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I was recently at a conference in Spartanburg, SC. I heard this story from a couple working in a West African country. They related it to me as heard directly from the lady involved. It sounds incredible but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American couple was ministering to a group of women who had recently become followers of Jesus Christ. They were all raised in another belief system and it is not unusual for women who have started following Jesus to be treated very badly by their husbands. These women are denied the opportunity to go to school so they cannot read. One lady asked for advise on what the Bible says she should do because her life had become very difficult since she has started following Jesus and her husband was beating her because she would no longer attend his place of worship with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman stood up and gave her testimony. She told the group that she became a follower of Jesus and her husband got very angry with her when she refused to go to his place of worship with him. He told all his relatives and neighbors that he did not know what to do with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told her husband that she was going to a week long meeting where she could learn more about Jesus. This only made him more angry. He wanted to know who would clean his house and cook his food if she went away. She reassured him that he would do just fine and it would only be five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, he told all his neighbors that she would never set foot back in his house again. He locked up all the doors and windows and left. Just to make his decision sure, he went to a river and crossed half way over the bridge. There he threw the key to his locked home out into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woman came home she thought of how her husband must have had a difficult week cooking for himself, so she decided to stop and buy food from the marketplace to cook his favorite meal. When she arrived home she found her house locked up tight and her husband was nowhere to be found. She went to her neighbors, but no one would tell her what had happened. She finally asked one of her neighbors to help her cook the food so it would not spoil. They started to clean the fish and as they cut one open a key fell out onto the floor. They could not believe their eyes. They have never seen a key come out of a fish before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor told her that it looked like the key to her house and she encouraged her to go try it. It fit! So she opened her house and finished cooking the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her husband heard that she was in the house he became angry once again. He rushed home and found, to his surprise, that there was no sign of a break-in. He demanded to know how she got into his house. She showed him the key as she told him the story of the key falling out of the stomach of the fish. Then she served him the meal and he ate in silence and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he asked if he could go to her church with her on Sunday. As they sat in church together he just sat in silence. After the service he asked if he could talk to the pastor alone. She took her husband to meet and talk with the pastor. He told the pastor that this Jesus was a worker of miracles and he asked what he needed to do to become a follower of Jesus like his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year and a half and they are still attending church together faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I have removed wording identifying the belief system and specific country is because this is not about a belief system. This story is about the lengths God will go to as He reveals His love for one individual man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time God used a fish to tell people of the love and forgiveness He offers. Jonah was a reluctant prophet.He knew the Lord was a God who desires that all people come into a relationship with Him. Jonah thought judgement and eternal hell was the best option for the people he despised but the Lord prepared a great fish to help Jonah deliver His message of love and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I would normally find such a story a bit dubious if it was just being circulated around the internet, I am conveying the story as I heard it from the one who witnessed the testimony from the woman with the key. They have also talked to her pastor who attests to the fact that the husband had a radical instantaneous change to his belief system due to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the Key to God&#39;s love and He has gone to great lengths to show you His love. I would love to talk with you if you would like to know more about this love that would do what we would think to be impossible. Just send me a message. &lt;/div&gt;
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My heart is broken! This was an avoidable tragedy. Recently in South Asia, a festival was being celebrated where an effigy of a large man was being burned. The effigy represented evil and he was filled with firecrackers. The atmosphere was one electric with the anticipation of the fire being lit and the evil man being vanquished.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the effigy was being engulfed in the flames the fireworks started igniting and the night sky was filled with bangs, pops, whistling, and the din of general celebratory chaos. A large group of men, women, and children moved to higher ground to have a better view of the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;
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As their eyes were fixed on the burning evil man before them their ears were filled with the sound of the explosions and their hearts were filled with the joy of the festival. No one heard the sound or saw the light of the speeding train heading right for the poor souls who were distracted by the entertainment that had captured their attention. The higher ground they were standing on was the raised railway track. The train engineer could not see them in the darkness and even if he did see them there was no way he could stop the train in time.&lt;br /&gt;
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The train mowed people down in an instant. Bodies were flying about like rag-dolls. A festival had turned into a tragedy. Laughter turned into mourning as 60 people entered eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh that there would have been someone there to warn them of the coming train. Oh that there were people who were not distracted by the lights and whistles of everything going on around them. And how evil that person would be if they saw disaster coming and failed to warn as many as they could.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is another train coming. This is the train of the wrath of God. This is the coming judgement where people will have to give an account of what they have done with Jesus. People did not believe they were in danger, but that did not change the fact that the train was headed their way. People may not believe Jesus is the only way to heaven, but that does not change the fact that judgement is coming.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are a believer in Jesus Christ, you are called to tell people of the coming judgement. You are not responsible for what they do with the information, but you are responsible to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lord spoke to the prophet Ezekiel about the responsibility of the watchman. If the watchman was to stand on the city wall and see an attack coming against the city but said nothing to the people of the city he would be held responsible. But if he warned the people of the coming attack he would be free from responsibility. And so it is with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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  &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot;&gt;Ezekiel 33:8–9&lt;/span&gt; (ESV)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;If I say to the wicked, O wicked one, you shall surely die, and you do not speak to warn the wicked to turn from his way, that wicked person shall die in his iniquity, but his blood I will require at your hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;But if you warn the wicked to turn from his way, and he does not turn from his way, that person shall die in his iniquity, but you will have delivered your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Our job is not to argue someone into heaven. Our job is not to trick people into signing a pledge, saying a prayer, raising a hand, modifying their behavior, or changing their religion. Our job is to tell them about Jesus. Our job is to exalt Jesus. They are held responsible for what they do with the information. If we truly believe Jesus is the ONLY way to heaven why do we not tell them?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was talking to a man of another faith the other day. He told me he knew a little about Jesus (most of which was not accurate) but he said people have tried to convert him. He looked a little puzzled as I told him my job was not to convert him. My job is to make much of Jesus. And Jesus would destroy his other gods when He is ready. False gods cannot stand in the presence of the One True Living God.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Children of Israel would carry the Ark of the Covenant, which represented the presence of God, with them into battle. Once the Ark was captured by the Philistines. They placed the Ark in the temple of their god, Dagon. In the morning Dagon had fallen onto his face before the presence of the True God. The priests propped up their god (Side note: If you have to prop your god up you are worshipping the wrong god) but the next morning Dagon had fallen over and broke his arms and head off (1 Samuel 5:1-5). False gods cannot stand in the presence of the One True Living God.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is no way we can &quot;convert&quot; anyone. Only Jesus can transform the human heart. But we do have the responsibility of telling people about Jesus. It is our job to tell people to &quot;GET OFF THE TRACKS!!!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/6341427054342183311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2018/10/get-off-tracks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/6341427054342183311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/6341427054342183311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2018/10/get-off-tracks.html' title='GET OFF THE TRACKS!!!'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-5478124441841705657</id><published>2018-03-12T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-03-12T22:35:52.760-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abuse of Power"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adultery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Battle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christ"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="David"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Failure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Identity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Innocent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Israel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="King"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leadership"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Murder"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Principle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rape"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Warrior"/><title type='text'>The View From The Top - A Lesson For Leaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3pPJJ6pQkqLa3jmWBbsLiw28gSLETSC8ZXSgrZDftVVdWyQzmRAqvMVhXtSJscaHmwl3pGk9FwbC-gfQH2_yEEv9Z5Wrc65nSdIpgc272X3xdu8gy0AGG2rQCXksA4CrjBKLsBNW32I36/s1600/IMG-20180307-WA0000.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;900&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3pPJJ6pQkqLa3jmWBbsLiw28gSLETSC8ZXSgrZDftVVdWyQzmRAqvMVhXtSJscaHmwl3pGk9FwbC-gfQH2_yEEv9Z5Wrc65nSdIpgc272X3xdu8gy0AGG2rQCXksA4CrjBKLsBNW32I36/s400/IMG-20180307-WA0000.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning while sitting in my hotel room in South Asia I made a cup of coffee with my AeroPress coffee maker, because if you want good coffee while you travel abroad you carry your own coffee maker. While sipping on my delicious, freshly brewed coffee I opened my Bible to 2 Samuel chapter 11. You know the story. It&#39;s the story of King David and his rape of the wife of one of his Mighty Men, the elite fighting force of David&#39;s army. This is one of his Special Forces men. A trusted warrior. A man of valor and honor.&lt;br /&gt;
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David was a man who had fought his battles valiantly and won. He deserved a break. It was time for him to rest. So David sent Joab out to fight for him. Then the Bible records that David got off the couch&amp;nbsp; and went up to the roof to stretch his legs in the cool of the evening, and that&#39;s when things start to go south. David sees a beautiful woman bathing on her rooftop. Now before you blame Bathsheba, step outside of your culture and into the culture of David&#39;s day.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day I was on the roof of a guest house in Kathmandu. As you can see in the picture, rooftops are a useful part of the home. This would have been similar in the time of King David, except for the satellite dishes. The roof is where the women would dry the laundry, but it is the roof where the family would go to bathe as well. The average person did not have servants to heat water and fill a soaking tub. They would take a bucket of water, usually room temperature, to the roof where they could enjoy some privacy. Bathsheba would have gone to the roof to wash the sweat of the days work off while there was still some daylight left.&lt;br /&gt;
