Now  it has also been announced that senior staff members from major  departments of the ‘Sun’ have been arrested over corruption allegations  involving bribes to the Police force. The Sun stands for all that is  wrong with society in the UK, and sadly has the largest readership of  all printed media. Page 3 was paraded under the guise of ‘entertainment’  as they printed scandal and innuendo while keeping their readership  with their so called campaigning journalism. For my part I can see no  reason for any self respecting person buying this trash. Now they are  talking about replacing the ‘News of the World’ with another title from  the same stable, called ‘Sun on Sunday’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Maybe  I am not making myself clear, and you might not grasp my feelings too  well. The UK would be better off without these rags on the news stands. I  for one have had enough of journalism which feeds on other people’s  misfortunes, and does not report news, but tries to BE the news. In fact  without naming any other titles, I can think of more I would like to  get rid of. Maybe, just maybe, there is some justice after all. While  the critics bleat about the loss of ‘free print’ (not free speech) I am  celebrating the present trouble, and hope for a good and wholesome  outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Strangely,  I have heard a defence given for these rags. Things like: the  crossword, the sports page, and the celebrity gossip. None of these  defenders mentioned the whole reason for their existence... news! If you  want to get the news, you do not read the Sun, nor did you buy the News  of the World, so can we stop the hypocrisy and let both these papers  die the death they deserve? Of course, all we have to do is stop buying  them. Now what are the chances of that in our immoral, secular United  Kingdom? Oh well, I can dream, can’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-6428507548126699279?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that you even give them the time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That you check up on them every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;looking in on them to see how they're doing? Job 7:17 (Msg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Job  was having a bad day, and it was showing. Read the rest of this chapter  in the Message Translation, and you will find that Job has a right  ding-dong with God, and doesn’t mince his words either. The cheek of Job  shaking his finger at the Almighty Creator of the universe, and yet he  forgets himself for a while and takes out all his pent up grief on the  one who is love, and who deserves Job’s anger least- God. Ok so Job is  having a really bad time, and lost everything except his own life, but  why take it out on God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Can  you not see yourself in the words of Job? Have you never questioned  God, or badgered Him because your life has not followed the course you  wanted, or thought you deserved? Being honest, I know I have, and  sometimes still do. Is that a sign of a lack of faith? I don’t think so,  but it is a sign of my frustration and annoyance that God hasn’t  handled my problems well enough either. Job didn’t have anyone else to  lay his troubles on. His three friends were no good to him, and we have  come to know them as “Job’s Comforters”. Useless in a crisis. We can’t  really come down hard on Job, because he couldn’t ring up the  ‘Samaritans’ or some counselling service. he was on his own. Except for  God that is, so what does he do? He lays into God like He was one of his  friends who would care. Exactly. God was his closest friend, and way  down deep he knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  lesson is this: When things go wrong big time, and you don’t have a  friend to talk to who would understand, then shout at God! He will take  it, and not turn it back on you in some form or revenge attack. He is  your friend, and the best one you will ever have, so give it both  barrels. It’s not irreverent. It’s not out of place. It’s called prayer.  The difference is that we don’t see it that way because it isn’t worded  in the usual ‘churchy’ phrases. However, like Job, we can all tell the  difference between the shallow surface level ‘churchy phrased’ prayers,  and a gutteral cry from the depths of the heart, to the only person who  truly understands, and who can also keep your secret. My true friend,  and yours too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-5642880085530681389?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No  sooner was Rangers Football Club’s financial problems made public, the  ‘other’ fans were busy making hay on the social networking site,  Facebook. In a little bit of fun (they say), but a whole lot of vitriol,  they laugh and jeer their way to making themselves sick at the thought  of their hated enemy being reported as broke, and in administration. The  phrase “Celtic fans dancing on Rangers Football Club’s grave” comes to  mind, and has been used many times recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  had naively thought that the clubs and supporters, helped by the  Scottish Government, were getting on top of the blight of Scottish  football, namely bigotry, but I have been misled badly. The fans don’t  really want a peace pact, or a truce, or a cessation of hostilities.  They want to taste the ‘blood’ (not literally, of course) of their sworn  enemy’s failure at any level, and on any battlefield. The football  pitch, or the courtroom, it doesn’t really matter. It’s at times like  this I am ashamed to be a Scot in the middle of bigots who can’t see it.  