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PLEASE CHANGE YOUR BOOKMARKS AND READERS TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bobbycohoon.com"&gt;WWW.BOBBYCOHOON.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" title="globe" src="http://www.freewebs.com/arbmwcnetwork/Animated%20globe.gif" alt="" width="184" height="169" /&gt;I live in what was once a small county: everyone pretty much knew everyone.  That has changed somewhat in the last few years as more and more people have moved in.  And it seems that as more have moved in the social degree of the county has dropped off some. People don't seem to know their neighbors as much as they did in years past. The world has become fast paced. When people get off of work they have time to eat then run somewhere else; Often times the are eating on the run. They make time for everything imaginable. But guess what the one thing they rarely make time for is: The commission of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age" (Matthew 28:19-20).  In this world of networking we have the "go" down to a fine art. Yet, too often we neglect the only command in the Great Commission of Matthew: Make Disciples!  We are great in our comfort zones. Meeting for an hour on Sunday is always done. We may meet for a small group Bible study with a group full of believers. But, what do we do to make disciples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our neighborhoods and the general areas that we travel daily there are plenty of people who don't know the one true and living God. Sadly we don't have time in our busy lives to share that message. We pass them daily. We may even take a minute to speak to them. Yet, we never seem to turn the conversation to Jesus. If they are poor we may even make a charitable donation or give some old clothes to try and alleviate their living conditions. And, that is great, but it is not what we are called to do: We are called to make disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We network daily and nightly on the internet, not just with our city, but with the world. Maybe we become involved in e-mail chess. Maybe we are interacting with others trying to learn, or even trying to teach, about our favorite sport or pastime. We enter chat rooms and e-groups with people from all over the world.  In the course of a day's time we go from the city to the world.  And remember Jesus said, "You will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth" (Acts 1:8b). We are to be witnesses to our city and to the world. And, yet in our cities and to the ends of the earth we can't seem to find time to work Christ into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we go from the city to the world. And, sadly while we are there we fail to mention the one who made the cities and the world. Is today the day you take Christ to the city and to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out  the new site for &lt;a href="http://www.bobbycohoon.com"&gt;Here In The Real World.&lt;/a&gt;  Please update your bookmarks to the new URL. Also click the widget at the top of the new page for the new RSS feed and add your email in the box to have &lt;a href="http://www.bobbycohoon.com"&gt;Here In The Real World&lt;/a&gt; delivered to your inbox.  Let me know what you think about the new format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/288/445F56D4B404D03DD4835E89948AC6B2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bobby@bobbycohoon.com?subject=Here%20In%20The%20Real%20World"&gt;bobby@bobbycohoon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/m:brkbinsub&gt;&lt;/m:brkbin&gt;&lt;/m:mathfont&gt;&lt;/m:mathpr&gt;&lt;/w:word11kerningpairs&gt;&lt;/w:dontvertalignintxbx&gt;&lt;/w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables&gt;&lt;/w:dontvertaligncellwithsp&gt;&lt;/w:splitpgbreakandparamark&gt;&lt;/w:dontgrowautofit&gt;&lt;/w:useasianbreakrules&gt;&lt;/w:wraptextwithpunct&gt;&lt;/w:snaptogridincell&gt;&lt;/w:breakwrappedtables&gt;&lt;/w:compatibility&gt;&lt;/w:donotpromoteqf&gt;&lt;/w:validateagainstschemas&gt;&lt;/w:punctuationkerning&gt;&lt;/w:trackformatting&gt;&lt;/w:trackmoves&gt;&lt;/w:worddocument&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-5863522766212019525?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/m8cbP_6sCuQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/m8cbP_6sCuQ/urbi-et-orbi.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2009/03/urbi-et-orbi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-3794745962066490210</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T17:28:13.226-07:00</atom:updated><title>Living In The Dash</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/ScbWVDbGZzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AnHIvPfdEAE/s1600-h/rushing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/ScbWVDbGZzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AnHIvPfdEAE/s200/rushing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316172067342018354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in my life span the pace of life has picked up greatly. It seems everything now is done in a hurry to get to the next thing on the list. I remember as a child most stores were not open every night and now they are open every night with some being open all night long. We are now really living life on the run. We are living on the dash. But, we are also living IN the dash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit any cemetery and one thing you will notice is every tombstone has two dates on them and they are separated by a “DASH:” Born-Died. That dash between the two dates is where we are now.  