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King David went to his roof to survey all that he had accomplished and because his roof was higher than any other around him he was able to see this beautiful woman pouring water over her body in what we would call a bucket shower or camping shower. The problem wasn&#39;t that David saw her bathing, it was that David watched her bathing. It is so very ironic that David stood there in the fading daylight transfixed on that which did not belong to him as the sun was setting on his kingship. He did not see what he was setting in motion. He had let his guard down. He wasn&#39;t thinking clearly. He was lost in lust.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know the rest of the story, but what struck me this morning as I was reading was the unintended consequences of his actions. David think he would get caught in his sin. He thought he was smarter than everyone else. But when Uriah has more integrity than David he decides he has to kill him in order to cover up his sin. But the unintended consequences were that Uriah was not the only one who was killed because of David&#39;s sin. Verse 17 of chapter 11 tells us that &quot;some of the people among David&#39;s servants fell, and Uriah the Hittite also died.&quot; Uriah was not the only one who died because of David&#39;s sin. Other men died who were not a part of the story. David did not rape their wives, but he did orphan their children. What a tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;
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When the prophet Nathan confronted David he told the king these words from the Lord:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot;&gt;2 Samuel 12:7–8&lt;/span&gt; (ESV)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Nathan said to David, “You are the man! Thus says the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-indent: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 12pt;&quot;&gt;, the God of Israel, ‘I anointed you king over Israel, and I delivered you out of the hand of Saul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 12pt;&quot;&gt;And I gave you your master’s house and your master’s wives into your arms and gave you the house of Israel and of Judah. And if this were too little, I would add to you as much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 12pt;&quot;&gt;David went to the roof to survey all that he had accomplished but he failed to see it was not his accomplishment, it was what the Lord had given him. And then these words, &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;I would have given you as much more.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; David settled for too little. He stole what did not belong to him with his own hand when the Lord was ready to give him so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 12pt;&quot;&gt;So here are a few things we can learn from David&#39;s mistake as a leader:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not surround yourself with &quot;Yes&quot; men.&lt;/b&gt; Surround yourself with people who will tell you the truth. I have a friend who told me over 30 years ago, &quot;I love you enough to tell you the truth, even if it costs us our relationship.&quot; And there have been times that he has, and I love him like a brother.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never let your guard down.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guard your eyes. Guard your heart. Guard your mind. When you let your guard down the enemy will attack you at your weakest point, and sometimes the weakest point is where you think you are strong but you neglect you protection in that area. Your pride will be your downfall every time.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t try to cover your mistakes.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Take your lumps and move on. The coverup only makes things worse.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sin will cost you more than you want to pay.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is no such thing as a victimless sin. People who have nothing to do with your sin will also pay the price. Uriah died. Other innocent men died. And the baby born from David&#39;s sin died.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t settle for too little.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;God wants to give you so much more than you can even imagine.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t live in the failures of the past.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you were a child learning to ride a bike you probably fell off the bike at some point and scraped your knee. But you got back up and rode your bike like a boss. Learn from your mistakes, don&#39;t live in them. That is not your identity. The Lord said of David that he &quot;is a man after my own heart&quot; even knowing David would make a huge blunder. The Lord does not see your failures, He sees Jesus. Get back up, get back on the bike, learn from your mistake, and move on forward.&lt;/li&gt;
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On June 12, 2016, a gunman entered a nightclub in Orlando, FL that was frequented by members of the LGBT community with evil in his heart. By the time he was killed by police officers he had killed 49 and injured another 53. He believed he was doing God a favor and earning himself a guaranteed spot in heaven. My heart is broken for the victims and the families who have been devastated by a coward who raised his hand against a country and one specific community in particular.&lt;/div&gt;
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The rhetoric has been flying around from many different perspectives since the massacre. Two statements have been made by some members of the Christian community that have been very disturbing to me that need to be addressed. Ephesians 4:15 tells us to speak the truth in love. These two points of view do not meet this standard set forth by the Apostle Paul. The first goes something like this, &quot;This is the judgement of God upon the LGBT community.&quot; or, &quot;They got what they deserved!&quot; The second is along the lines of, &quot;Well, the Bible calls for homosexuals to be put to death.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would like to deal with the second statement first. Does the Bible call for all homosexuals to be put to death? What does the Bible say about homosexuality? There is much debate within Christendom about homosexuality. You may disagree with me, and that&#39;s okay, but may we please disagree in the spirit of love.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;WHAT DOES THE BIBLE REALLY SAY ABOUT HOMOSEXUALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first mention of homosexuality is in the book of Genesis chapters 18 &amp;amp; 19. The Lord sent two angels to Sodom and Gomorrah to destroy the cities for their wickedness. When the angels (in the form of 2 men) came to Lot&#39;s home the men of Sodom tried, unsuccessfully, to attack the angels intending to rape them, presuming them to be men. Lot escaped and the Lord rained flaming sulfur down upon the cities destroying the cities and all the inhabitants.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Lord destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah for their wickedness but nowhere in the Bible does it state that the cities were destroyed solely because of homosexuality. Normally you hear people arguing from one of two poles. One group says God destroyed them because of homosexuality; the other side says they were destroyed for their lack of hospitality. I believe both poles lack fidelity to the scriptures. The Lord says in Ezekiel 16:49-50, &quot;Behold, this was the guilt of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters had pride, excess of food, and prosperous ease, but did not aid the poor and needy. They were haughty and did an abomination before me. So I removed them, when I saw it.&quot; God did not destroy Sodom and Gomorrah for any singular sin but because they were totally corrupt.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the book of Leviticus we read, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lev 18.22; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lev 20:13. These passages do call homosexual relationships sin, an abomination in the eyes of God, and the latter calls for the death penalty, but is this a prescription for all people of all time? NO!!! These passages must be taken in their context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What is the context? The Lord is speaking to a specific people group for a specific purpose. He is addressing the Children of Israel and He wants them to be a people separated unto Him. This is made clear in the following passages;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;You are therefore to keep all My statutes and all My ordinances and do them, so that the land to which I am bringing you to live will not spew you out.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lev 20:22 and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Thus you are to be holy to Me, for I the Lord am holy; and I have set you apart from the peoples to be Mine.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lev 20:26. You cannot lift a verse or two out of it&#39;s proper context and make it prescriptive for every person, for all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That is quite a list, but one thing I noticed; the Bible does not prioritize sin on a flowchart of &quot;Really Bad Sins&quot; to &quot;Not Really All That Bad Sins.&quot; God does not have a sliding scale like we do, and we make sure our favorite sins are not given much weight and sins we do not like are weighted very heavy. In our own minds we picture God winking at our sins and being disgusted by sins we don&#39;t find tempting to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Luke 13:2-5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;And Jesus said to them, “Do you suppose that these Galileans were greater sinners than all other Galileans because they suffered this fate?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I tell you, no, but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Or do you suppose that those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them were worse culprits than all the men who live in Jerusalem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I tell you, no, but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Jesus goes on to tell a parable about a fig tree that didn&#39;t produce fruit. When the landowner came and saw the unproductive fig tree he wanted to pull it out and throw it away but the gardener talked him into waiting until he could work with the tree and fertilize it. The point of the story was about the mercy and grace of God. Jesus was pointing out that we should not be in the business of judging people, the point is you must be concerned about &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; sin. Jesus wants you to repent while you still have a chance. Those who were murdered in Orlando no longer have a chance to repent. Their place in eternity is sealed. Those who did not have a relationship with Jesus Christ will never a relationship with Jesus. That breaks my heart! That breaks the heart of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We see the heart of God in the book of Ezekiel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Do I have any pleasure in the death of the wicked,” declares the Lord God, “rather than that he should turn from his ways and live?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ezekiel 18:23. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Say to them, ‘As I live!’ declares the Lord God, ‘I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather that the wicked turn from his way and live. Turn back, turn back from your evil ways! Why then will you die, O house of Israel?&#39;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ezekiel 33:11. And the Apostle Peter tells us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;The Lord is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;2 Peter 3:9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;God wants sinners to repent and turn to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/4844316093648369563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-heart-of-father.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4844316093648369563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4844316093648369563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-heart-of-father.html' title='The Heart of the Father'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-7496733970186678176</id><published>2015-05-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-29T09:51:17.951-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calvary Chapel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calvary Community Church"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comfort Zone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Free Fall"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mission"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missionary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pray"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><title type='text'>Bittersweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Well, this is it. My last day in the office at Calvary Community Church. I will be teaching a couple of classes on Sunday but this is my last day working in the office. I will clean out my office on Sunday and Monday but I am taking this day in and treasuring it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have often said, &quot;If your Christian life doesn&#39;t feel like a free fall most of the time, you are probably not doing it right.