And please don’t tell me it’s only the ‘traditions’ of the clubs which  are being protected, and no real harm is intended or done. The hatred  spouted doesn’t just come from fans, but also from ‘ordinary’ people who  don’t go to any games. Could the reason possibly be that the deep  seated religious bigotry of Rangers and Celtic ‘supporters’ just needs a  spark to ignite it into a flame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Apparently  Tax avoidance, and other money troubles affect many other Scottish  Football Clubs, so maybe it is only a matter of time before Celtic  Football Club suffers a similar fate. Then by a twist of fate, if BOTH  clubs were to go to the wall and cease to trade, maybe Scottish football  and society would be the better for their absence. Think of the  benefits: Less spouse abuse after a bad game, fewer frightened children,  less alcohol fuelled violence, fewer admissions to A&amp;amp;E, ‘real  football’ fans going to their local match, and not travelling 300 miles  to soak up the ‘tradition’, and a Police Force who can concentrate on  other crime, instead of keeping fans apart by colour coding. But most of  all, maybe a real and serious chance to put our national shame of  bigotry behind us, slowly, slowly, slowly. Ok, I can hear you shout that  there are other Clubs around the UK who are also sectarian and bigoted  in nature, but in Scotland we have a place to start. I hope we can use  this opportunity to forge a new direction and make a change to our  national disgrace. It’s overdue, and we desperately need it. Our  grandchildren will thank us for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“There are none so blind as those who WILL NOT see”. (Matthew Henry 1662-1714 and still true)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-1147508559778386632?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;None  of us can sit in judgement, as we are all subject to temptations of all  kinds. The higher up the success ladder you get, the greater these  temptations become, and the more likely you are to succumb. From humble  beginnings in her local church choir where her obvious talent was  nurtured by singing to her Lord, this same girl grew into the woman who  died as a result of many wrong decisions taken along the way. It didn’t  all happen overnight, and she certainly would not have seen it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sin  (now there’s an old fashioned word) grows on us slowly, so that we  barely recognise the downward spiral. Satan (there’s another old  fashioned word) knows exactly how to push our buttons to get us to  believe that the temptation we feel isn’t exactly such a bad thing after  all. Cast your mind back to the account of Adam and Eve in Genesis.  Wasn’t it the serpent who suggested that the forbidden fruit wasn’t such  a bad thing to have after all? That same sin which has affected us all  since, was entertained by our original parents only after a mild  suggestion. It was not a great big temptation in their eyes, and the sin  was easily rationalised. Make no mistake, the devil works the same way  today, and gets the same results. In that respect, we are no different  from Whitney Houston. My message is to guard your faith well, because it  is constantly under attack, no matter the talents you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-5352789326437148971?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He  is described as ‘lost’ and a ‘prodigal’ who wasted his life with the  pigs in the sty, where he was so low he ate with the animals. Having  been born into a wealthy, stately home, this was quite a climb down. We  are told his father loved him, and after all, he ran to meet him  eventually. Did he go into the sty to get him? No. Did he try to  persuade his son out of the mess with fine searching words? No. The  father’s actions only started after one thing which was done by the son,  and that timing was not known to the father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  son was always just that. A son. He was never anything else, and it  didn’t matter where he was, or in what condition. He was still a son in  his father’s eyes. Demanding his inheritance, and wasting the money did  not change the fact that he was still his father’s son. The only person  who didn’t always see it, or feel it &amp;nbsp;was the son! Ironic, isn’t it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To  me, the application became clearer. I am my Father’s son, my Heavenly  Father’s son, and it doesn’t matter what I get myself into, or how I  treat my Father, I am still His son! He only needs me to realise  something, or to be more precise, to do something. What was it that  prompted the prodigal father’s action? It was the fact that the lost son  had to realise he was lost, and then these words, which I love, “He  came to himself”! He realised that his Father loved him, although not  sure of his welcome, but he started for home anyway. You know the rest  of the story. He is accepted into the family as a full heir and  confirmed as the son he always was, with all the forgiveness and love  that his father can give him. No doubt, no second thoughts, no fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;My  lesson is not in the homecoming, although that is great, but in the  realisation that the prodigal son (still a son) “came to himself”, as a  personal decision, and a self realisation. No music. No fanfare. No  sermon. His choice. The music and the words already had their time in  his life. Now it was his responsibility to respond, and he knew it. He  “came to his senses” and his father immediately responded. I wonder what  it will take to bring us to the same place? I trust it is not one of  those ‘pig sty’ experiences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-3510547197642002194?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  recent story of the stricken cruise liner, ‘Costa Concordia’ shows the  first type of harm clearly. A big rock breaches the hull, which results  in the ship taking in water at a fast rate. It is seen immediately, and  cannot be ignored. Of course the initial reason for the disaster was the  fact that the captain went off course, and did not stick to the map  instructions. In any event, there is hardly enough time to abandon ship,  and in the process people are injured, and some died. There was hardly  any time to react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Then  there is the slow leak which is ignored at first, because there are  other more pressing problems on board, so life goes on as usual. In the  meantime, while the passengers and staff are partying, the small leak  ruptures without warning, and the ship starts to list badly and goes  down. The big difference this time, is that there was a warning, but a  warning which went unheeded. The end result is the same. The ship  founders and goes down, taking some passengers with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  wonder if we are good at seeing the warning signs? Are we good at  recognising the need to do something? Will we rush to the lifeboats  alone, and abandon ship, or will we look for someone else we can save  before it is too late? The parallels are uncannily similar between the  ‘Costa Concordia’ and some churches. I wonder where we stand, and what  kind of passenger we really are? How interested are we that our ‘ship’  stays afloat, and keeps ‘Sailing Home’? I was struck by our Pastor’s  Annual Report, and the verse he quoted from the Message translation of  Phil 2:1-2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“If  you’ve gotten anything at all out of following Christ, if His love has  made any difference in your life, if being in a community of the Spirit  means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you care, then do me a  favour: agree with each other, love each other, be deep spirited  friends”.