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Read about all the wonderful aspects of my (SAD) life, and hopefully find the TRUTH in all of it!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sadarcher777.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sadarcher777.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/834807815959814144/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Scott Downing</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116390518291318914060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eMpVF8Ax70c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/b_a_sRULGT4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</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/SadnessTruth" /><feedburner:info uri="sadnesstruth" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>SadnessTruth</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FR30-eip7ImA9WhVSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834807815959814144.post-2821665087295130223</id><published>2012-03-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T08:10:16.352-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-09T08:10:16.352-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Invisible Children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kony 2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Convictions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joseph Kony" /><title>From Passion to Action</title><content type="html">This whole Invisible Children #Kony2012 campaign has kinda blown up, and it's been really awesome to see Twitter, Facebook, and everything else flooded with news about the campaign over the last couple days. The video on YouTube has received over 52.5 million views since 03/05, and the White House has responded to the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;
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In case you haven't watched the KONY 2012 Trailer, here it is. Watch it...but don't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;
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So you've watched the video, and probably shared the video, but what now? It is so easy to get passionate about something, to feel it tug at your heartstrings, to get fired up about something and speak loudly about it, but at some point, that passion that you feel has to transform into action. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the case of KONY 2012, that action needs to be in the form of writing/calling your Representatives and Senators, encouraging them to continue in this effort to bring Joseph Kony down, because it doesn't matter how many times the video is shown if the ones who have the power to enforce/enact law are not behind it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a link where you can find contact info for your elected officials: &lt;a href="http://www.usa.gov/Contact/Elected.shtml"&gt;http://www.usa.gov/Contact/Elected.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This concept is true, however, of not just this campaign. Think about it. How many movements, campaigns, organizations, ideas have you come across that you support, are passionate about? Maybe you feel very strongly about it or talk to those around you about how great it is, but then you stop there. Your emotional passion stays just that and is never transformed into action.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've seen and felt this many times myself. It is easy to feel the passion, but the action takes a bit or a lot more work. It takes sacrifice of time, money, security, status, etc... and for many, myself included, the action is not worth the sacrifice, or at the very least, the sacrifice scares us unto inaction. &lt;br /&gt;
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I, sadly, see this all too often with Christians. We are loud to speak out about issues, or invite people to come to church as long as we are online, but if we are asked to give up an afternoon to go feed the homeless, some money every month to support an orphan, or our sense of security to actually talk to someone about Christ or simply get to know, and show God's love to, our neighbors we shy away. What we become so passionate about in theory we shy away from in action because of the work and sacrifice it involves.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I encourage you today, stand up for your convictions, whether they be political, religious, social, etc... Turn your passion into action. If you believe something enough to talk about it constantly online, stand convicted in it enough to act on it offline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-2821665087295130223?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCe7p3VVsua7FQd0_0lSV2fG_6y1MkrN-jb98Uw5Ewsbk6_Qbv" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCe7p3VVsua7FQd0_0lSV2fG_6y1MkrN-jb98Uw5Ewsbk6_Qbv" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This man's name is &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/about-joseph-kony/" target="_blank"&gt;Joseph Kony&lt;/a&gt;. He is the #1 indicted war criminal&amp;nbsp;for the International Criminal Court, and he was indicted 7 years ago, yet, a lot of people do not know who he is. The purpose of the film last night was to bring awareness of who this man is and the atrocities that he has committed. The organization behind this film is &lt;a href="http://invisiblechildren.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Invisible Children&lt;/a&gt;, seeking to make the plight of these "Invisible" Children in Africa "Visible" to the entire world so that something will finally be done to stop Joseph Kony.&lt;br /&gt;
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The film, entitled &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/sharefilm/#" target="_blank"&gt;Kony 2012&lt;/a&gt;, makes the plea that this year, 2012, needs to be the year to finally arrest Kony. There has been momentum in getting the US Government/military to assist the Ugandan government/military in finding Kony and bringing him to justice, but it needs to happen soon, this year, before interest and concern wanes, because when that happens, when people stop caring, the US Government/military&amp;nbsp;will pull out, and w/o their help, the Ugandan government/military will have a very difficult time finding Kony.&lt;br /&gt;
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Invisible Children has done a ton of good to help these children, to warn families when the &lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/world/para/lra.htm" target="_blank"&gt;LRA&lt;/a&gt; (Lord's Resistance Army), Joseph Kony's army is coming, to let people in the LRA know that they can leave, and&amp;nbsp;now they are reaching out to the world. They are&amp;nbsp;reaching out to politicians, celebrities, athletes, talk show hosts, and every one of you, the general public, to band together and stand against the terror that is happening every day&amp;nbsp;in Africa, to demand that governments do something, stop Kony. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here's what you can do:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sign a pledge of support to arrest Kony and disarm the LRA: &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.kony2012.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Share the video &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/sharefilm/#" target="_blank"&gt;Kony 2012&lt;/a&gt;, which goes live to everyone on March 5&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Message the specific &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/culture-makers/" target="_blank"&gt;Culturemakers&lt;/a&gt; that Invisible Children has targeted. Ask them to get involved.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Message the specific &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/policy-makers/" target="_blank"&gt;Policy Makers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that Invisible Children has targeted. Ask them to get involved.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Post&amp;nbsp;posters and stickers, post Status updates and Twitter updates, talk to people, do whatever you can to make Joseph Kony famous, or infamous as the case may be. Make sure that&amp;nbsp;there is no one who doesn't know who Joseph Kony is&amp;nbsp;and what he has done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
I had heard about Invisible Children in passing, kinda knew what they stood for, but didn't really have any idea what was going on until last night, when I saw the film and I heard a woman speak, a woman from Uganda, who grew up in the midst of these horrors, whose family and friends have been taken by Joseph Kony, some to escape and others never to be heard from again. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, I urge you to get involved, make your voice loud so that those who have the power to capture this man know that the people demand it, and so that Joseph Kony is finally arrested and brought to justice this year, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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For more info check out &lt;a href="http://invisiblechildren.com/"&gt;http://invisiblechildren.com/&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.kony2012.com/"&gt;http://www.kony2012.com&lt;/a&gt;; Follow Invisible Children on Twitter: &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Invisible" target="_blank"&gt;@Invisible&lt;/a&gt; and Facebook: &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/invisiblechildren"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/invisiblechildren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, check out my cousin, Danny Porter's Facebook page, as he is the one who brought this to my knowledge, and he is dedicated to helping. &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/sylvesterstallone"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/sylvesterstallone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-4485592498667749319?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a question: During the course of the day, what type of things do you think about? What are the top themes that occupy your thoughts? For me, its a wide array of things, including:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Family (M&amp;amp;M)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Church/Youth Group&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Money&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;House/Yard/Projects&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sci-Fi Stuff (Black Holes, Time/Space, Aliens, End of the World, etc...)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Death&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Job&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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And there is a ton of other things I think about during the course of any given day, just as, I'm sure, you have tons of things you think about. Now, my 2nd question is this: What percentage of your thoughts are about Heaven? That can be Heaven directly, or how it relates to something else. For example: Heaven comes into my thoughts thinking about my Family, Church/Youth Group, Death, and even Sci-Fi Stuff. However, Heaven does not constitute a majority of my thoughts, and I doubt it does for most of you. But it should.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's what the Bible has to say:&lt;br /&gt;