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now I feel like I am in a free fall. But the thing the Lord has taught me along the way is that He is faithful. I can trust Him to catch me. He consistently calls me to step out of my comfort zone so I have to rely on Him. When He originally called me into full-time ministry I told Him He would have to show up BIG because without Him I would fall flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still feel that way. If Jesus doesn&#39;t show up BIG I will fall flat on my face. That is just the place I want to be...dependent upon Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will miss working with the staff of Calvary on a daily basis but I am glad I am not leaving the fellowship of my Calvary family. You have all been a blessing to me in more ways than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ministry the Lord is leading me into is a continuation of what you all have poured into me over the last 5 years I have been on full-time staff, 4 1/2 years I volunteered in the front office, and the last 22 years Denice and I have been attending Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please continue to pray for us as we follow the Lord as we commit to pray for you. We love you all from the bottom of our heart.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/7496733970186678176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2015/05/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/7496733970186678176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/7496733970186678176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2015/05/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet!'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-2127013718631511175</id><published>2015-05-05T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-05T21:13:06.110-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brian Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calvary Chapel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mission"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missionary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pastor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peter"/><title type='text'>Stepping Out Of The Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
When Jesus called Peter to step out of the boat Peter responded by stepping out of the boat. Jesus didn&#39;t call Peter to understand how he was going to walk on water, He just called Peter to step out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus has called us to trust Him and step out of the boat. I have had had the privilege of being trained for ministry at Calvary Community Church as a volunteer and full time minister for the past 9 years. I will be leaving the full time pastoral staff at Calvary on May 31, 2015.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have heard my heart over the past 4 1/2 years it will not be any surprise to you that the Lord has captured my heart for the people and land of India. I have been invited to join the staff of Global Training Network to go train pastors in the majority world. My primary focus will be South Asia.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I mean by the term &quot;Majority World&quot; is the parts of the world where people do not have access to colleges and seminaries to get theological training; mainly Asia, Africa, and Latin America. It has been reported that 80% of the pastors in the majority world have little to no training.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I will be doing is traveling to South Asia 4-6 times per year. I am being purposely vague do to the persecution and spiritual warfare that is present in these areas.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will still be around Calvary when I am not traveling to the mission field or working on raising our support. We would greatly appreciate your prayer as we raise support and go do the work God has called us to. I am including information below as to how you can be a part of our ministry as we seek to build the Kingdom of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would like to take the first trip in July and August.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Here are the ways you could be a part of our financial support team.&lt;/div&gt;
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Global Training Network&lt;/div&gt;
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Please put #481 on the memo portion of the check and not our name.&lt;/div&gt;
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You could visit our support page by clicking on our name:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.globaltrainingnetwork.org/donation/?desig=48100&amp;amp;motiv=G000-GNRL&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Denice Gandy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and choosing from the single gift, monthly recurring gift, and the annual recurring gift options.&lt;/div&gt;
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The least expensive way to give (other than a check) is with the EFT (Electric Funds Transfer) option.&lt;/div&gt;
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Or you could scan the QR Code with your phone to go directly to our support page.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;Thank you for your love, prayer, and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This is the story of a man named Frank. Frank loved t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;o hike. You
could always find Frank hiking the trails through the mountains and hills
around Phoenix, Arizona. He could be found hiking no matter what the weather
was like. In the scorching heat of the Arizona summers he would hike in the
early morning before it was too hot. When it was raining he would dawn his
raincoat and out he would go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Frank spent lots of money for just the right shoes and clothes for
hiking. He would always take plenty of water to stay hydrated. He would take
morning hikes; he would take evening hikes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mount Whitney is the highest mountain peak in the lower 48 contiguous states. His
friends were always encouraging him to go for it. After many years Frank
finally decided to do it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Frank spent months training and preparing for this strenuous hike. He
read books and blog posts about how to hike the high mountain peaks. He bought
everything the books suggested for the hike. He even found people he could
Skype with to pick up tips for the hike.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The long anticipated day finally came when he was to hike the
mountain of his dreams. He set off on his hike early in the morning before the
sun came up. Frank figured he would take his time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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and back out. He would camp along the way and enjoy his time alone in God’s
great creation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He soon met up with a man who was friendly and knew the trail well. His name
was Lou. Frank had found a friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Lou was a bit of a prankster. He noticed Frank would pick up a rock
now and then and put it in his backpack as they were hiking. Lou soon figured
out he could slip an extra rock into Franks pack without him knowing it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The morning of the second day started off well and without Frank
knowing it, Lou stuck a note onto the back of Frank’s pack that read, “I bet
you can’t slip a rock into my pack without me knowing it!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The challenge was on. Because Frank and Lou were taking their time,
other hikers would overtake them and as stealthily as possible they would try
their hand at slipping a rock or two into Frank’s pack with him being none the
wiser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This went on for two entire days. Frank didn’t even notice the
unusual number of rock accumulating in his backpack. The only thing Frank
noticed was he was getting fatigued more than he had anticipated, but he
pressed on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The morning finally came when the two men were going to ascend to
the summit. They got up early and started the trek to the top of the mountain. The
destination was in sight and they figured they would reach their destination by
noon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The higher they climbed the wearier Frank became. Lou would walk on
ahead of Frank and rest while his traveling companion struggled with every
step.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Frank could finally go no further. He collapsed under the weight of
the load he was carrying. He couldn’t make it to the top. He was exhausted. He
faltered so close to the top of the mountain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As Frank sat there completely spent and discouraged, Lou walked right
by him laughing. He was heading back down the mountain in search of his next
victim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Frank’s story does not end with him sitting by the trail defeated,
you see, another man came by. His name was Joshua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Joshua looked upon Frank with compassion. He opened Frank’s
backpack and started taking out the rocks, even the rocks Frank himself had
picked up along the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Joshua tenderly asked him why he carried these rocks. Frank didn’t
have a good answer. As Joshua gave him water to drink, cast the weights aside, and said, &quot;You don&#39;t have
to carry that burden anymore. I&#39;ll carry your burdens.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Joshua picked up Frank&#39;s backpack and put it on his own back. He helped Frank to his feet and then carried him to the summit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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me introduce the characters to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: large; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Rocks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–&amp;nbsp;That&#39;s the things we pick up along life&#39;s journey. Things such as: Hurts caused by others; Hurts we have caused others; Abuse; Forgiveness withheld; Bitterness; Sin; Habits; Materialism; Idols of all sorts; Etc. Your list of rocks will vary from mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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– That is me. I pick up rocks and put them in my pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: large; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frank&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
is you as well. You pick up rocks and put them in your backpack just like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: large; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lou&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
– That is Lucifer. He is not a friend. He is an enemy. He will put rocks in
your backpack. He wants to slow you down or even get you to quit altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: large; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joshua&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
– That’s Jesus. He wants to help you purge your pack. He will help you reach
the summit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Hebrews 12:1-2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of
witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin
which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is
set before us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and
perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising
the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne on God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;Adapted from my message which can be accessed by clicking this link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.calvaryphx.com/media-library/sermon/lay-your-burden-down/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Lay Down Your Burdens&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align=&quot;left&quot; size=&quot;1&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot; /&gt;

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&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: footnote;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ 明朝&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update&lt;/i&gt;