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;30  years ago, in 1982, I heard a sermon by Godly Pastor Bob Andress, in  First Church of the Nazarene, Raleigh, North Carolina, titled “This Too  Shall Pass”, and I have remembered it since. Pastors, don’t ever  underestimate the words you preach. They are God given and Inspired, and  for a purpose. Maybe for very few in the congregation that day, but you  always know when a sermon is just for you. I have had a fair few in my  time, and this was one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  application (I always like there to be some kind of application to my  life) is obvious. The bad time you are going through will not last for  ever. It will pass, just as all the other difficult times before this,  have passed. Going through a tough time is not just for a few  Christians. We all go through bad times, although some are worse than  others, but there is one common thread which links them. They will pass,  eventually, just like before. Now and again this sermon hits me fresh,  as if I am hearing the truth for the first time, and I am left reassured  in the grace of a loving Abba Father God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This  also reminds me of the old Southern preacher whose sermon was titled,  “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming”. Again the application is clear. The  disciples wondered what had hit them when their Lord and Master had been  crucified, but at the time they didn’t realise that Sunday was coming,  and with it the resurrection. They didn’t know, but we do! Bad days and  troubled times don’t last forever, so keep on keeping the faith, and  remember and believe that ‘Sunday is coming’, and ‘This too shall pass’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s  30 years later, and I’m about ready to believe in the truth of that old  sermon again. How about you? I will leave you with a poem by Helen  Steiner Rice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This Too Shall Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If I can endure for this minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Whatever is happening to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No matter how heavy my heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Or how dark the moment may be-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If I can remain calm and quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;With all the world crashing about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Secure in the knowledge God loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;When everyone else seems to doubt me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If I can but keep on believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What I know in my heart to be true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That darkness will fade with the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And that this will pass away, too-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Then nothing in life can defeat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For as long as this knowledge remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I can suffer whatever is happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For I know God will break all of the chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That are binding me tight in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And trying to fill me with fear-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For there is no night without dawning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And I know that my morning is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;...Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-1791685601799783894?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This  woman used Jesus, but in a good way. She knew from reputation, that He  might be her last and only hope. She was willing to take the chance, at  the expense of her own reputation, so she acted. It might have gone  wrong, but she was at the end of her rope, and took the biggest risk of  her life, and yes, it paid off. She got what she wanted most in her  life. She was a user, and was healed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thinking  about it, we all get used in some way, and at some time, and sometimes  for good, even if we don’t think of it that way. A baby ‘uses’ his/her  mother for food and security, and the mother doesn’t mind. In fact she  loves being used! As your family grows, your teenage kids will ‘use’  parents to ferry them around, do their laundry, clean their rooms,  defend them before school teachers, and other parents, and these parents  don’t mind being ‘used’. They love it. When we marry the person of our  dreams, and are ‘used’ to do and get what our loved one wants, we do it  willingly, and yes, we love it! So, being ‘used’ can be a good thing and  also a very bad thing, and both will move our thoughts and actions to  polar extremes. We will either end up loved/loving, or hated/hating.  There seems to be no middle ground when you open yourself up to using  someone, or being used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;However,  in my opinion only, the worst kind of being ‘used’ is when you are  convinced that you are doing good, and with the right motives, only to  discover that you were being ‘used’ a bit like a drug addict uses  someone to get what they want, and you are only a part of the process.  In general, these ‘users’ do not see themselves as such, but only doing  what they see as necessary to achieve their goal, whether it be drugs,  or anything else for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This  all raises an important question (I like to leave you with a question),  does the end always/sometimes/never justify the means? Answers by  ‘using’ the comments box (that’s another good use).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-8866466080435776262?