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Colossians 3:1-4 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1 Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits in the place of honor at God’s right hand. 2 Think about the things of heaven, not the things of earth. 3 For you died to this life, and your real life is hidden with Christ in God. 4 And when Christ, who is your life, is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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We are told very clearly that we should "think about the things of heaven." Heaven should be on the forefront of our minds. We should be thinking about Heaven all the time, not about the things of earth. So what are the things of earth? Pretty much everything that we think about. Bills, money, job, planning, friends, family, clothes, gadgets, popularity, school, and the list goes on an on. What takes up most of our thoughts are things of this earth, but it shouldn't be this way. Heaven is such a remarkable, incredible promise for us, we should be thinking about it, thinking about the God of Heaven, thinking about ensuring others get there as well, but why?&lt;br /&gt;
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We are also told:&lt;br /&gt;
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Matthew 6:19-21 (HCSB)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;19 “Don’t collect for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But collect for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves don’t break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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This takes it one step further. Not only should the things of this earth not occupy our thoughts, they shouldn't occupy our homes, storage sheds, wallets, etc... We shouldn't be obsessed with gathering worldly possessions, whether that be money, clothes, iPods, cars, gadgets, whatever. These things aren't bad in an of themselves, but they are temporary, and when we get so obsessed with collecting these "treasures" we lose sight of our real treasure in Heaven that is not temporary, does not decay or break or fall apart, and cannot be taken from us. "where your treasure is, there your heart will be also," and our hearts should not be here, but why?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's why: &lt;br /&gt;
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1 Peter 2:11 (HCSB)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;11 Dear friends, I urge you as strangers and temporary residents to abstain from fleshly desires that war against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As Christians, we are strangers, temporary residents, foreigners, aliens to this world. We don't belong here and this place is not our home. To think about it, in the course of eternity, our time spent on earth is a thousandth of a fraction of a second, too small to even think about. We will be spending eternity in Heaven with our Lord, so we shouldn't be placing too much though/energy to this world. If you think about it, when you go on vacation, you have a good time, you enjoy yourself, but you don't delude yourself into thinking that that vacation spot is your home. It is the same with us, this world is not our home, so we should not store up treasures here, we should not focus our thoughts on things of this world, and we should not engage with the things of this world that separate us from God. We should behave, think, act in such a way that we point to God, we point to Heaven, and we encourage others to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-5439651509982593972?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, I just wanted to take this time to offer my condolences to the families of those who were killed, and say that I am praying for them, for all of the students at the school, and for the student who comitted the shooting, as well as his family.&lt;br /&gt;
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I may never understand why things like this happen, and it is so tragic when it does, but regardless of whetehr or not we understand the darkness in this world, I know that there is a light that pierces through the thickest darkness, that light is Jesus. He is hope, peace, comfort, and salvation when everything else is falling away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-8152558333897915924?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(My 2000 Honda Civic HX finally died on Friday. The transmission went out. I will now be looking for a new car, but for now I am driving my mom's baby blue bug.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-4586403040962599579?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So a few quick things to note about Christian apologetics. Apologetics is the study of defense of your faith, in this case Christianity. This means using science, yes science, (astronomy, geology, biology, etc...) history, archeology, philosophy, logic, etc... to show evidence and proof for different claims about Christianity, the Bible, and God. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you are a Christian,&amp;nbsp;a few important things to note about apologetics:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;It is important to be able to show why you believe what you believe, to be able to give a defense for your faith.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There are many things that the Bible claims that actually can be proven, much more than most would assume.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Critical thinking, logical reasoning, and having an&amp;nbsp;open mind are essential.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You do not have to completely abandon science, history, archeology, etc... to be a Christian.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Not everything about Christianity, the Bible, and God can be proven, and not everything&amp;nbsp;will be able to be. There are some things that must be taken on faith.&lt;/li&gt;
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If you are not a Christian, a few important things to note about apologetics: (Mostly are the same):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;There are many things that the Bible claims that actually can be proven, scientifically, logically, etc..., much more than most would assume.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Critical thinking, logical reasoning, and having an open mind are essential. Don't let bias cloud facts.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You do not have to completely abandon science, history, archeology, etc... to be a Christian, and there are many extremely educated people, and scientists, who hold many degrees, who are Christians, and are able to combine their faith with their education without compromising on either.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Not everything about Christianity, the Bible, and God can be proven, and not everything will be able to be. There are some things that must be taken on faith, but an important thing to remember is that&amp;nbsp;an absence&amp;nbsp;of evidence is not evidence of absence.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
One more thing to remember as you dive into apologetics. The purpose of apologetics is to provide proof and evidence for your faith, but it should not be used to beat people over the head with all the facts and proof you have. First and foremost, God is all about love, and while it is important to learn and educate yourself and be able to provide an answer when people say your faith can't possibly be true, it is important to do so in love. "Speak the truth in love." Ultimately, it was God's love for us that caused Him to sacrifice so we could be with Him, and our most important directive is to love Him and to love others, and while it is incredible how much we can prove and how much evidence God has left. God does not need us to defend Him. He stands alone. &lt;br /&gt;
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So learn about how to defend your faith, learn all the incredible things we have evidence for, learn to think logically, about God and the world around us, but in it all don't forget to love those around you!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to come to SWAT, it is tonight (Feb. 24) from 6:30-9 and tomorrow (Feb. 25) 8:30-3:30 (lunch provided)&amp;nbsp;at the &lt;a href="http://www.balloonmuseum.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Anderson-Abruzzo&amp;nbsp;International Balloon Museum&lt;/a&gt;. Admission is $25. Speakers include &lt;a href="http://swatseminar.com/S.W.A.T./Moreland.html" target="_blank"&gt;J.P. Moreland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://swatseminar.com/S.W.A.T./Hazen.html" target="_blank"&gt;Craig Hazen&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://swatseminar.com/S.W.A.T./McKinnon.html" target="_blank"&gt;Luke McKinnon&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Topics include: Christianity Among the World Religions, Case for the Existence of the Soul, Evidence for the Resurrection, Apologetics &amp;amp; C.S. Lewis, and In Defense of Truth &amp;amp; Ethics. &lt;a href="http://www.swatseminar.com/"&gt;www.swatseminar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-8186186174411156225?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I came home yesterday, and my mom had bought &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TaleSpin" target="_blank"&gt;TaleSpin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DuckTales" target="_blank"&gt;DuckTales&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chip_'n_Dale_Rescue_Rangers" target="_blank"&gt;Rescue Rangers&lt;/a&gt; for "Mallory" or Manda &amp;amp; I, whichever. This is incredibly exciting! I used to watch all of these as a kid, and I absolutely loved them. Thinking about it now, however, I can't really remember much about either TaleSpin or Rescue Rangers. I do remember, however, that I had a plastic TaleSpin plane with all the characters that I would play with when I was younger. :) Fun times. &lt;/div&gt;
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As far as DuckTales goes, I remember that one the best of the three. I think my favorite episode, and I can't remember if it was a single episode or a movie or what, was the Hand of Midas one where they had a golden duck, or goose, or something like that, that would turn anything it touched to gold, but before long it started to go crazy, and they had to get it back on this fountain before it turned the entire world, and everything in it, to gold. :) Not sure if that is included in this set or not, but I'm excited to watch and find out.&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing I can't remember about DuckTales, however, is the theme song. "Duck Tales, Woo Ohh ... duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh ... Duck Tales, Woo Ohh ..."&amp;nbsp;Does anyone else remember the lyrics?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="verse Rom_6_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are messed up, and people screw up all the time, but as a Christian, Christ has freed us from sin and given us salvation. The freedom does not mean that we can now indulge in whatever we want, whenever we want, because all we have to do is repent and everything will be ok. Repent, afterall, doesn't mean to say, "I'm sorry." It means a turning of the heart, true remorse over your actions and a desire and commitment to change. If you repent and fast for 40 days, but all the time knowing that the next year you will indulge again, this is not true repentance. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"For you have been called to live in freedom, my brothers and sisters. But don’t use your freedom to satisfy your sinful nature. Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love." -- Galatians 5:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Well then, should we keep on sinning so that God can show us more and more of his wonderful grace Of course not! Since we have died to sin, how can we continue to live in it?" -- Romans 6:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I find it so sad that the parties and celebrations revolve around the fact that people are indulging in .. whatever. Essentially, it is a celebration of the sin in our lives, and almost a mourning over the fact that it will be going away for the next 40 days. Instead of throwing a party as a last hurrah for our sin, as Christians, we should be throwing a party every day in celebration of the freedom and salvation we have in Christ, not mourning or missing the old life that we gave up, and not using our freedom as an opportunity to sin more, but using it as an opportunity to love those around us! So today, instead of showering others with beads, shower those around you love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Heaven: &lt;/em&gt;What comes to mind when you hear that word? Pretty much everyone has some idea about what Heaven is, what it looks like, who will be there, where it is, what we will do there, and often you will find almost as many ideas about Heaven as people you ask. For some, Heaven is a fluffy place in the clouds where everyone floats along with angles. For some, it is a paradise of doing whatever you like for eternity. For some, everyone will be in Heaven. For some, it is a perfect version of Earth. For some it is streets of gold. For some, it is eternal singing. There are tons of ideas about Heaven, but what does the Bible say? What does God say? He would, after all, know best, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation%2021&amp;amp;version=HCSB" target="_blank"&gt;Revelation 21:1-5, 21-27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31054A&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference A&amp;quot;&amp;gt;A&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea no longer existed.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31054B&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference B&amp;quot;&amp;gt;B&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31055"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; I also saw the Holy City, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31055C&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference C&amp;quot;&amp;gt;C&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; prepared like a bride adorned for her husband.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31055D&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference D&amp;quot;&amp;gt;D&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31056"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Then I heard a loud voice from the throne: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;   Look! God’s dwelling is with humanity, &lt;br /&gt;and He will live with them. &lt;br /&gt;They will be His people,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31056E&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference E&amp;quot;&amp;gt;E&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and God Himself will be with them &lt;br /&gt;and be their God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31057"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; He will wipe away every tear from their eyes.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31057F&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference F&amp;quot;&amp;gt;F&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Death will no longer exist;&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31057G&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference G&amp;quot;&amp;gt;G&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;grief, crying, and pain will exist no longer,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31057H&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference H&amp;quot;&amp;gt;H&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;because the previous things have passed away.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31057I&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference I&amp;quot;&amp;gt;I&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31058"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Then the One seated on the throne said, “Look! I am making everything new.” He also said, “Write, because these words are faithful and true.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The 12 gates are 12 pearls; each individual gate was made of a single pearl. The broad street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31075"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; I did not see a sanctuary in it, because the Lord God the Almighty and the Lamb are its sanctuary. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31076"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, because God’s glory illuminates it, and its lamp is the Lamb.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31076AA&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AA&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AA&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31077"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; The nations will walk in its light,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31077AB&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AB&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AB&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31078"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; Each day its gates will never close because it will never be night there. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31079"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt; They will bring the glory and honor of the nations into it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31080"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt; Nothing profane will ever enter it:&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31080AE&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AE&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AE&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; no one who does what is vile or false, but only those written in the Lamb’s book of life.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31080AF&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AF&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AF&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+22&amp;amp;version=HCSB" target="_blank"&gt;Revelation 22:1-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Then he showed me the river of living water, sparkling like crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31081A&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference A&amp;quot;&amp;gt;A&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31082"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; down the middle of the broad street of the city. The tree of life was on both sides of the river, bearing 12 kinds of fruit, producing its fruit every month.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31082B&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference B&amp;quot;&amp;gt;B&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The leaves of the tree are for healing the nations, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31083"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; and there will no longer be any curse.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31083C&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference C&amp;quot;&amp;gt;C&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and His slaves will serve Him. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31084"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; They will see His face,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31084D&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference D&amp;quot;&amp;gt;D&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and His name will be on their foreheads.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31084E&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference E&amp;quot;&amp;gt;E&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-31085"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Night will no longer exist,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-HCSB-31085F&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference F&amp;quot;&amp;gt;F&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and people will not need lamplight or sunlight, because the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, that's a lot of info there, but let me point out a few things that I find pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Bible states here that once in Heaven, there will be no more crying, no more grief, no more pain. Every tear will be wiped from our eyes. Now this doesn't just mean that people will no longer cry, or that all emotions will be stripped. What it means is that there will no longer be those things that make you cry, grieve, have pain. There will be no more physical pain as a result of sickness, or accidents. There will no longer be the emotional pain that is so rampant in the world. When we cry because we are lonely, we feel unloved or unappreciated, we see the pain of others, we are made fun of, we are yelled at, someone dies, etc... we know that none of those things will be present. God has said that they will no longer exist. DEATH will NO longer exist! Basically, all that is bad and messed up with this world will cease to exist. The "previous things have passed away" when we get to Heaven as God makes all things new!&lt;/div&gt;
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God's will dwell with us! This is remarkable and amazing! In the beginning, this was God's design and plan. He intended to dwell with us, to walk among us, and then we screwed it up. We separated ourselves from God, and we see from that moment on God orchestrating a plan to bring us back to Him. We see the creation of the Tabernacle/Temple as a means by which God could dwell with His people, among His people, and yet there was still separation. The idea that He was so close, and yet so far. There were curtains and rooms and laws that separated God from us. Then Christ came, and He ripped that curtain down the middle. He separated that barrier that existed. Christ, who was God, physically lived with us, walked with us, spoke to us, and yet there was still a separation. Christ was both fully God and fully human, and yet the total completeness of the glory of God the Father, Son, and Spirit was still not fully present, dwelling with men. We still see that we cannot fully look on the face of God in all His glory. While we now have more direct access to God, and Christ's sacrifice created a bridge to span the gap of separation if we accept it, we are still separated from God because of our sin. Once we get to Heaven, however, that is different. God Himself will be with us, dwelling with us, living with us, and even more WE WILL SEE HIS FACE. How incredible and awesome will that be! There will no longer be a curtain, a veil, any separation. We will no longer see darkly, but we will be with God 100% and see His face 100%!&lt;/div&gt;
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To continue on this whole seeing God's face theme: one of the reasons we cannot see His face now is because we cannot look on the full glory of God and live. Yet, in Heaven, His glory will illuminate everything. We see that there will be no need for external light, and night will be a thing of the past. Where as now, we cannot look on the full glory of God and live, then, everything we do, every step we take all the time, will be fully illuminated by this glory, this perfection.&lt;/div&gt;