(LaHabra, CA: The Lockman Foundation, 1995), Heb 12:1–2.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I had one of those days...and it&#39;s not over with yet. Although it&#39;s been one of those days it is probably not exactly what you&#39;re thinking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out with a breakfast meeting with a man who I&#39;ve been meeting with while he is awaiting trial. His future is uncertain and he is seperated from his wife and children by thousands of miles of dirt and water. I have watched the Lord move in his life and transform his character. What once started off as a meeting with a man with no hope has turned into listening to him talk about the books he found at a thrift store that will help him learn to be the man-husband-father God has always intended him to be. Where he once was selfabsorbed now he finds ways to bless others. His countanance has changed from gloomy and depressing to bright and cheery. This was good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I went to the children&#39;s hospital to pray for a 3 week old boy with Down&#39;s Syndrome. They are trying to fatten him up so he can undergo heart surgery to repair a heart defect. His mother was an encouragement to me as she so lovingly cared for her handsome little son. She smiled as she told me that God had specifically chosen her to care for this precious gift. This was good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it was time for lunch with a colleague. I had the joy of sharing a good meal with a good friend. The lunch was Indian food. This was good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the opportunity to pray for relief from demonic activity for a young lady who has suffered from abuse of all sorts from the men in her life who should have been protecting her. After we prayed for her she prayed to give her life to Jesus. This was good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there I drove to the far side of the Valley to pray with a beloved saint whose race is nearing the finish line. I met him and his dear wife in Israel 7 years ago. We prayed for him 4 years back when the doctors told him the cancer would take his life within 6-7 months. Four years later the doctors are still amazed. He praised his Saviour for His goodness. I told him I love him and that the next time I see him will be on the other side. He smiled and drifted back off to sleep. This was good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am having a good cup of coffee while I write this blog post. This is good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an hour I will be meeting with a group of South Asian leaders from various Indian fellowship across the Valley as we spend time in prayer together. Different ministries seeking the Lord&#39;s guidance as we reach out to the Indian community for Jesus Christ. Men on their knees crying out to the Lord. This is good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has proven to be quite a day. I could use more days like this day. &quot;One of those days&quot; like this are good for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/8621409215558379854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2015/02/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/8621409215558379854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/8621409215558379854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2015/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days!'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-77032971948814265</id><published>2014-07-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-27T15:44:34.674-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ileostomy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="J-Pouch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ostomy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Surgery"/><title type='text'>My Health Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
On Monday, August 4, 2014, I will be going into Banner Good Samaritan Hospital to have major surgery. This has been a long time coming. First of all I want you to know I do not have cancer. And for that I am extremely grateful. But let me take a moment to tell you how I arrived here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have struggled with intestinal issues from my early teens. I have had many polyps throughout my life. Finally in 1998 I had to have my colon removed. The surgeon made a pouch out of my small intestine and hooked that up so I could go to the bathroom as normal, just 10-15 times per day. That worked well for the next 15 1/2 years. That is, until I went on my second trip to India.&lt;br /&gt;
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Half way through that trip this past January, my internal pouch stopped working properly. Instead of going to the bathroom 10-15 times per day, I had to go every 20 minutes to an hour. I thought it would get better but it didn&#39;t. Now 7 months later I have to have all that previous work removed and have an ileostomy installed. That is an external bag. If you are unfamiliar with what I&#39;m referring to just Google &quot;Ileostomy&quot; and you will get a pretty good idea what I will be dealing with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to thank you for praying for me. It will be a very painful surgery and I will not only be recovering physically but I will be learning to deal with life with an ostomy bag. The good news is this will free me from being tethered to a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will have the freedom to do things I have not been able to do for the past 16 years. I will be able to go fishing with my dad. I will be able to sleep on an airplane. I will be able to go to the villages in India without having to worry about bathroom facilities. I will be able to go hunting.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are all things I currently cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you again for all your prayers. I should be healed up and on my feet in time for my daughter&#39;s wedding in late September. I was fearful that I would have to leave during the ceremony to go find a bathroom. I will be able to stay through the service and bawl my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me know if you have any questions. I am more than happy to answer them. Not much embarrasses me anymore. Oh, and no, it has nothing to do with my diet. This is a genetic problem I have been dealing with for almost 40 years now.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/77032971948814265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-health-journey.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/77032971948814265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/77032971948814265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-health-journey.html' title='My Health Journey'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-4825463955972271728</id><published>2014-06-28T15:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-02-20T11:02:33.769-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comfort"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comfort Zone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Demon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Demonic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weeping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Witch Doctor"/><title type='text'>The Witch Doctor And The Missionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
The other day I met a woman who is an indigenous missionary from one part of India to a very rural tribal village in another part of India. She grew up in the city but God called her and her husband to take the good news of Jesus Christ to a remote, rural village. I will not use her name or where they are ministering to protect them from from increased persecution in India.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqkD8JadBuE/U69AixOMnjI/AAAAAAAAM88/riCbLk-NXeo/s1600/2014-06-27+21.52.58.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqkD8JadBuE/U69AixOMnjI/AAAAAAAAM88/riCbLk-NXeo/s1600/2014-06-27+21.52.58.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She told us of the hardships of ministering in remote villages. Things we take for granted were not available, e.g., TV, internet, cell phone coverage, medical treatment, running water, showers, and electricity, just to name a few.&lt;br&gt;
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Then she told us a story that has not only kept her going through the years but has also captured and broke my heart.&lt;br&gt;
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While sharing the gospel in a village a man came to her husband and said he needed to come to his home. The man&#39;s home was a two hour walk from the village. When they arrived the man told the young missionary he was the witch doctor for his village. He came from a long line of witch doctors and he was taught the black arts from his parents. The problem he was having was the demons were now tormenting him. They were demanding blood. He started making blood sacrifices. He was using all his resources to buy chicken and pigs. The demons lust for blood could not be satiated, they continually demanded more blood. He couldn&#39;t sleep at night because of the demonic activity all around him.&lt;br&gt;
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This young missionary told him whenever the demons tried to disturb him to say the phrase, &quot;The Blood of Jesus.&quot; The witch doctor didn&#39;t know what to do but he thought he would try it. That night a very large demon came to attack the witch doctor with an axe. He knew his life was in danger at this point so he did as the missionary told him. He shouted aloud the phrase, &quot;The Blood of Jesus!&quot;&lt;br&gt;
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With this the demon turned and ran.&lt;br&gt;
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That morning the witch doctor found the missionary and told him what had happened. The missionary shared the gospel with him and he gladly received God&#39;s gracious offer.&lt;br&gt;
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This new believer then said the words that will be burned in my mind and my heart. He asked, &quot;Why didn&#39;t you come 15 years back? My parent needed to hear about this Jesus too!&quot;&lt;br&gt;
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I am haunted by those words! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why didn&#39;t you come 15 years back?&quot;&lt;/span&gt; Even as I write my eyes fill with tears and my heart breaks anew. My ears ring with the Macedonian Call:&lt;br&gt;
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We, here in America, may read this post and go back to our $5 Foo Foo coffee drink and say, &quot;Thank God, He didn&#39;t call me to do THAT!&quot; But I beg to differ. What does the Bible demand of each one of us?&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot;&gt;Matthew 28:19–20&lt;/span&gt; “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot;&gt; Matthew 9:36–38&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seeing the people, He felt compassion for them, because they were distressed and dispirited like sheep without a shepherd Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Therefore beseech the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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You may be thinking, &quot;But I can&#39;t go!&quot; Here is what you CAN do! Some are called to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Some are called to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEND.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Everyone is called to &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Go and do your part. One day, maybe in heaven, a man may come up to you and say, &quot;I was once a witch doctor. Bound to sin by demonic forces. But you gave...you sent...you came...you prayed, and I heard the gospel because of you. Now I am alive forever more because you were obedient to the call of the Father. Thank you!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/4825463955972271728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-witch-doctor-and-missionary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4825463955972271728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4825463955972271728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-witch-doctor-and-missionary.html' title='The Witch Doctor And The Missionary'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqkD8JadBuE/U69AixOMnjI/AAAAAAAAM88/riCbLk-NXeo/s72-c/2014-06-27+21.52.58.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-3750971928065527086</id><published>2014-02-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-02-08T10:10:32.808-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dieing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mourning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pastor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Real Men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sorrow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victory"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weeping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wept"/><title type='text'>Do Real Men Weep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Recently I had the honor of siting beside the bed of a man who may see Jesus face to face before I am able to visit with him again. The most difficult part of my job is the best part of my job. I get paid to love people. I&#39;m a pastor, that&#39;s what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I held this precious man&#39;s hand as we talked. His cancer has progressed rapidly as of late and his body has deteriorated quite a bit since visited him two weeks ago. I had prayed the Lord would not take him home before I returned from India and He was gracious to me in allowing me to spend a little more time with my friend before he draws his final breath here on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Tears were welling up in my eyes as he said, &quot;Don&#39;t cry.