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Back  to the question. “What makes you go quiet”? When everything is stripped  back, and you run out of options and complaints, where do you go? What  do you think and feel? If you are like most people, you will go quiet.  Usually, when you finally realise that things have gotten out of your  control, and you realise you don’t have any influence on a particular  situation after all. In my example, it was health. There are other  issues which could make us go quiet, things like, poor finances, family  difficulty, a confidence given, big decisions which will affect the rest  of your life, a crisis of faith. Yes, even a crisis of faith. There may  be others that you are dealing with, and have made you go quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What did Jesus say about our problems? I went back to His words in John 14 v1-3 as He comforted His disciples: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“Do  not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in  me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have  told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go  and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me  that you also may be where I am”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  was struck with two things which Jesus said, and maybe what He didn’t  say. He pointed to our belief in God, and then He went straight to a  place after our problems, to a statement of eternal safety and security.  I love the description of the Father’s house. There is room for all who  trust, and a place where our troubles fade into insignificance. Even  when we go quiet, and carry some burden alone. I notice that Jesus  didn’t give us any solutions on this side of Heaven. That may also be  due to the fact that many people will carry something that makes them go  quiet, to the grave, where they will be safe, forgiven and forgotten.  For reasons I don’t know or understand, it seems we are only encouraged  to trust in God, and look ahead! That’s a real act of faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-4693906551121766819?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With the best intentions, ‘Mum’ was trying to help by  telling her girl she didn’t need to worry, but the problem was that Mum  was one of the biggest worriers herself. The advice was misjudged, and  is now a bit of fun family folklore! Can you relate to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Matthew chapter 6 has these words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But  store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do  not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your  treasure is, there your heart will be also. And then this....“Therefore  I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink;  or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and  the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not  sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds  them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by  worrying add a single hour to your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; I have come to love this chapter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s  kind of hard not to worry in these days given the economic climate, the  state of the decaying morality in high places, our own health, and the  health of those we love, the downward spiral of a once trusted  government, and the list could go on. It is a very strange and special  person who is not touched at one time by some situation or circumstance,  which pushes us through concern and anxiety, right to worry itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We  live in a nice, cosy, theoretical church and personal faith place,  where we never have to put our faith to the test in anything big. So,  how about putting theory into practice in a safe thing like our worry?  Chances are the things you and I worry about are not life threatening,  or even close. So, let’s have another look at Jesus words in Matthew  Chapter 6, and see if we can prove them to be right? Ready?...  OK....GO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-7704646164347928955?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On that theme,  one of the great differences, even divisions, between Bible believing  scholars is the doctrine of eternal security. This is neatly shrunk into  the phrase, ‘once saved always saved’, which is in contrast to the  other side of the coin which is that you can be saved at one time, and  yet ultimately lost. To put it another way, you can lose your salvation,  or to be more accurate, relinquish it by choice (your choice, not  God’s). The favourite verses in support of the ‘once saved’ thinking is  found in Romans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For  I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,  neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor  depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us  from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38,39  (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  love the concept of being secure in the love of God, but am I  untouchable? Can I choose to opt out of that security? I notice that the  verse talks about nothing being able to separate us from the love of  God. It does not talk about our salvation. It is easy to understand the  eternal love of God, and our own pastor has just finished a series on  the love chapter of 1 Cor 13, and what a series of inspiring insights.  It is not just that God is a God OF love, but He IS love. I like that.  But does God’s constant love to me absolve me from my own  responsibilities? Can I stray away from God’s love? No, but can I stray  away from my God given responsibilities? Yes, I think I can, and so  bring a level of judgement on myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What do you think Jesus meant in Luke Chapter 9v62?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plough and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” Luke 9:62 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Since  all scripture is inspired, we cannot ignore either of these verses, or  any other for that matter, so it would do us well to take note of them.  