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We see the Tree of Life again. Remember the Tree of Life, that tree in the Garden of Eden that would grant eternal life, the one Adam and Eve were not allowed to eat from after sinning and disobeying God, the one that cherubim and flaming swords guard. Well, in Heaven, we see that tree again, and we get a much better description of the tree. We see that the tree is huge, spanning across a river&amp;nbsp;(A River that flows with living water), that it has 12 different types of fruit, that it bears fruit every month, and that its leaves heal nations and reverse the curse. Now this is pretty incredible! The curse of sin, the curse that was inflicted on humanity when we first chose to disobey, will be obliterated. There are lots of thoughts surrounding the curse that was ingested when Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good &amp;amp; Evil, but one thing we know that is involved with it is death. Because of the curse, death was brought into the world and into our lives. In Heaven, there will be no more curse, and subsequently, no more death (or disease or pain or grief or crying, etc...) I for one cannot wait to see that Tree, to smell, and taste, its fruit, to be free from the curse.&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally, just some cosmetic stuff. Heaven will have gates made from single pearls, the streets will be pure, transparent gold. That's gotta be pretty incredible to see. There will be no single source of light, but an all encompassing illumination from God's glory, and walls and streets made out of highly reflective material, which means, no shadows at all, perfect light. There will be no night or darkness (either in the physical or metaphorical sense). There will be a river flowing down the middle of the street, and the river contains living water, salvation, Christ Himself. I could do a whole study on Living Water in the Bible, but for now it suffices to say that that is going to be beautiful, and then we see the Tree of Life over that river, over the street. I get the idea that this is a huge tree, seen everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;
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Now, this is only one passage that talks about Heaven, but it gives a pretty good look at what it is like. Not exactly fluffy clouds and floating angels, but so SO much more incredible!&lt;/div&gt;
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So Heaven is pretty incredible, but what does this mean for us here and now, how does the fact that heaven exists, and what it is affect how we live our lives here and now, before Heaven? That's what we'll be looking at next week. &lt;/div&gt;
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God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-5145616997443240506?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are some of the ideas that we have come up with to improve things:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Campaign Fundraising should not be allowed.&lt;/strong&gt; If you are going to be elected it should be on the basis of your credentials and what you can do for the city/state/nation you are representing, not on how much money you have. There was recently a campaign fundraiser in Albuquerque. It was a $10k-a-plate dinner. Now, I don't know how many plates were present, but I'm pretty sure there were several hundred thousands of dollars dropped at this dinner to support the campaign of a single man, and this was just one event on one day in one city. Imagine how many millions of dollars are being pumped toward campaigning, and then issues like poverty, economy, unemployment, small bussinesses, etc... are discussed ad nauseam. What if all of the politicians took these millions of dollars and applied them toward fixing some of the issues?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who can benefit directly based on&amp;nbsp;whether or not a bill passes should have no place voting on it or holding that office&lt;/strong&gt;. Our&amp;nbsp;Representatives and leaders should be governing and leading based on what is best for the nation and the people they are representing, not on what can get them more money or power. There are way too many Congressmen, Senators, etc... who have vested interests in corporations that clouds how they vote, and this should not be allowed.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Political positions should be voluntary and unpaid&lt;/strong&gt;. There&amp;nbsp;is already enough temptation for corruption being in a position of extreme power. There is no need to add to that by paying a huge sum of money to hold this position of power. Members of Congress/Senate make anywhere from $175,000&amp;nbsp;- $223,000 and the President makes $400,000. These are very large sums to pay out, and are sure to entice temptation. Now I understand the argument that these men/women should be paid for the service they are giving our country, but I wonder, how many would continue to serve if they were not paid? Might we get people in office who actually care about making a difference if that was the only reason to serve? Or, at the very least, if we are going to pay&amp;nbsp;for these positions, why not set the salary&amp;nbsp;the same as the average American?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prohibit nesting issues within bills&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;There are far too many problems that are never resolved because politicians spend so much time arguing and fighting over bills.&amp;nbsp;Even if everyone agrees on the main issue, there are so many small issues that are tacked on to almost every bill that they effectively kill any progress or forward motion. If we need to vote on a specific budget reform, then vote on that alone, and not tack on issues about funding for a bridge or abortion or healthcare or anything else. If you want to pass a Healthcare bill, that should be the only thing being voted on. If you want to pass a bill to increase Border security, there should not have to be a month long debate over whether or not&amp;nbsp;you can also agree to set aside 200,000 acres of land to protect a rare beetle and the finances that go into it. The Nesting of issues only serves to stop all progress and allow members of opposing parties to blame the other one for not allowing things to be done.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There should be no political parties&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I get that people will have different thoughts, opinions, and convictions, and that people will tend to gravitate toward others that feel the same way, but there is a problem with our system today. If you are not either Republican or Democrat you have no hope of becoming President, and almost no hope of getting into Congress or the Senate. In addition, what if there are 3 "Democrats" who are all better, more qualified candidates than any Republican, Independent, Green, etc...? All 3 will never have the opportunity to run because only 1 gets the party endoresement. There should be no party endoresement. We should have people running against people, whether that is 2 candidates or 20, and it shouldn't matter what their "party" affiliation is. We always hear about "reaching across the aisle," so why don't we just get rid of the aisle entirely. Stand or Fall based on you, not your party or money.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prohibit Smear campaigns.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am sure everyone is sick of these, but I can't stand all of the smear campaigns. Sure, we are humans, and we will always talk down against our opponent, but if I am going to vote for you for a political position, I'm going to vote FOR you, not against someone else. I don't care what your opponent has or hasn't done, what are you going to do? As the old saying goes, "If you can't say something good, don't say anything at all."&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get out of debt.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fact that our nation is over $13,000,000,000,000 in debt is insane, and what is even more insane is that every year we sign into law a budget with an operational defecit. If you or I were insanely drowning in debt and we went to a financial advisor, we would never be told, "figure out what your annual salary is and then budget to spend well above that every year. Go out and get a few more credit cards, buy a new car, go on vacation, etc..." If we are in debt we have to cut our spending, get rid of non-essential expenses, cut back, and yet as a nation, we do the exact opposite. We spend more than we have make, and encourage our citizens to do the same, creating a never ending cycle of debt in our nation. We need to stop this, and we need to get out of debt, which will require a serious overhaul of the government as a whole.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
So there you have it, a few ideas to improve our nation. There are more, I'm sure, and if you have ideas go ahead and leave them in a comment. The question now, however, is what can we actually do to make a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-5228095115493307710?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Disclaimer follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok, so last week I talked about the fact that, like it or not, there are inherent gender roles that men and women are designed to fulfill, and in today's society those gender roles are being abolished in the name of "gender equality," which is resulting in a lot of problems.&amp;nbsp;So today I am going to elaborate a little more&amp;nbsp;on why I see this as a problem, and what I see happening as a result of the loss of gender roles in our society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, I'm going to be talking a lot about men. So, let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Men are designed to be fighters, protectors and defenders of our families and convictions. We are meant to fight for those we love, but this is being stripped, and rather than warriors, men are becoming watchers. We are becoming complacent and lazy, but that inherent need/desire to fight for something is still there. So what happens? Here are a few things that I see.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Because men are no longer fighting or expected to fight for the ones they love, for the heart of the one they love, I believe is&amp;nbsp;one of the reasons that we have so many marriages that are failing, so many men abandoning their families, children, and wives, so many men having affairs, etc... Here's why. When we fight for something and prevail, when we&amp;nbsp;"win" something, we are proud of it. We parade it around and display it for all to see. It is precious to us because we put our blood, sweat, and tears into obtaining it, and we not only want to show the world the precious thing that we have, but we will&amp;nbsp;continue to fight to protect it to keep it&amp;nbsp;pristine.&amp;nbsp;Sadly, for many men in today's society, we no longer fight for the woman we love, for our children. Now, it may seem sexist to say that women are prizes to be won, but think about it, what woman doesn't want to be treasured and prized? If you had the choice of being an invaluable, priceless, timeless, treasured prize to your husband or a ring from a cracker jack box, which would you prefer to be? What is sad, is that, for too many men today, their wives are not treasured prizes, they are are simply a passing fad, getting married was something to do, and even though they may have loved them in the moment, they did not and do not fight for them, so they are easy to leave in pursuit of something or someone else, that maybe they do have to fight for, or maybe is just another passing fad. So many women go after the "bad boy," the rebel, and I don't believe it is because they are "bad" or rebellious, but because they fight for what they believe, even if they are misguided in their belief, and they fight for the one they love. So the first problem I see is that, as men lose their gender roles they abandon their families because they go from something they treasure to something they simply have.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;As men lose this fight for their convictions and those they love, they don't lose the inherent role of a fighter and protector, so we see men acting on this role in violent, rather, than noble ways. This takes many forms. It can manifest in random acts of violence that we hear about on the news every day, but it can also manifest itself in abusive relationships in which men, instead of embracing the honorable, God given role of leader in their homes, stoop to abuse and control, whether physical, verbal, or emotional. Instead of leading in a&amp;nbsp;Godly manner, they violently and abusively control the situation so that they can feel in charge.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;As more and more women move into the roles meant for men, often out of necessity because the men have abandoned these roles, this leaves a gap in the role of nurture and loving caretaker for our children. We can see this in far too many families. We see children who are lacking the necessary love and support that comes from their mothers and fathers. I think that we underestimate how important the role of nurturer is in society. We place so much importance on the more "glamorous"&amp;nbsp;professional/political roles that we forget that "we all wanna&amp;nbsp;be loved" and love is vitally important&amp;nbsp;to development. Sadly, many of our kids are not receiving the love and care that they need because the ones designed to primarily fulfill&amp;nbsp;this role are busy elsewhere. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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These are just a few of the problems that I see arising from the loss of gender roles in our society, and truly, I think that this loss is a root cause behind many more problems.&lt;br /&gt;