&quot; Don&#39;t cry...I could not not cry. But why was I weeping? Although we are friends, it is not like we are the best of buds. He is a man in our church that I have become very fond of. I know he is going to heaven to see Jesus. That is not why I wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I know the kind of pain to lose a loved one and yet that was not the reason I wept. His wife, adult daughters, sons-in-law, and grand-children are hurting and will soon have the most bitter tears that have ever burned their cheeks. But I was not weeping for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I thought about that question as I drove back to the church office. Why was I weeping? That is when the Lord spoke to my heart. He reminded me of the story of Jesus as He delayed when called to go help His friend Lazarus. He then received word that Lazarus had died. His disciples wanted to turn back as they feared persecution from the Jewish leaders if they returned to Bethany which was near Jerusalem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Jesus said to them, &quot;Come on guys. Let&#39;s go back to Bethany and I will show you something really cool!&quot; OK, that is my paraphrase version. Jesus was going to Bethany, not to heal Lazarus, but to raise Lazarus from the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;When Jesus met Mary and Martha, Lazarus&#39; sisters, His emotions welled up in His eyes. We all know the verse because it is the shortest verse in the Bible. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;John 11:35&lt;/b&gt; - Jesus wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Although it is the shortest verse it is one of the most moving verses in all scripture. Jesus wept. Jesus knew He was going to raise Lazarus from the dead so I don&#39;t believe He was sorrowing over the loss of a friend or the pain his sisters were going through. I believe Jesus wept for the same reason I wept as I held the hand of a dieing friend...This is not the way things are supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Death is never a friend. Death is a result of the Fall. This is not the way things are supposed to be and our souls know it very well. My soul longs for the day when Jesus returns and makes everything right. My soul longs for the day when there is no more sin, no more pain, no more death. We were made for something so much more that this mere earthly existence. We were made for, and long for, a close, intimate relationship with the triune God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I weep because this is not the way things are supposed to be, but this is not the way things will always be. If real men don&#39;t weep then Jesus and I are not real men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/3750971928065527086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2014/02/do-real-men-weep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3750971928065527086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3750971928065527086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2014/02/do-real-men-weep.html' title='Do Real Men Weep?'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-258101841633535672</id><published>2013-11-29T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-11-29T15:29:29.850-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anoint"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anointing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brian Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drowning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hospital"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Graces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mercy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MRI"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pray"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><title type='text'>Little Graces, part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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A few weeks ago we received a call at the church office. A woman who attends the church had a three year old nephew who nearly drowned 36 hours before and was in the hospital on life support. Things were not looking good for the little boy I&#39;ll call Billy (not his real name). She was wanting a pastor to go to the hospital and pray for little Billy. &lt;/div&gt;
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I took an intern, Jason, along with me. We prepared ourselves, as much as possible, for what would probably be the most difficult hospital visit we would ever make. We sat in my truck praying for the Lord to have mercy on Billy and his family. We prayed for the Lord to give us His strength. We prayed for the Lord to be glorified through us as we tried to minister to a hurting family who had no relationship with God. Then we drove to the hospital knowing God was going to use us...somehow. &lt;/div&gt;
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We walked into the room and saw the lifeless body of this precious little boy surrounded by monitors connected to him by tubes and wires. His mother stood by his side while his father was standing apart, trying to strike a deal with God for the life of his son. The mood was somber as the nurse went about her duties with love and compassion. &lt;/div&gt;
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We introduced ourselves and let them know we were from the church and who it was that had called us. We asked if it would be okay if we anointed Billy with oil and prayed for him. The father said it couldn&#39;t hurt and they were willing to try anything. They were desperate. &lt;/div&gt;
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Jason pulled out his vial of frankincense scented oil. The room filled with the sweet aroma as we anointed little Billy&#39;s head with the oil. We laid our hands on his little body as we prayed for the Lord to restore him to health and that there would be no lasting brain damage.&lt;/div&gt;
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Billy&#39;s 15 year old brother took me over to show me what some of the monitors we measuring. This is the brother who was watching Billy when he slipped away and found his way outside and into the pool. As he was showing me the line that measured Billy&#39;s ventilator activity, Jason bent over Billy and whispered a prayer into his ear while he held the little lifeless hand.&lt;/div&gt;
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All of a sudden the monitor went from a small jagged zigzag line to a couple of high peaks with very low valleys. Billy was breathing against the ventilator!&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason started shouting! I looked over to see Billy&#39;s eyes open and he was focusing on all that was going on around him. He was squeezing Jason&#39;s finger. Billy&#39;s mother started crying as his father ran out of the room to go tell the rest of the family gathered in the waiting room.&lt;/div&gt;
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It only lasted for a few seconds but it happened. Hope was renewed. Billy had a chance.&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to visit Billy the next day to see a marked improvement. Billy had to be sedated to keep from pulling at the tubes and wires. The nurse was preparing him for an MRI to see what kind of brain damage he would have.&lt;/div&gt;
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Billy&#39;s father called me on Sunday morning to tell me they had taken Billy off all life support on Saturday evening. Billy was awake and alert. He recognized everyone and was asking to eat his fathers burrito. There were no visible signs of brain damage from observing him and the MRI was unable to show any areas of his brain that appeared to be damaged in any way.&lt;/div&gt;
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God is so good! He has chosen to show Himself strong on Billy&#39;s behalf and glorifying Himself by raising little Billy up. I praise Him for letting Jason and myself to be a part of His work. In the business of ministry life God chooses to bestow little graces like this on me. It is not that I am a healer; I had one day where I prayed for three men and all three of them died the following day. No, there is no power in my prayer, there is only power in the risen Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;
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He just invites me along for the ride.&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been quite a journey. A journey which has taken me to the other side of the earth. A journey that traces its roots to a small town in Iowa about 13 years ago. I was a cross country truck driver waiting for my trailer to be loaded for a trip back home to Phoenix. The snow laid heavy all around me for the second day and I was stuck in my truck engaged in a knock down drag out fight with God. &lt;/div&gt;
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He put people in my life to help guide me along the way. Pastor Randy Southwick had been my friend and mentor up to that point and he helped mentor me afterwards with a different purpose in mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning we were reminiscing as we recalled how God has brought me up to this weekend. Sunday, October 27, 2013, is the day I pass the next milepost. I am being ordained as a pastor. It is evidence that God has a sense of humor. He has taken a truck driver and made me into a shepherd.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am humbled that Calvary Community Church would ordain me. God wrestled me with me until I tapped out on that snowy day, 13 years ago, and I couldn&#39;t be happier. I love what he has me doing now. He has even given me a love for the people and land of India. As I write this post I am getting ready for the India Fellowship we have every Friday evening and I am planning my second trip to India.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a happy and blessed man. Sunday is not the finish line...just the next milepost.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/6244767392105527493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-next-milepost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/6244767392105527493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/6244767392105527493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-next-milepost.html' title='The Next Milepost '/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgis_CCYZWJMXcS0GvLZgBVfsv9rDOyyPOfjEXowBMV1Xl6HfFYrmbBu4A-232Z3WGu1Dg3fCWG0Hb9G9TvwN5bqDvpu_fu4bUanYD_5476PlGlUWS0K7kxJjbmRty4Fx5xCVPjbvWeRuz-/s72-c/Marshalltown.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-3788859420373866235</id><published>2013-10-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-15T18:34:04.225-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Accident"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exhausted"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funeral"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hospital"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Graces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memorial"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weary"/><title type='text'>Little Graces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I am coming off one of the most difficult, no, &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; most difficult week I have had since I&#39;ve been involved in ministry. I received the call that every pastor dreads. The call in the night that sends a pastor running out of the house, half awake, to go be with a wife as she stands by the hospital bed of her husband who was involved in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;
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About 24 hours later I am with her again, for the third time, as the doctors take her husband off of life support. In just a few more hours he is resting peacefully in the arms of Christ. I drive home, in the middle of the night, alone, weeping. Grieving over what I&#39;ve just witnessed. Grieving over a young widow, with a severely handicapped son, who is now without the man she loves to help her take care of their son. Grieving over the toll sin requires from each of us. Grieving, because this is just not the way it&#39;s supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The funeral was requested for just two days later. The family wanted me to perform the memorial; I was just physically and emotionally exhausted. I had nothing left to give. Some of the other pastors lifted the weight from my shoulders and took care of it from there for me. That was one of those little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Little graces are those times when God sends someone or something into your life to show you He cares for you. We have all had them. You may have overlooked them, but He sends them anyway. Have you ever slowed down enough to notice them?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few of the little graces I&#39;ve noticed in my life these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having fellow pastors to come along side to lift you up when you are weary. Thanks guys. Little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking a mid term exam in seminary and earning a D. The professor adjusts my score to a B. Thanks Dr. D. Little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding a friends 10 month old son and he doesn&#39;t deposit any bodily fluids on me. Thanks Seth. Little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing of real life change happening in the India Fellowship as we grow. Little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sharing a meal with my bride as we celebrate 33 years of marriage. Thanks Denice. Little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talking to my daughter on the phone. Thanks Sara. Little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you sit down and get still with God, He will show you some of the little graces He has sent your way. Try it. You might be surprised and that would be one of those little graces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grace and peace to you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;