Here’s another one to think about: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I have fought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; the good fight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I have finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; the race, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I have kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;  the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness,  which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and  not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. 2 Tim  4:7,8 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  see the key words in this verse as our responsibility, and I think  Timothy agrees. Words like, ‘fought’ and ‘finished’, and ‘kept’. These  are for us to work on, and strive for during our life here on earth. We  only have this life to do that, and we should recognise and embrace the  opportunity and challenge. So, during this race, are we happy to be  watching, or running? Remember the old saying, which the old saint Ella  Barclay reminded us of often, “Only one life, ‘twill soon be past, only  what’s done for Jesus will last”. Let’s live as though we believed it,  and keep our eternal accounts short! Once saved, always saved? I am not  sure about the doctrine, but I do know I have to take responsibility for  my own eternal destination, and not rely on a commitment decision I  made over 50 years ago as a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-2871454491251112320?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They didn’t shout at us for making a noise, or getting excited. They had come through a war, and were just glad that their ‘babies’ were able to grow into troublesome schoolkids, and hopefully young men, and women. They knew the way it could have been, and could do little to change the course of history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not so the kids! We had a way out. If we were playing chase, or hide and seek, or kick the can, and we thought we were caught out either early or unfairly, we were allowed (under the rules of play) to put our thumbs up and shout ‘Keys’, or in my case the local word was ‘Bawlees’ (no, I don’t understand the word either) and this allowed us to play on as if we hadn’t been caught that time. It was a way out of our problem. How good it would be if we could do that in real life now, as older and more mature citizens, but we can’t. That was just a childish game, and there is no way we can put our thumbs up now, as adults, and shout ‘Keys’, or I have had enough. I have been caught out either unfairly or early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hold on. Don’t we believe in the God of the second chance? Didn’t Moses, Joseph, Jonah and the apostle Peter all get the chance to put their thumbs up, and a gracious God allowed them to play on in spite of their failings? In each of these cases, and many others recorded in the Bible, the end of the story was so much better, and I would suggest all because they had been given that second chance, and that thankful spirit within drove them on. We know the end of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When (not if) you feel at the end of your rope, and can’t go on the way things are, put your thumbs up, say sorry (or in church terms, repent), and allow God to forgive your failing, and then you can carry on, so that the end of the story can be made right, better and clear. That may be important, first of all for you, but also for others who had been watching on the sidelines wondering how it would all end. Yes, I believe in the God of the second chance, and have had to use it myself. Haven’t you? Or maybe you need to play your ‘keys’ right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-5697300610979572413?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It wasn’t his fault he lost out on love, and his tiny, scrawny, emaciated body wasn’t found in time to save him. Not his fault that he had been left in his own waste, among cider bottles and the trappings of a drug crazed mother. Not his fault for being here in the first place. Unwanted at birth and unnoticed at death, hidden away in his personal prison for months to stop the abuse being seen and reported by anyone who might have got into the house where he spent his whole life, and ultimate death, not ever knowing what love was. The love of a mother. That’s all it would have taken for the story to be have been so different. Only another ‘dead’ person could fail to be moved by the story of this tragic and short life of this little boy. I would not be the only person who shed a tear when the story of Declan Hainey was finally told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mums, if you are reading this, don’t ever fall into the trap of thinking your contribution to your children’s lives is without worth, or that nobody notices or cares. Our society has sold us on the notion that motherhood is something less than it is. You are strange unless you are a ‘working mother’ and being productive, as if raising children is not a valuable activity and calling, in its own right. I would suggest that there is no higher calling on this earth, than the unfailing love of a Mum for her child, or children. It surpasses all other forms of love, and I believe is closest to the heart of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Who kisses the hurt away, whether a skint knee, or a wounded heart (at any age)? Who makes sure her children are taught right from wrong, and sets the example? Who brings the family to church faithfully and regularly, and without fanfare? (Yes it is noticed!) Who is best placed to recognise the pain and hurt of another child? Who goes without, in order that her own can have, whether it is clothing, or even food? Who loves enough to scold with a hug and through tears? At whose knees do many children learn to pray, and form a trust in a loving God? There is no substitute for a Godly Mum. Not a mother, because any woman can be a mother, but it takes a special heart to be a ‘Mum’, and some Mums have had a particularly difficult home life of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, for me, where do I find the greatest earthly example of the love of God? In a word, it’s ‘Mum’. Thankfully, very few are like Declan’s ‘carer’ (that was how the court described her, neither mother, nor mum) and thankfully, these are not the norm for motherhood, but it serves to remind us of the greater value of a loving and Godly Mum, whose worth only increases with time, and even to adulthood and beyond. Let’s be ever thankful to God for our Mums. In honour of my own Godly Mum, and Mum to my Godly children. A Godly Mum’s legacy never dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-3009744494965600178?