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So men: stand up and Be A Man. Fight for the ones you love, fight for your convictions, fight for the poor, widows, and orphans, fight for God. Lead your families, don't make your wives fulfill your role because you have abandoned it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*A lot of these statements are overarching generalizations. I realize that. I am in no way saying that all men are violent and abandon their families, that no woman should ever have a professional job, that no man can provide love to his children or cook a meal and do the laundry. We are all made in God's image, and as such we all, male and female, have amazing capabilities and capacity for love, devotion, fight. We see examples in the Bible of women who are strong, courageous, leaders who follow God and save many, and we see that not all men are burly fighters, there are poets, musicians, chefs, gentle fathers.&amp;nbsp;However, there are roles that males and females are better fitted and designed for, and this is my point. We need to not focus so much on what is "politically correct" and focus more on fulfilling the roles that God established.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;does, afterall, know best what works!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-4938967931072181102?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It reminds me how important family is! I don't know what kind of family you have, if they are small or large, close or distant, broken or complete, but regardless, your family is important. You will always have times when you can't stand your family or some member of it, but regardless, your family is often the ones who love you and know you the best. Something that is amazing, as I grow older, my family gets much larger and more dynamic. When Manda and I got married I got a LOT of new family, and that part of my family is much different than the family I was born into, and it's great. When Mallory was born, M&amp;amp;M and I suddenly were our own little family, even more than just Manda and I were, and it brought a whole new dynamic, which is fabulous! My family is constantly growing, and changing, and I've started to realize more and more just how important your family is.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week is probably one of the last weeks that my whole family will be at Pork 'n Play Thursday as my sister is most likely moving across the country very soon. In some aspects it is quite sad. I don't really see or talk to my sister except for Thursday nights, but I've also never lived over 10 hours away from her. It's strange to think about, but just like all the other changes, this is just another change in the dynamic of my family. There are a lot of unanswered questions in her move, but I sincerely wish her the best and hope it turns out great for her! &lt;br /&gt;
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So regardless of how close or far away your family is, why not give them a call, send them a text, go say hi, tell them you love them, and realize that family is an amazing gift that God has set-up for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-7923993309338521514?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For some reason, this seems to be one of the most hated holidays on the calendar, which is ironic because it is a holiday all about love. It is called Singles Awareness Day, and people rant and rave about how it's a corporate holiday that only exists to cause people to spend money. One of the biggest complaints that I hear is, "Why do I need a special day to show the one I love them that I love them. If you really love someone you should show them all the time, not just on one day, and you shouldn't need a day to show them." &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I understand the sentiment behind that, but I disagree. Here's why. I completely agree that when you love someone you should not need a single day to express that love. You should be showing it everyday in your words, actions, interactions, gifts, sacrifices, etc..., but who says we can't have a day to celebrate that love? As Christians, we should constantly be aware of, and grateful for the death and resurrection of Christ. It is, after all, what bought us salvation, and yet we still have a day, Easter, on which we remember and celebrate that. The same holds true for Christmas. We have a single day that we celebrate Christ's birth and celebrate goodwill and joy and all of that, but that doesn't mean that that is the only day throughout the year that we think about it or that it is important. Again, Thanksgiving is not the only day we are to be grateful and humble, and we shouldn't only be patriotic on the 4th of July. All of these holidays serve as memorials, if you will, to these events/emotions/actions that are important to us every day. In the same way, Valentine's Day is a day to celebrate love, something that is vitally important to all of us in our every day lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I'm not trying to say there is no corporate/retail behind Valentine's Day. Of course there is, but there is behind Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Easter, 4th of July, New Years, St. Patricks Day, etc... If there is a way for people to make money they are going to do it, and&amp;nbsp;giving gifts to the one you love is a valid way to express that love, hence, people spend a lot of money on this day. Is it necessary to spend money to purchase large gifts or chocolates&amp;nbsp;or flowers or jewelry or stuffed bears or anything else? Of course not! You can show the one you love that you love them in plenty of ways&amp;nbsp;w/o spending money. However, is there anything wrong with spending money to purchase gifts? Of course not! I personally, love to give gifts to people. I want to get gifts, lots of gifts, large gifts, small gifts, for my wife. I love getting her things that she wants/needs. It's one of the ways that I express my love. So&amp;nbsp;I am all for buying gifts on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now to the whole, Singles Awareness Day title, yes, Valentine's Day is primarily focused on romantic love, and that can tend to make those who do not have some form of romantic relationship feel singled out or depressed. However, at the heart of Valentine's Day, it is a day about love, in general, which encompasses both romantic and non-romantic love.&amp;nbsp;St. Valentine, which the holiday is named after, was not some&amp;nbsp;great romantic. I have, since I was a little kid, and still do, receive Valentines from my parents.&amp;nbsp;Kids give Valentines to their classmates in school. I gave Valentines&amp;nbsp;chocolates to the kids&amp;nbsp;in my &lt;a href="http://realrelevant.com/?page_id=95" target="_blank"&gt;youth group&lt;/a&gt;. I am giving a Valentine gift to my&amp;nbsp;daughter. Non of these are romantic relationships or gestures. They are, with the possible exception of classmates, expressions of love. &lt;br /&gt;
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God has commanded us to love. 1 Corinthians 13, the love chapter, has this to say about love. "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1 Corinthians+13:13&amp;amp;version=NLT" target="_blank"&gt;Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.&lt;/a&gt;" In fact, love is arguably the most important theme in the Bible. Christ says that the greatest commandment is to "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark+12:30&amp;amp;version=NLT" target="_blank"&gt;love the LORD your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength.&lt;/a&gt;" and&amp;nbsp;equally important&amp;nbsp;is to "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2012:31&amp;amp;version=NLT" target="_blank"&gt;Love your neighbor as yourself.&lt;/a&gt;" We are called to love, above all else. Christ died for us because He loves us. We are to love God, we are to love our friends/family, we are to love our wives/husband, we are to love our enemies. God established love. God is love. So on this day, Valentine's Day, let's celebrate love, whether that be romantic love or platonic love. Whether you celebrate with heart shaped chocolates or acts of service doesn't really matter, but rather than be cynical and hate this celebration of love, embrace it and show love to those around you, better yet, show God's love to those around you. Let the world know you by your love.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that is why I LOVE Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, next month the X-Men meeting will be held at the &lt;a href="http://www.cabq.gov/openspace/shootingrange.html" target="_blank"&gt;shooting range&lt;/a&gt;, and therefore, attending the gun safety meeting this month was required for attendance next month. I learned quite a bit about guns that I did not know, and honestly, I feel even more nervous than I did before, but I'm still planning on trying my hand at this whole shooting thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here are the 12 Golden Rules for Safe Gun Handling that we were provided:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always treat the gun as loaded.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always keep the gun pointed in a safe direction.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always keep your finger straight and off the trigger until you are ready to shoot.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always keep the gun unloaded until you are ready to use it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Never point the gun at anything you don't intend to destroy.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be sure of your target and what is beyond it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn the mechanical and handling characteristics of the gun you are using.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always use proper Ammunition.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be sure the barrel is clear of obstructions before loading and shooting.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If your gun fails to fire when the trigger is pulled, hold your shooting position for several seconds; then with the muzzle pointed in a safe direction, carefully unload the gun.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don't rely on the gun's safety to keep it from firing.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be aware of your surroundings when handling guns so you don't trip or lose your balance and accidentally point and/or fire the gun at anyone or anything.