Brian&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;My Healer and Deliverer,
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;You are the lifter of my
head, You’re YHWH, I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;You forgive my sins,
You’re YHWH, I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;You lead me and anoint
me, You’re YHWH, I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;You met me and revealed
yourself to me, You’re YHWH, I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my first attempt at poetry. I was assigned to write a poem using what I learned about God from the Psalmist. I do not consider myself a poet but I hope you enjoy my little poem.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/4240739810203851976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2013/04/yhwh-i-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4240739810203851976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4240739810203851976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2013/04/yhwh-i-am.html' title='YHWH, I AM'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-3148226878356975317</id><published>2013-01-01T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T18:45:34.083-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2013"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Commitment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Devotion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Devotional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Discipline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oswald Chambers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pray"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Resolute"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Resolution"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scripture"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self-Discipline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sleep"/><title type='text'>My Utmost For His Highest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2013&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is your New Year&#39;s resolution? Here are a few resolutions I have never heard verbalized before but it seems as if it just works out in our lives as if we had.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I resolve to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;read the Bible less this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;pray less this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;put on another 10 pounds this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;play more video games this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;exercise less this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;spend more time in a drunken&amp;nbsp;stupor this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;smoke more cigarettes this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;watch more television while&amp;nbsp;sitting on the couch ignoring everyone and everything else this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Here is the Bible verse I am going to keep in front of me throughout 2013:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot;&gt;Philippians 1:20&lt;/span&gt; (NLT)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;For I fully expect and hope that I will never be ashamed, but that I will continue to be bold for Christ, as I have been in the past. And I trust that my life will bring honor to Christ, whether I live or die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Oswald Chambers calls it giving My Utmost For His Highest. That is my resolution this new year. I know it will cost me something. It will cost me some extra time snuggled up under the covers in the morning. It will cost me some time watching sports or some meaningless reality TV program. It will cost me my utmost for His Highest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I am not looking to accomplish great things for Christ this year. I&#39;m looking to deepen my relationship with Christ this year and leave the results to Him. That does not mean I am not attempting to do anything for the cause of the Kingdom of Christ this year, but I just want to be available for Him to do with me as He sees fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;My heroes are not the guys who sipped from the thimble of mediocrity; they are the men and women who have drunk deep from the chalice of self-discipline. Those who have callouses from spending hours on their knees. People who have scoured the scriptures thirsting for a more intimate relationship with the Lover of their soul. Men who have seen the sick healed, the dead raised, the worshippers of idols turn to the true and living God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;This is the year I start seminary. This is the year I finish the devotional My Utmost For His Highest by Oswald Chambers. This is the year I read the Bible through from cover to cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;This will cost me My Utmost For His Highest. Will you join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://utmost.org/&quot;&gt;Click here for My Utmost For His Highest online.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/3148226878356975317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-utmost-for-his-highest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3148226878356975317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3148226878356975317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-utmost-for-his-highest.html' title='My Utmost For His Highest'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyJl-80xD1miyVHQUCWxM8bGLWDIntlZK8ecs_DNhlbwbdTPXrmpe8yOMG3OYM5vGgL8HFLfrDklzXXshyphenhyphen4Gs-CfoW1o8qBT-HuQlxA_x2LrY3MCYGCLPRVGxEg8P1V_2xQvG7-id4bXn/s72-c/OswaldChambers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-4055044544764237179</id><published>2012-11-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-28T11:41:39.787-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lottery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Power Ball"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Powerball"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rolling Stones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Satisfaction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thirst"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Water"/><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>The Powerball Lottery is up to $500,000,000! That&#39;s half a billion 
dollars!!! What would you do with that kind of money? Would it be enough
 to buy happiness? Would it be enough to bring you satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;
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Lewis Martinee wrote a song that was popularized by the Rolling Stones, that put it like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t get no satisfaction
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I can&#39;t get no satisfaction
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&#39;Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
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I can&#39;t get no, I can&#39;t get no&lt;br /&gt;
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King Solomon wrote an entire book of the Bible, the book of Ecclesiastes, that same thing over and over again throughout the book. Even King Solomon couldn&#39;t get no satisfaction, but it wasn&#39;t for the lack of trying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is it that the thirst for money and wealth is never satisfied? Why is it that the thirst for power is never satisfied? The things of this world can never satisfy what our souls long for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus said:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;Matthew 5:6&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Jesus answered and said to her (the woman at the well), &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;Everyone who 
drinks of this water will thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water 
that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give 
him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; 
John 4:13–14&lt;br /&gt;
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We are designed for greater things than what we settle for. We settle for stuff when we could have Christ. We settle for the things that feed our lust for power and glory that will last but for a moment then vanishes forever. We are designed for eternity and we settle for that which is temporal.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is great satisfaction and contentment in Christ. Don&#39;t settle for anything less than Jesus. Everything else will burn up and be gone in a moment.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/4055044544764237179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/11/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4055044544764237179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/4055044544764237179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/11/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-1260105708274994122</id><published>2012-07-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-25T05:35:49.477-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baseball"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comfort"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escalator"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Father"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guide"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hand"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hebrews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Help"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unknown"/><title type='text'>Take My Hand, Everything&#39;s OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Last night Denice and I went to the Arizona Diamondbacks baseball game with another couple. We had a nice dinner and came into the ballpark during the second inning. We glided up the escalator to the &amp;nbsp;upper deck. As we walked towards the doors we saw something I found very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;
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A man was trying to lead his son down the escalator. The little boy appeared to be about two years old. Each of them had a cup of soda in one hand and the father started down the moving stairway as his son stood at the top trying to figure out how this strange thing worked. I would start to step onto a step but then it would move away before he had time to get his tiny feet to move. The father finally walked back upstream where he took his son by the hand and the two went down the staircase, hand in hand. That&#39;s all the little fellow needed, his father&#39;s guiding hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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When they were about half way down the escalator, a little girl walked up to the top of the escalator with a cup of soda in her left hand and the cutest little pink splint on her right hand. She was around four years of age. Just like her little brother, she was not familiar with the escalator. She kept trying to step aboard to get down to her father, but he kept moving farther and father away. She looked very distressed because she was too afraid to step unto the escalator and her father wasn&#39;t there to help her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ran over to this precious little girl and held my hand out to her. I asked her if she wanted to hold my hand and I would help her ride the escalator. She shook her head and raised her little pink splint towards my hand. I took her hand in mine and we stepped onto the escalator together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally she was on her way down to her father. As we were gliding down the stairway I asked her what happened to her arm. She said, &quot;I bwoke it!&quot; She was the cutest little thing. I delivered her safely to her waiting father and she was happy once again.&lt;br /&gt;