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I don’t want to make a political point here, but I see a clear parallel in our Christian lives and faith. Particularly the Indi Lite option, after all you know where you stand when someone either agrees or disagrees with you, and your belief. Christians or Atheists? The differences are obvious, but what about an equivalent ‘Christ-Lite’ version of faith? Do we see evidence of this around us now? How about this for a thought? Are we trying to be ‘Christ-Like’ or ‘Christ-Lite’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The standard God sets us is high. 1 Peter 1v15 says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; This is no light or easy target. It is a gold standard, but according to the Bible, with God’s help, it is reachable. Do we maybe settle for a ‘Christ-Lite’ version of our faith sometimes, because it suits us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It’s a very personal question, but do you see areas of your life as more ‘Christ Lite’ than ‘Christ Like’? I know I do! The words of Revelation 3v15,16 are given to us as a warning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;”I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Makes me want to work harder at being ‘Christ Like’, how about you? After all, this vote is eternal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-6706052486059051391?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s an active,  deliberate and conscious action to make friends with someone who until  then, has not been a friend. It happens in school, and in the  playground. You know, it’s the point where you think it is a good thing  to try to make someone feel included. Included. That’s a big concept,  and one we as Christians should be good at, after all it is a basic part  of Jesus’ command that we love one another, and love your neighbour  too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There  is another aspect to befriending someone, in that it’s not always your  first choice, and can involve stepping out of your comfort zone. It  means taking that risk, perhaps in the knowledge that your other  ‘friends’ may not agree, or accept your choice in the same way you do,  but they are not the reason you would do it, right? It goes deeper. Can  you go back in your mind to a time when someone took the risk and  befriended you? That person possibly ended up as one of your closest, or  very best friends, or bff (best friends forever for those who do not  know the jargon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  well remember when I was much younger, being given a lesson in the game  of ‘pairs dominos’, when an older and wiser man told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;‘always play the hand you want to get back’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;  Hmmm. We all want someone to be our friend, so all we have to do is be  the friend that we would like someone to be to us. Easy? No. Rewarding?  Yes, and certainly so. Human nature proves it time and again. So next  time there is a new face at church, or you see someone who obviously  ‘needs a friend’, why not do the decent thing and befriend them. You  won’t regret following Jesus’ command and example, that I can guarantee!  After all, Jesus words on the subject are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You are my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; if you do what I command.” John 15:13-14a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-6265349633730443734?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The lyrics are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;See all the wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hear all their desperate cries for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pleading for shelter and for peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Our comrades are suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come let us meet them at their need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't let a wounded soldier die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come let us pour the oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come let us bind their hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's cover them with a blanket of His love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come let us break the bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come let us give them rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's minister to healing to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't let another wounded soldier die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Obeying their orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They fought on the front lines for our King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Capturing the enemy's stronghold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Weakened from battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Satan crept in to steal their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't let a wounded soldier die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘Old soldiers never die, they just fade away’ goes the old saying, and so true. They do their bit in service, then some fall while in action, and we turn our backs on their need for help and comfort. We say we are not able to help, however we certainly can talk about them, but not directly, more at them from a safe distance. Who knows the battle they were fighting when they fell? Were they on a battlefield we had not faced? Are we so safe and secure that we will never fall, or need that same oil poured into our wounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Might I suggest that the title could read, ‘Missing Inaction’? Is it right that we do nothing? The song reminds us that this soldier may just die, and twice! Can we let that happen, or should we at least try to pour some oil, instead of vinegar, on those wounds? But how will I know who they are, I hear you ask? Oh, you will know someone who is hurting. Another clue is they might not be at church recently. I suppose one of my questions is this: Am I happy to let other soldiers do the fighting, while I am sitting in the Officer’s Mess? And anyway, I will go to the funeral, and might even say a few words on their behalf. Is that not enough? For my part, I don’t think so. The wounded soldier might just be you, or me, in the future. As we embark on a new year, I trust and pray this will not be the case, as we keep short accounts with our Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-8597891571565055822?