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Disclaimer* -- This post may offend some people, and may be misconstrued by some to be sexist. It is not, but you have been fairly warned. Also, this is a really long blog. I may break it up into a couple sections when I get done, but be warned, it is long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Over the last couple of days I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a man/woman, in general, and also how it relates to God. Now, in today's society it is not politically correct to talk about gender roles in almost anyway. Everyone is equal, and, so called, "gender roles" are sexist definitions arbitrarily created and imposed by a male driven culture that seeks to keep women subjugated. We make a huge effort to ensure an equal playing field across all realms for both men and women, and in so doing we are eliminating the old gender roles, or at least attempting to. This, I believe, is one of root causes of many of our society's problems.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ask you to define gender roles most of you would come up with similar things. Men are the ones who go out and fight, protect and provide, govern, lead, do hard labor, things of that nature. Women are the ones who nurture, care, love, are homemakers, cook meals, sew, things of that nature. However, there is a huge move to eliminate these roles, and it is done under the banner of equality. For one reason or another, there is the viewpoint that women are not equal to men, that they are somewhat lesser than men if they fall into these roles. I am not at all trying to make the argument that men and women do not have equal value, but equal value does not mean that we are the same, and it is a serious problem when we try to make us the same. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Men are supposed to be fighters. Now that does not mean we go out and beat the heck out of people just for fun. It means we are meant to be courageous warriors who fight for our convictions, our families, those we love. We are supposed to be leaders. We are meant to take the initiative and lead in truth and in love. Tied to that, we are meant to govern, whether that be within our families or on a national scale, we are supposed to seek God's will and guidance, and relay that rule, just as Moses did. We are supposed to be providers. We are tasked to ensure that our families, and those in need have food, have shelter, have clothing, have money, if needed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;However, for many men today, we are no longer fulfilling these roles. We are complacent and lazy. We do not provide for or protect, we do not fight for those we love, and we do not govern. It is not our "role" anymore, but that does not mean we still aren't meant to, it simply means that we have given up our responsibility, and I see more and more women taking on the role that men are meant to fill. Women are the ones leading their families and providing for their families while men ignore their role because it is already being filled. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Now it may seem that I am way off base, because, after all, if men have these roles, then women do too, and it is really not PC to say that only men should be fighting leading, etc... and women should be nurturing, homemaking, etc... Many will say that these roles really do not exist, that they are only created by oppressive systems, but I disagree. If you look at societies, cultures, throughout history, these roles are in existence. While people may not always agree with them, they have been in existence since the beginning of civilization. Also, you will be hard pressed to argue that there is not a fundamental difference between men and women. You can see it in small children. Look at almost any young boy and you will see a rambunctious little kid that gets into everything, scrapes up his knees, tears things apart, and runs around wild. Look at almost any little girl and you will see a kid who enjoys playing with tea sets and dolls, loves princesses and dress up. Now of course this is not a hard and fast line across the board, but generally, girls enjoy dolls, dress up, tea parties, etc... because they are designed to be nurtures. They cloth and provide food for their dolls, parents, friends, etc... and they take care of their "babies." Boys run around, get into things, take control, and somehow manage to create a gun out of everything they get their hands on, even if they have never seen a gun before, because they are designed to be fighters and leaders. You see little boys playing by building forts because they are designed to protect.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I was thinking about this on Tuesday, and I didn't say a word to Manda that day. Wednesday, during lunch, we were talking about why it is that guys can typically lose weight so much faster than girls and Manda said, "It's because guys have a higher metabolism because you are supposed to be out hunting and fighting and gathering food." Out of a completely different conversation, the same concept came up. We have gender roles and we are not meeting them.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Now I am talking a lot about men, because I am one, and so that's what I'm thinking about, but men aren't the only ones not fulfilling their designed roles. In many cases, women are taking on the role of men, which leaves their roles unfulfilled as well, which again, causes tons of problems.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;This is a bit of a strange place to stop this blog, but I think I am going to stop it here nonetheless, at least for now, but it is not done and more will be coming. I didn't get into how the elimination of gender roles is causing problems in society, so I will get into that in Part deux, along with more talk about fighting, love, and prizes. So as a final thought, here are the lyrics to the song Courageous, which is what got me to start thinking about this stuff in the first place. And just for fun, some of the lyrics to "Be a Man" from Mulan. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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We were made to lead the way&lt;/div&gt;
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We could be the generation&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
That finally breaks the chains&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were warriors on the front lines&lt;/div&gt;
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Standing, unafraid&lt;/div&gt;
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But now we're watchers on the sidelines&lt;/div&gt;
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While our families slip away&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, men of courage?&lt;/div&gt;
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You were made for so much more&lt;/div&gt;
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Let the pounding of our hearts cry&lt;/div&gt;
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We will serve the Lord&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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And we're taking back the fight&lt;/div&gt;
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We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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And it starts with us tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;The only way we'll ever stand&lt;/div&gt;
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Is on our knees with lifted hands&lt;/div&gt;
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Make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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Lord, make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;This is our resolution&lt;/div&gt;
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Our answer to the call&lt;/div&gt;
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We will love our wives and children&lt;/div&gt;
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We refuse to let them fall&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We will reignite the passion&lt;/div&gt;
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That we buried deep inside&lt;/div&gt;
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May the watchers become warriors&lt;/div&gt;
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Let the men of God arise&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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And we're taking back the fight&lt;/div&gt;
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We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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And it starts with us tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;The only way we'll ever stand&lt;/div&gt;
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Is on our knees with lifted hands&lt;/div&gt;
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Make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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Lord, make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Seek justice&lt;/div&gt;
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Love mercy&lt;/div&gt;
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Walk humbly with your God&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;In the war of the mind&lt;/div&gt;
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I will make my stand&lt;/div&gt;
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In the battle of the heart&lt;/div&gt;
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And the battle of the hand&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;In the war of the mind&lt;/div&gt;
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I will make my stand&lt;/div&gt;
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In the battle of the heart&lt;/div&gt;
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And the battle of the hand&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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And we're taking back the fight&lt;/div&gt;
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We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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And it starts with us tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;The only way we'll ever stand&lt;/div&gt;
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Is on our knees with lifted hands&lt;/div&gt;
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Make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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Lord, make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We were made to be courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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Lord, make us courageous&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Tranquil as a forest&lt;/div&gt;
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But on fire within&lt;/div&gt;
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Once you find your center&lt;/div&gt;
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you are sure to win&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;(Be a man)&lt;/div&gt;
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We must be swift as&lt;/div&gt;
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the coursing river&lt;/div&gt;
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(Be a man)&lt;/div&gt;
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With all the force&lt;/div&gt;
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of a great typhoon&lt;/div&gt;
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(Be a man)&lt;/div&gt;
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With all the strength&lt;/div&gt;
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of a raging fire&lt;/div&gt;
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Mysterious as the&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Now six stone water jars had been set there for Jewish purification. Each contained 20 or 30 gallons."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So what in the world does this have to do with baptism? It's actually really cool. In case you don't know, this verse comes from the passage in the Bible dealing with Jesus' 1st miracle, turning water into wine. The six stone water jars that are mentioned are the jars that Jesus instructed to be filled with water, and it was this water that He transformed into the choice wine for the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;