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That made me think about how we come up to times where we are afraid to take the next step and we are in need of our Father&#39;s hand. Unlike that father who was not there for his daughter, Hebrews 13:5 tells us Jesus said He would never desert us nor would He ever forsake us. As we are walking through life, sometimes we separate ourselves from Him but whenever we reach up to Him He is always there to take our hand and help us take that next step into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of pulling your hand away from your Father and going off your own way, how about holding tightly to the Father&#39;s hand and let Him guide you through this life. Unlike our earthly father, who have probably let us down and not been there when we needed them, our heavenly Father is always there for us. Just raise your hands and look up. He is always there waiting for us to reach up to Him.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/1260105708274994122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/take-my-hand-everythings-ok.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/1260105708274994122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/1260105708274994122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/take-my-hand-everythings-ok.html' title='Take My Hand, Everything&#39;s OK'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-7455481533102256688</id><published>2012-07-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-24T13:23:49.864-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children of Israel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christ"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christocentric"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cross"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Despair"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emmanuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holy Spirit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Israel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie Theater Massacre"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Penn State"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Problem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rapist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sanctions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shooter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shooting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tabernacle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tent"/><title type='text'>The Heart Of The Human Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;The Heart Of The Human Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning I found myself reading the latter chapters of the book of Exodus. This post is the result of meditating on God&#39;s desire to dwell with His people. The last few chapters of Exodus is a description of Moses receiving instructions from the Lord for the Tabernacle.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Tabernacle was a large tent, a portable temple, where the presence of the Lord lived among the Children of Israel while they wondered through the wilderness. The instructions go into great detail for the design and construction of the Tabernacle as well as the furniture to be used in worship to the Lord Almighty.&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning my mind wondered down a meandering path, not of the design of the Tabernacle, but the fact that the Lord desires not just a relationship with us, He wants to live in us. Here is how my meditation journey took place this morning. As I contemplated how God chose to abide with His people, the Children of Israel, I thought of how they camped around the Tabernacle. The Presence of God was at the heart of the encampment. When the Cloud/Pillar lifted above the Tabernacle the people pulled up stakes and moved.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just like the the Children of Israel, you and I need to have the Lord at the center of our lives. When the Lord moves, we need to move. Where the Lord stays, we need to stay. Our lives need not be merely aimlessly wondering through life or driven by our own passions and desires for materialistic things, power, or prestige. God said He would give us the desires of our hearts (Psalm 37:4). If God is dwelling in the middle of the camp He will be placing the desires in your heart. Those are the desires He loves to fulfill. The Lord&#39;s desires become your desires.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I started thinking how the Israelites camped around the Tabernacle. If you add up the numbers of each tribe and where they camped (Numbers 2) you will see that they camped in the shape of a cross with the bottom pointing to the east. I then stood up and held my arms out so that I was in the shape of a cross (Okay, a fat cross) and the Tabernacle would have been right where my here is. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again, God was telling me that He needs to be at the center of our lives. Over and over again the Lord tells us of His desire to live life with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Isaiah 7:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; (NASB95)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;“Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Immanuel.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;(Immanuel or Emmanuel = God with us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Enough despair! God has called me and you to show people there is a better way. He has called us to help people put Christ in the center of the camp. Tell them there is a better way than being self-centered, being Christ-centered. It&#39;s called Christocentric. Everything was created by Christ, through Christ, and for Christ. Putting Jesus back in the center of the camp realigns everything to the way things were created to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/7455481533102256688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-heart-of-human-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/7455481533102256688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/7455481533102256688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-heart-of-human-problem.html' title='The Heart Of The Human Problem'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-6887939171780284520</id><published>2012-07-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-13T08:46:55.204-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deliver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deliverer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Egypt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exodus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Israel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Red Sea"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trouble"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wall"/><title type='text'>Is Your Back Against A Wall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Have you ever been in a place where you found yourself with your back against a wall? I know I have. I was reading in the book of Exodus this morning about the Children of Israel coming out of the land of Egypt. I noticed something very strange about the story that I hadn&#39;t paid much attention to heretofore (I have been looking for a place to use the word &quot;heretofore.&quot; SCORE!). God led them to the place where they would be trapped with their back against a wall. A wall of water.&lt;/div&gt;
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Has the Lord put you in a place where you are at your wits end? Has God lead you to a place where you are trapped with no way out? Watch and see what happens. Just like the Children of Israel with their back against a wall, He will not abandon you either.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Exodus 14:13&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But Moses said to the people, “Do not fear! Stand by and see the salvation of the LORD which He will accomplish for you today; for the Egyptians whom you have seen today, you will never see them again forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: red;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 14&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “The LORD will fight for you while you keep silent.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;New American Standard Bible: 1995 update. 1995 (Ex 14:13–14). LaHabra, CA: The Lockman Foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lord is saying the same thing to you today, &quot;Do not fear! Stand by and see the salvation of the &lt;i&gt;LORD&lt;/i&gt; which &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; will accomplish &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; you today! The &lt;i&gt;LORD&lt;/i&gt; will fight &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; you while you keep silent.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don&#39;t forget about that last part. &quot;Keep silent!&quot; We all too often run around complaining to everyone, who haven&#39;t had time to scurry away, about how bad we have it. Just be still, be quiet, and allow God to be God. He has not abandoned you. He will fight on your behalf. Now it may not look like what you are expecting, but what God has in store for you is far better than what you have planned for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;God fought for the Children of Israel and they would have missed out on seeing His great deliverance if He had not lead them to the place where they had no choice but to trust Him. God will make a way for you when it seems like all hope is lost. Just keep silent and watch Him work. You will be amazed and then like the Israelites you too will sing praises to your Deliverer. Read Exodus 15:1-18 if you need some help wording your own song of praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was reading in the book of Exodus this morning about God calling Moses from the burning bush. He told Moses that He had a job for him to do. Moses had all sorts of excuses why God needed to move along and go bother someone else. Moses finally relents and obeys the call of God.&lt;br /&gt;
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You read of similar things happening in the New Testament. Jesus calls Peter, James, John, and Matthew. They immediately leave their jobs and follow Jesus. But you also read of the rich young ruler who hears the call, weighs the cost, and decides it is a price too high to pay. How incredibly short sighted this guy was. He had it all and found he wanted nothing more than what he could hold in his hand right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you heard the voice of God? The first call is the call of salvation. God never stops there though. He continues to speak to us. How we wish His voice was as clear and distinct as a voice coming out of a burning bush. Jesus will often speak to us in soft whispers gently spoken in our ears. He has a job for each of us. Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/5760274959992134117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/do-you-hear-gods-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/5760274959992134117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/5760274959992134117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/do-you-hear-gods-voice.html' title='Do You Hear God&#39;s Voice?'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-1370200571971987160</id><published>2012-07-02T00:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-02T11:43:54.382-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baborigame"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blessing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kevin Case"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mexico"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mission"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missionary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Tribes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Providence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tepehuan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truck driver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trucker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wendy Case"/><title type='text'>Stories From The Road - Seeking The Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 26pt;&quot;&gt;Stories From The Road&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;I have been asked to write
down some of the stories from being a truck driver for 25 years. This is the
first of these stories. I will post more as I can remember them and I have time
to write them down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 20pt;&quot;&gt;Seeking The Blessing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;I had a habit of taking my
Bible into restaurants to read while my meal was being prepared as well as
while I was eating. One evening I stopped at a restaurant that had some extra
space around back where I could park my truck and avoid truck stop food. I
can’t remember exactly where the diner was located. It was either in rural
Missouri or Iowa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;When I entered the café there
were only two tables occupied. The waitress walked me past the first occupied
table and seated me next to the table where two couples were engaged in a deep
conversation. One couple was older and the other was a young couple.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Just before I finished my
dinner and time in the Word I overheard the younger couple say the name of a
town that I had heard of before, Baborigame. I have friends who had been
translating the Bible, at that time, for 20 years into the language of the
Tepehuan Indians. Baborigame is a small village high up in the mountains
outside Chihuahua, Mexico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;I gathered my things to leave
and as I passed their table I paused for a few seconds as I debated whether to
interrupt their conversation or not. I finally asked for their forgiveness as I
broke into their discussion. I asked them if I had heard them correctly and
they all looked very surprised when I said, “Baborigame.” I told them of my
friends, Kevin and Wendy Case, who had been serving the Lord in this tiny
village for so long. I asked if they were praying about going and serving with
the team there with New Tribes Missions. The younger couple said they were
praying about it. I let them know I would be praying for them and I left.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PMaFXoJj7nd4kzoXDbKKC217vRD8XXE8rOQFQhl71ge-2p5hWCYNEIDHsBmVWjgshqOTSCuBS1vWTL0Asv44EkJZ3WvQrmiZ5YOBz6EN-j137xe9rO0UL-vkacw4LCOYUPoXTeGsSv-s/s1600/P1010104.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PMaFXoJj7nd4kzoXDbKKC217vRD8XXE8rOQFQhl71ge-2p5hWCYNEIDHsBmVWjgshqOTSCuBS1vWTL0Asv44EkJZ3WvQrmiZ5YOBz6EN-j137xe9rO0UL-vkacw4LCOYUPoXTeGsSv-s/s320/P1010104.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Several years went by when I
was attending a mission conference where Kevin and Wendy were being featured,
telling the congregation of their work in Mexico. Kevin came up to me and said
he needed to talk to me. We went out for lunch after the service and he asked
if I remembered the incident at the little restaurant with the two couples. I
did not remember encounter until he started recounting to me what had happened.