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everyone, without exception, can see the past. It can be pleasant, and a great memory maker which will be relived time and again in the future. Or it can be a year which we wish we could forget, and perhaps forever be painful. The common characteristic for both bad and good things which happen to us, is that they will never be fully forgotten, no matter how hard we try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;However, the past can also be used as a measure of what we could and should do in the future. The coming year doesn’t have to be a repeat of the past one. Even good years can be made better, with God’s help. Making our next year better than the last, needs God’s help even more to guide and help us make our best decisions. So, as we stand on the threshold of this coming year, we can make it better than where we stand now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Making resolutions can be a repetitive thing, re-making last years’ hopes all over again, so why not be different this year and include God in your thinking? Ask for His help in deciding which changes are realistic, and can be achieved, and not just pipe dreams. Maybe some resolutions can be seen as a ‘wish list’ instead of those things we are prepared to work at to make happen. That’s where our faith, and the reality of our relationship with God comes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For me it comes down to a heart felt and sincere prayer for help to make the next year different and better than before, but only made possible with God as my helper. That sincere prayer will stop me from making silly resolutions I can’t possibly keep, and allow me to be a better person as I lean on my Saviour, who is after all, an all powerful source of help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy New Year as you move forward into 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-5273789591970089128?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The shepherds returned... (Luke 2:19,20a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The shepherds went back to work, and the stable was quiet. Mary and Joseph are left to themselves again. Have you ever wondered what was going through their minds? The clue is that Mary ‘pondered’, probably turning over in her mind the events of the past few months, culminating in the birth of her baby boy, and in her eyes, the most beautiful son in the world. She didn’t know all that lay ahead, and for any parent, that can be a blessing, but she was sure of her past. She had been visited by heaven itself, and was sure of His place in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It’s a good thing to ponder, and especially after the bustle of Christmas, and before the New Year. Your house may be quiet, and visiting family all gone home, so you have some time to think. This is a good time to ponder about anything and everything that affects you and your family. It’s not quite New Year, when we traditionally make those dreaded resolutions, but we can start to form our thoughts for what you want to happen next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mary pondered, and so should we. Mary was secure in her experience of God’s hand on her life, and we should be too. There is no better way to face the unknown, than with the certainty that God steps into the ‘fog’ with us, and has our hand. Mary’s life was never smooth, but she stayed secure in her conviction that her son was a very special visitor, and she was privileged to be His mum. She was there from the beginning, right to the end. She was the best example of a Mum we can have in this life, and worthy to be respected. And the world’s greatest story ever told, began when Mary pondered. So, while you can, as it is quiet, and with God’s help, get pondering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(In memory of Godly mums past, and present, with thanks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-2650484452526101830?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That’s what we see all around us, on TV, in the movies, and in the shop window displays. This a time for people in minimal units of two. Couples and family units, but not on your own. It isn’t portrayed that way, and it’s not supposed to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I suggest there are two kinds of ‘singles’ out there at this time of year, each trying to melt into the background, but perhaps feeling a bit conspicuous. It is good to get them straight in your minds, because they are quite different groups of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The ‘loner’ is usually that way by choice. The reasons can vary, but they are ok with being on their own, as long as you don’t disturb their world by thinking you can help or change them by including them in your festivities. They will fully enjoy the evening, and enter into the meal, games and fun. However, chances are they will leave the party the same way they entered, still a loner, and content to be so. The Christmas get together will not trigger anything to make them want to be a different person. The loner is not lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The ‘lonely’ on the other hand are usually in this condition through circumstance, some self made, and some not. Widows, orphans, military wives spring readily to mind, but that is not a complete list. You will know someone in that category yourself, or you may be one yourself. An invitation is a struggle to accept. Entering into the spirit of the party does not come easy, and they will often be there, but their thoughts are elsewhere. Strangely, this group of people will probably love Christmas, know the real reason for the season, and have many happy memories tucked away, but these same memories may possibly be the same reasons they cannot fully enjoy the festivities now. The lonely by nature are not loners, but may feel like it, especially at Christmas. Also, the lonely would wish their state to be temporary, but on the other hand, the loner would be content to stay as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The good news is that both types can be treated in similar ways. With care and understanding. You will know people who obviously fall into each category, and all you have to do is treat them with Christian love, while accepting they look at the season through different eyes. Age is no restriction, and there will be folks in these groups from their teens through to older age. Some will even withdraw to their ‘own place’ to deal with that synthetic part of the season, and even be relieved when it is over. Beware of the lonely smilers, as these are the hardest to recognise, and so may slip under the net of your awareness. If you can’t understand this place, I am glad, because it means you are not in this number. So, be glad and enter into the Christmas season fully, and unreservedly. This is a special time, and always will be, in one way or another. So from me to you, have a Blessed and Happy Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-5903228300007031900?