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In Old Testament Jewish law, ritual washing and purifications were very important, and in some ways, baptism is an extention of this. Baptism is&amp;nbsp;symbolic of ritually cleansing yourself, removing the grime and filth and dirt of your old sinful life and becoming clean before God. Just as the Jews would ceremonially clean themselves to remove the stain of sin, we are baptized, representing the cleansing and removal of sin that Christ has performed in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, what I find to be incredibly interessting about this﻿ is the fact that Jesus chose these jars, this water to turn into wine. These were holy jars and important water, and Jesus took that and transformed it into a LOT of wine for celebration. In some ways, this could be viewed as a statement against the old system, a representation of the fact that while, there had been a certain system in place in the past to keep people clean before God, the bridegroom had now come, and it was time to celebrate, to bring out the best wine in celebration of the wedding between the perfect bridegroom (Christ) and His bride (The Church).&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, the symbolism in the use of these jars is incredible! As we see multiple other places in the Bible, wine is symbolic of blood. We see, at the Last Supper, that Jesus directly relates the wine to His blood, which is poured out for the forgiveness of sins and which seals the new covenant. The jars and water that Jesus turned into wine were to be used for purification and cleaning under the new covenant. When He transformed this water into wine it was a statement that the old system of purification was over. People would now be cleaned through the washing with blood, Christ's blood. The wine was not just any wine, it was the best wine. The blood that cleanses us now is not just any blood from animal sacrifices, but the best, perfect blood of Christ. Where we once had to be ceremonially&amp;nbsp;washed with special, holy water, we are now washed, through baptism, in Christ and His blood. We are buried with Him and cleaned through Him and raised with Him in a new, clean life. &lt;br /&gt;
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One other interesting thing about this: In the OT, one of the 1st plagues on Egypt was the turning of water into blood, and these all led up to the Passover Meal, the salvation of the Israelites, and the establishment of the 1st covenant.&lt;br /&gt;
In the NT, Christ's 1st miracle was the turning of water into wine (blood). This began his ministry, which led up to the Last Supper (The Passover Meal) and the crucifixion of Christ, which established the new covenant and brought about the salvation for all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just some interesting thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-3351770286670481946?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The show is called American IDOL, and in some cases, just IDOL. The contestants are trying to become an idol, to be idolized, and for many Americans, and contestants, the judges are very much idols. You can watch the show and see plenty of people who are more than satisfied to simply meet, touch, hug, or kiss the judges, and they don't even care whether or not they make it through. They were able to have an encounter with their idol, and that is all that mattered to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, as Christians, we are not to have any idols. We are not to have any other gods before God, and we should not be worshipping and fawning over anything or anyone aside from God. This is easy to preach, and we all "get it" on a spiritual level, I guess. I mean, we don't have big golden calves in our living rooms that we pray to every day, but we still have idols, and for a lot of people, they come in the form of celebrities. So many people love American Idol because we get to be entertained by and "have an encounter" with current celebrities and those who hopefully soon will be. They are, quite literally, our idols. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am currently reading &lt;a href="http://crazylovebook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/a&gt;, and there is a quote in there by &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/about/who-is-john-piper" target="_blank"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt; that I find very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;“The critical question for our generation—and for every generation—is this: If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict or any natural disasters, could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ were not there?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a very pointed question. Is God your idol? He commands us not to have any other gods before Him and to not have any idols ... and it is because He should be our only idol. He should be the one that we fawn over. Just like many contestants on American Idol are completely satisfied to meet their idols in the judging room, even if they don't put them through to Hollywood, and even if they tell the contestant that they cannot sing at all.&amp;nbsp;How many of us are this way with God? Are we thrilled to simply be in His presence? Is&amp;nbsp;it the highlight of our lives to spend 2 minutes before our Lord, regardless of what He says or doesn't say? Is Christ our idol, and could we be satisfied with Him and Him alone or are there so many other&amp;nbsp;idols in our life that we could be satisfied in Heaven without&amp;nbsp;Christ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Last year the sole presenter was &lt;a href="http://www.swatseminar.com/S.W.A.T./McKinnon.html" target="_blank"&gt;Luke McKinnon&lt;/a&gt;, the pastor of X Factor, and we looked a lot at intelligent design and woodpeckers. This year, however, we are raising the bar and bringing in some world renowned apologists: &lt;a href="http://www.swatseminar.com/S.W.A.T./Moreland.html" target="_blank"&gt;J.P. Moreland&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.swatseminar.com/S.W.A.T./Hazen.html" target="_blank"&gt;Craig Hazen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;will be presenting along with Luke McKinnon.&lt;br /&gt;
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The topics for this year's seminar include: Christianity Among the World Religions, Case of the Existence of the Soul, Evidence for the Resurrection, and The Apologetics of C.S. Lewis. So if any of this peaks your interest/curiosity you should come join us. &lt;br /&gt;
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The seminar will be Feb. 24-25 at the Albuquerque International Balloon Museum, and the cost is only $25! &lt;br /&gt;
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To register, click &lt;a href="http://www.biola.edu/academics/sas/apologetics/events/register_payment/12Feb_24-25_SWATapolConf.cfm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray specifically for the entire world. There is a great website: &lt;a href="http://www.operationworld.org/"&gt;http://www.operationworld.org/&lt;/a&gt;, where you can get daily prayer guides for specific countries around the world. It includes specific information and prayer needs for that country, and is a great way to pray for the entire world.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's country is Poland &lt;a href="http://www.operationworld.org/pola"&gt;http://www.operationworld.org/pola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read through the entire Bible, cover to cover, every verse. &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/"&gt;http://www.youversion.com/&lt;/a&gt; has a lot of great reading plans to help with this. You can choose to read straight through, Genesis to Revelation, a historical reading, topical, Chronological, or any of several other plans.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sacrifice your money for a specific purpose. The whole idea here is to SACRIFICE, not just give the leftovers, but make a real sacrifice to help others. Figure out what you need to live on and donate the rest to a very specific purpose.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spend your time in another context. In other words, the challenge is to spend at least 2% of your time serving, going somewhere you are not used to or comfortable in to serve others. This may mean volunteering at the local homeless shelter or it may mean traveling across the globe, or both.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be invloved with an active church, with people dedicated to living life as Christ has told us to live it.&lt;/li&gt;
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This is the challenge that Manda and I are committing to for the next year, and I must say that my initial reaction to it is that it will be fairly easy. Praying, reading the Bible, being involved with a church, those won't be that hard, and it won't be that bad to donate time and money, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, turns out it's gonna be harder than I thought because, as I was thinking about what I could sacrifice to donate money to a specific purpose I realized that what I would need to sacrifice is not something I want to get rid of. My phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spend money every month for a data plan on my phone that I use constantly, but in no way, shape, or form need to have. I also realized that I have wanted to &lt;a href="http://donate.worldvision.org/OA_HTML/xxwv2DoChildSearch_B.jsp?"&gt;sponsor a child&lt;/a&gt; through &lt;a href="http://www2.worldvision.org/?open&amp;amp;lpos=top_drp_HomeButton"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt; for quite some time now, but have always said we don't have enough money. The money I spend every month on my data plan will cover most of the cost to sponsor a child every month. So, even though I absolutely do not want to get rid of my smartphone, when I compare having the luxury of immediate internet, social media, and app access to helping provide a child, their family, and their community with basic needs, food, shelter, health, etc... I cannot say that I would rather spend my money on my phone than another human being. So I am giving up my smartphone for a simple, basic phone and will be sponsoring a child. &lt;br /&gt;