He told me that the younger couple was asking her parents for their blessing to
go to the mission field where they felt the Lord was calling them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Her parents were against them
going to Mexico. They felt their daughter and son-in-law were too young and
were misinterpreting whatever it was the Lord was doing in their lives. Kevin
told me that when I spoke up they were forced to realize that God was at work.
The older couple came to see how many things God had to arrange to accomplish
this divine appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px;&quot;&gt;1. Truck driver from
Phoenix at that particular restaurant at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px;&quot;&gt;2. Truck driver knew
one of the couples on the Baborigame team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px;&quot;&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Truck driver
actually remembered the name of the village although he had never been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px;&quot;&gt;4. Waitress sat
truck driver close enough to overhear their conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px;&quot;&gt;5. You could
probably see more God workings than I have noted here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitipq0DMHCq3MuCUSeOOHZy9DoCoTJrbW-UcO197P1xG_MrDdN9-Cj9hmRbR6rfL5d3qnoOQCDEz1i8jOVhoROlzE56ounUUqahWVliXlr0x6CrnC-SNH4UTn8F4yBTj_G_R-l1rIGR_C/s1600/Tues+012.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitipq0DMHCq3MuCUSeOOHZy9DoCoTJrbW-UcO197P1xG_MrDdN9-Cj9hmRbR6rfL5d3qnoOQCDEz1i8jOVhoROlzE56ounUUqahWVliXlr0x6CrnC-SNH4UTn8F4yBTj_G_R-l1rIGR_C/s320/Tues+012.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Kevin said that her parents
figured if God had orchestrated everything needed to put me there at the same
time as the blessing was being sought that He must have the whole thing under
control. Therefore, they gave the young people their blessing. Kevin said that
that couple had joined them in translating the scripture in Baborigame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;I knew God had called me into
ministry, yet I was getting very anxious about still being out on the road. I
thought I was out there not being of any use the kingdom of Christ. The Lord
used this to illustrate to me that He was in control and I was right where He
wanted me. &amp;nbsp;Just think of the blessings I
would have missed out on if I would have been impatient and tried to do what
God had called me to do but in my timing rather than his. I pray I never get
running ahead of the Lord and bypass the divine appointments He has ordained
for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/1370200571971987160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/stories-from-road-seeking-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/1370200571971987160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/1370200571971987160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/07/stories-from-road-seeking-blessing.html' title='Stories From The Road - Seeking The Blessing'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PMaFXoJj7nd4kzoXDbKKC217vRD8XXE8rOQFQhl71ge-2p5hWCYNEIDHsBmVWjgshqOTSCuBS1vWTL0Asv44EkJZ3WvQrmiZ5YOBz6EN-j137xe9rO0UL-vkacw4LCOYUPoXTeGsSv-s/s72-c/P1010104.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-3305257335804385165</id><published>2012-06-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-23T07:47:41.848-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1 Peter 2"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apostle Peter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Build"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Building"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chisel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heaven"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mason"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quarry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shape"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solomon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Temple"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trials"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trouble"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Useful. Cornerstone"/><title type='text'>Are You Stoned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
The Apostle Peter tells us in his letter we call 1 Peter chapter 2, that we are stones the Lord uses to build a temple for spiritual sacrifices and that Jesus is the Chief Cornerstone. Let&#39;s take a look at what it means to be a &quot;stone&quot; and what preparation we need to undergo to be useful in that spiritual temple.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever thought about how a stone is quarried and made useful for building? First it is rough cut from the side of the quarry. Then the stone mason cuts it into the shape he needs for the building. Not all the stones will look the same or have the same purpose. The mason is the one who decides what the stone will look like and how it will be used.&lt;br /&gt;
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God has chosen you and me. It is up to Him to decide where and how He will use us. He also is the one who is chiseling away on us to conform us into the shape He wants. We don&#39;t always like either of those processes. We tend to want to tell God how to use us and where we will and will not go.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also despise the shaping process. We look at the trials that come our way as coming from the enemy. We need to change our focus. If you are a Christian, nothing can happen to you unless it has first been approved by the Master Stone Mason. Even if your trouble comes from the enemy God will use it for His purposes in conforming you into the image He has designed for you. Do you really think Satan can destroy God&#39;s work? Never!!! As Joseph told his brothers after they had sold him into slavery and God used him to save their family from starvation, &quot;What you meant for evil, God meant for good.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Christian, the Father loves you more than you could ever know and you are not out of His care for even one moment. The chiseling process hurts and is not any fun at all, but it is the Mason molding us into the shape He wants for us. Sometimes He will even rub two stones together. Friction may arise between brethren. Instead of fighting with a fellow Christian we need to see it for what it really is. It is God just using another fellow Christian to knock some of the burrs off each of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Solomon didn&#39;t want the sound of a chisel on the temple mount. All the stones were quarried and chiseled into shape offsite then brought to the temple mount and put into place. That&#39;s the way God, the Master Stone Mason, has chosen to do it. He will shape us here on earth to fit us into place in that heavenly temple.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you stoned? If not, you should be!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/3305257335804385165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/06/are-you-stoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3305257335804385165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3305257335804385165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/06/are-you-stoned.html' title='Are You Stoned?'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-3407431206792458659</id><published>2012-04-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T06:53:16.760-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belinda McBride"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bob Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bob&#39;s Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brian Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cancer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God&#39;s Will"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grieving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Judy Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Karen Richardson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Keith Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kent Richardson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stacey Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stomach Cancer"/><title type='text'>Bob&#39;s Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE STORY OF A FATHER&amp;#39;S GRIEVING OVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DEATH OF A LOVING DAUGHTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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PREFIX AND PURPOSE&lt;br&gt;
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I fear that if Karen&amp;#39;s life and death is not put in writing, future generations will not know her. I believe that would be a great loss. As I talk with friends it is as her passing is the huge elephant in the room that no one can mention. I love to talk of her and the direct point she had for her life, to bring honor and glory to her Savior.&lt;/div&gt;
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Another purpose in putting these thoughts on paper is a selfish reason. Maybe there can be some closure in some part to this matter of losing someone so sweet and precious in the prime of her youth, so to speak. I must admit that many times I cried, “God, you got the wrong one….what about that drunk or that self centered person ….you are calling the wrong person from us.”&lt;br&gt;
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I trust that this story will be factual and therefore truthful. We had times of joy, precious periods of prayer and comfort in seeing our grandchildren, though in heavy sorrow learning to lean on the Lord. There were times of disappointment as we walked a lonely road that we had not been called upon to tread before. As I reflect this painful journey, I must be real as to my hurts and pains.&lt;br&gt;
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I will write this from my prospective. If you see something different, please feel free to write your own story.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/04/bobs-story-story-of-fathers-grieving.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/3407431206792458659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/04/bobs-story-story-of-fathers-grieving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3407431206792458659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/3407431206792458659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/04/bobs-story-story-of-fathers-grieving.html' title='Bob&#39;s Story'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48UodTDAbQb21GTdqEOio6TrHQkXU9MTfo-0KPwZqb-5zwOw83U_zey4A7VkMQJMduZmObqxSPUFHpBTOaLiMt9OJXTBci6h-YKLTjbGUxSc796mqOh5RM0dPLeaCVAetn97dIKp97uEL/s72-c/Family+Photo+Shoot+004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6867160180318084368.post-6551464452949334549</id><published>2012-02-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T12:48:30.093-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baptism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baptize"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brian Gandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ministry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mission"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pictures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vijayawada"/><title type='text'>Vision India Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Here is a link to some photos from my trip to India. I will post some stories of the trip as I am able. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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https://plus.google.com/photos/108706225526463464309/albums/5712659720221098241&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/feeds/6551464452949334549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/02/vision-india-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/6551464452949334549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6867160180318084368/posts/default/6551464452949334549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truckstoptheologian.blogspot.com/2012/02/vision-india-photos.html' title='Vision India Photos'/><author><name>Brian Gandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695264073229083661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>National Highway 221, Andhra Pradesh, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>16.930705098765539 80.68359375</georss:point><georss:box>14.99564409876554 78.15673825 18.86576609876554 83.21044925</georss:box></entry></feed>