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In memory of Margaret, and apologies to Karen and Heather. (First published in an IBM periodical.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;American’s Bible Belt, from David McLean, Raleigh, North Carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We were looking forward to spending our first Christmas here in the Bible Belt of America, and my wife Margaret, two daughters Karen and Heather and I were very interested to see if there would be any differences in the way it was celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Getting into the Christmas spirit starts early. As soon as Thanksgiving weekend is over at the end of November, the stores very quickly become like large scale Santa’s Grottos. Carols and festive music are played over public address systems, and sung by choirs assembled in the indoor shopping malls, and Santa Claus in a corner of each store to lure children and their parents. Even the houses and apartments get caught up with the idea that there is something special about the 25th December. Little Santas appear in gardens, and in some cases his reindeer too, all kept bright and warm with a 100 watt bulb! Some houses even have lights strung around the eaves and in each window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It is not too difficult to get caught up in the seasonal fever, and our children not only enjoyed the traditional Christmas Day, but the lead up to the event with all the tinsel attractions provided as reminders to the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately, it is easy to forget the real meaning and reason for Christmas, even in the Bible Belt, and for that reason it could be considered little different from home. This season is the celebration of the birth of a baby, who in the course of His life, death and resurrection changed the course of history, and many people’s lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Therefore for us, the church played a major part of the season, not only in attendance, but in participation by Karen and Heather in a musical presentation of events around the birth of this Saviour of the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas Day was spent in the manner traditional to both countries. An early rise to watch the children open their presents which were placed under the Christmas Tree, and the rest of the day taken up with family games using the presents just opened, and of course the traditional turkey dinner with all the trimmings to make it a meal to remember for some time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow, even with all the glitter and tinsel of the festivities, on Christmas Day the real atmosphere and spirit of Christmas is there to be enjoyed by all who will accept and recognise the true meaning of the season, and that is true wherever you may spend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-7186204042417336494?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At this time of life, I no longer listen to, or even enjoy, modern pop or rock music, so do not follow this industry closely. However, there have been some cases recently where the music industry has shocked us with content of a graphic sexual, and violent nature which have hit the headlines. The past 40 years have seen a great change in what our young people listen to, and use as a backdrop to their lives. Like it or not, all music has an influence, and that can be for good or evil. Again, like it or not, these pop idols are role models to many who want to be just like them. Some will copy them to the detriment of their moral, and yes even physical beings. That’s a lot of negative influence over body and soul, and to me that’s a scary thought. &lt;br /&gt;
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It transpires that the music industry is now being asked to regulate their output in the same way as the movie business, and introduce a censored age rating system. This would especially affect the music video releases, and I think this is long overdue. If you have chanced across any of the music channels on TV, you will have seen the scantly clad, cavorting men and women who sing and dance to devilish lyrics in a manner which leaves nothing to the imagination. How much further can this moral slide go, without intervention by government legislation, or by God Himself? Of course, this behaviour already happens in UK prime time TV on shows like ‘X Factor’ and ‘Strictly Come Dancing’. Both of these programmes have a list of complaints made against them weekly, for this reason specifically.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what can concerned Christian parents, grandparents, or teachers do? I think we can be more alert and aware of the content of the music being churned out, and listened to by our young charges, and take steps to make sure the offending programmes are not watched, nor music and lyrics listened to, in our homes at least. I know it is not considered progressive or PC, but why not trash the CDs/DVDs, and regulate the TV channels through the parental controls already available? Can’t do that? Too authoritarian? Well maybe, just maybe, those are the same channels and music we like to watch and listen to ourselves. What would that say about our own double standards, and more importantly, what would that say to our youth, and their moral compass? Are we guilty of saying one thing, and doing another? Is the moral failing of our youth partly our fault? If so, my own older generation has a lot to answer for! Which ‘rock’ do you base your life on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9161595215081178268-2575680221939622658?l=www.pics-mphoto.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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