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We have also talked about other ways to sacrifice, including cutting back our Netflix service, cutting back our cable/DVR service, cutting back our eating out, among other things, and we have other things that we would like to do with that money, but we haven't really decided on anything else. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's pretty crazy though how difficult it is to cut back my service. I went in to &lt;a href="http://www.t-mobile.com/"&gt;T-Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;yesterday to change out my phone, but I was met with very odd looks when I said I wanted to downgrade my phone, and then I was told I couldn't get a simple basic phone without using my upgrade and paying $50 at the cheapest. It seems strange that I would need to spend almost 3 months of my data plan just to get a simple phone, but I am looking into other options to get a phone right now. I'm pretty sure&amp;nbsp;we are going to sponsor a child soon even if I don't get my phone figured out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, this is really long so I'm gonna wrap things up. I'm nervous and excited for how these changes will affect our lives over the next year, but primarily just excited to see how God will work in our lives and the lives of those around us when we choose to live as He has instructed us to live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-8602503836777086396?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyways, I learned a couple of things while (well actually after) doing that run.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always swore that I hated and would always hate running, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it, thanks to Manda getting me to go run with her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;huge respect for Manda, who has run a Half Marathon.&amp;nbsp;I cannot imagine running another 5 miles on top of what we did last night.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I did not eat anywhere near enough food yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;When we got home from that run I was tired, but I was feeling ok. However, soon after getting home I started feeling nauseous and dizzy. I put the run into my phone and realized that I had burned about 200 more calories during that run than I had consumed all day. That's not a good thing. I proceeded to drink a glass of milk, accompanied by 2 Papa Murphy's chocolate chip cookies, 1 whole peach, and a slice of toast. I think this did the trick because I remember waking up with a bite of toast in my mouth, still holding the rest of the toast near my lips. It was&amp;nbsp;an awkward&amp;nbsp;thing to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I am quite happy that I completed that run yesterday, but next time I will make sure to eat a whole lot more (have more energy) in preparation for it, and I am not planning on doing anything crazy (like a Half Marathon) until January in DisneyWorld.&lt;br /&gt;
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*On a side note,&amp;nbsp;Manda is running a Half Marathon this weekend, and she's gonna rock it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/834807815959814144-2902867160944615462?l=sadarcher777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mallory was, obviously upset, and she was upset at us. However, the initial source of her frustration and anger last night was her failure to obey us. We had every intention and desire to have a pleasant bedtime, putting her to sleep while lovingly rocking her and singing to her. However, she chose, instead to fight and claw and scream, in order to get her way. Ironically, she got what she said she wanted, for us to leave her room. The entire time we were seconds away, watching her in the monitor, making sure she didn't hurt herself, but we allowed her to cry. Even though every fiber of us wanted to just go in, pick her up, love her, comfort her ... we let her cry. We let her cry because we love her, and in the long run it is going to be better for her. When she comes into our room she doesn't sleep well, we don't sleep well, and the next day everyone is a bit crankier, and she tends to get in more trouble. She needs to sleep in her room, and so, even though it was hard. We let her cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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How often do we do this with God? God has a specific plan for us, and it's great. If we were to follow it and allow Him to do what He has planned we would be blown away by how great it is, but instead of peacefully drifting off to sleep in His arms, to the sound of His voice, we kick and scream and claw and demand our way. We fight tooth and nail to disobey and do what we "know" will be better. Then, when God says, "I want to rock you to sleep peacefully in my arms. Do you want this, or do you want to deny this?" we deny it. We ask/tell Him to leave, and then we are furious that we don't feel Him there. It makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, just like Manda and I never truly left and abandoned Mallory, God never leaves us. He will allow us to go our own way sometime and do what we want, but He is always there, watching us, and His heart is breaking to see the pain we are going through. He is standing there, knowing that if we would just allow Him to take over everything would be so much better, and yet, because He loves us, He is witholding, allowing us to make our own choices, and suffer the consequences, in order that we may learn.&lt;br /&gt;
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So often we feel like God abandons us and leaves us alone when we are the most upset, but we do not see the big picture, and we forget that we asked Him to leave in the first place. However, even in the midst of our screaming, flailing of legs, and attempts to climb out of our crib, He is always there, loving us, caring about us, and waiting for us to choose to surrender and let Him take over so He can hold us in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"...I will never leave you nor forsake you." -- Joshua 1:5b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -- Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That got boring after about 30 minutes so...we got Starbucks and went to the park. This particular park had a brand new playground. When was the last time you played on a playground? It had been quite a while for me, and I suddenly turned into a little kid, in a big body, which was a problem. There were these rope ladder/web things (picture below), and I thought it would be fun to try and crawl through one of the holes. Well, I got my head through easily, and then my arms and shoulders, with a bit of difficulty, and then I encountered a problem. Evidently, my butt and hips are larger than my shoulders, cause I was firmly stuck, and every attempt to get out only succeeded in almost pulling my pants off.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there I am, stuck in the playground equipment, when some little girl decides she wants to climb on that rope grid... She lets me know I am in the way, which I assure her that I know. She then tells me to move, and I point out the fact that I am stuck and cannot move. She then scolds me, asks me why I got in there if I couldn't get out, and proceeds to become incredibly annoyed and yell at Manda, TJ, and I as we try, to no avail, to free me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, I am able to backtrack and corkscrew my self back out, up and over my shoulders again. I was, needless to say, a bit embarrassed, and yet it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The moral of the story...if you ever find yourself needing to waste a couple hours cause your movie was sold out, go play on a playground, get stuck cause you are larger than the average kid, and get scolded by kid who is much younger and smaller than you. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's&amp;nbsp;always an interesting experience for me, remembering my grandma,&amp;nbsp;marveling at my family, and examining all the graves of strangers, some of whom lived full lives and fought in many wars for our countries, and others, like the ones I saw this week, lived only a day or less, and died within 24 hours of being born, along with their twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, that is not really what&amp;nbsp;I started this blog intending to write about. The other part of our annual Memorial Day trip is that we head up into the mountains, go hiking for a bit, and dam the stream. Now I don't know about all of you, but I get an incredible amount of joy out of damming a stream, river, any sort of moving water! I remember, as a teenager, on several youth camping trips, my friends and I would spend hours moving large rocks and trees across the Pecos river, effectively raising the water level on the top side of the dam. &lt;br /&gt;
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The stream is a bit smaller up in the Santa Fe mountains, and the team was a bit smaller, just me, while M&amp;amp;M and my parents watched and took pictures, but I had to get Mallory in on the dam building legacy early. :) So I moved rocks, sticks, bark, and yes, trees, and built a dam across that stream, and I probably raised it at least 3 or 4 inches. &lt;br /&gt;
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All the while Mallory was watching. She was pretty interested at first, venturing to touch the water and throw a few rocks, but then, as I started throwing larger rocks into place, and thereby splashing her, she became less enthusiastic about her strange father out in the middle of the stream. &lt;br /&gt;
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At one point I grabbed a larger rock, which I was going to set gently into place, but Manda said I should throw it. I warned that there would be a big splash, but she said to go for it, so I did, and what resulted is outlined in the pictures below. A wall of water came splashing over all four of them and left moss covering Manda. &lt;br /&gt;
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All in all it was&amp;nbsp;a really fun trip, and I was able to carry Mallory over the freshly built dam to the other side of the stream. I can't wait to go back next year. Maybe by that time she will be old enough to help me.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, as I told Manda last night, I cannot find joy in this event. In fact, I find it a bit upsetting that so many people are so happy over this man's death. Now don't get me wrong, I think that he was evil, did evil things, and needed to be stopped. Did he get what he deserved? Probably, yes, but I cannot be happy over the fact that we killed him. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I cannot stop thinking about is this: Was his life worth less than yours or mine? Was his life less sacred than yours or mine? Did God love him any less than you or I? The answer, I am convinced, is a resounding no. He performed atrocities during his life that set him apart in the views of many, but how many of us have not performed atrocities? &lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder, how many Christians felt any sorrow over this man's death vs. happiness and joy? Easter was just over a week ago, the day we celebrate the sacrifice that Christ made for us to bring us salvation and free us from our sin and an eternity in Hell. We rejoice over that and talk about how amazing it is that Christ would have come and died if only to save YOU. How often do we really put that statement into practice and belief though? It is great to think that God loves YOU or those YOU love enough to die to save only them, but what about Osama bin Laden? Did God love him enough to suffer and die to save only him? Did God love him enough to suffer and die for him, knowing everything that he would do? Would Christ have taken that bullet to the head to save bin Laden? &lt;br /&gt;
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It is so easy for us to talk about how much Christ loves and dies for us, knowing everything that we would do, all of the terrible things that we would do in and with our lives.It is easy to think about love and forgiveness and no one being too bad when we are talking about ourselves, our group of friends and family, but it seems that we do not carry this out to those who we do not love or forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's the beauty of God's love! We cannot possibly understand it! He loves when we hate. He forgives when we hold grudges. His love is absolutely perfect and covers EVERYONE, no matter what they have done or who they are. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, am I happy that Osama bin Laden is no longer free to move about the world, to plan terrorist attacks, to hurt countless thousands of people? Am I happy that the man responsible for so many innocent deaths has been "brought to justice?" Do I think that he deserved to die? Absolutely. However, I am not happy, and I certainly find no joy in the fact, that a human being who God loves and died for is now, for all we know, sentenced to an eternity in Hell. I simply cannot find joy in that, and the mass jubilation over the killing of a person, regardless of who it is, is upsetting to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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