There is nothing we can do to change or have any effect on the first date, but we can have some effect on the second one. It’s true that it is appoint that man die once (Hebrews 9:27) but the life we choose to live in the “dash” can have an effect on when that time will be. Of course it can have a positive as well as a negative effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the times we live rushing and stress have become common place for everyone. And, with the current economic problems (I promise no “the economy is bad jokes” here you have to visit my face book for those) people are stressing and turning everywhere for help. Yet, the one place where we all should be turning is the last place so many people turn.  Jesus said, “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). Right now in the “dash” while the economy seems to crumble all around people turn to bankers, to stock brokers or even the government. They are turning looking for whatever relief they can get. Yet, many aren’t finding the relief that they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was told the story of someone who had taken some type of pills and wash them down with some type of liquor. All this was done because he had fallen victim to these bad economic times and lost his job. He was trying to have a negative impact on the date to the right of the “dash.” The rest he needed wasn’t to be found in a bottle or in a pill. It was to be found in Matthew 11:28. Maybe no one had taken time to tell him about that rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these trying times while everyone is living “on” the dash while living in the “dash” we need to be there and ready to help those who are looking for rest. Our doors need to be opened and ready to help someone who is at the point of changing the size of their “dash.” This is a most important time for the church.  We have to be prepared for a world that is in search. We can help others have a better life in the “dash” and and even better one in the life past the date on the right side of the dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/288/445F56D4B404D03DD4835E89948AC6B2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-3794745962066490210?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/VXUX-LF5d9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/VXUX-LF5d9w/living-in-dash.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/ScbWVDbGZzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AnHIvPfdEAE/s72-c/rushing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-in-dash.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-5662091373672422454</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T19:50:30.149-08:00</atom:updated><title>STROKE</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SZozlTLPpUI/AAAAAAAAAio/5vwvvLvWnGY/s1600-h/Christ-and-Child-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SZozlTLPpUI/AAAAAAAAAio/5vwvvLvWnGY/s200/Christ-and-Child-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303608227077793090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a blessing in the midst of a storm to have a class study Christology during a week when my life has been turned upside down by my mom having a stroke. It is because Christ is that beacon of hope flashing during the darkest times of our lives. And, when we are down at our weakest is when we see Christ the strongest. Paul wrote, “That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:10). To be strong when we are weak is a result of Christ living in us. Paul said it was not him that lived but, Christ that lived in him (Galatians 2:20). And, that is where we get the strength to live when it seems the pressures and trials of this world are overwhelming.  “You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world” (1 John 4:4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul was suffering with the “thorn” he prayed. The answer that God have him was that God’s grace was sufficient (2 Corinthians 12:9). And when we suffer we know that we have that grace. The old Hymn, Amazing Grace says&lt;br /&gt;Through many dangers, toils and snares...&lt;br /&gt;we have already come.&lt;br /&gt;T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...&lt;br /&gt;and Grace will lead us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very same grace that Paul wrote of is the grace that has led me through the last few weeks. No matter what my situation, how dire it may seem, with Christ I can get through it. “I can do everything through him who gives me strength” (Philippians 4:30). How anyone can get through this life without Christ is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/288/445F56D4B404D03DD4835E89948AC6B2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-5662091373672422454?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/IAv00H0WMBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/IAv00H0WMBo/stroke.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SZozlTLPpUI/AAAAAAAAAio/5vwvvLvWnGY/s72-c/Christ-and-Child-Posters.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2009/02/stroke.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-1060485486915134120</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-11T13:15:14.093-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Inevitabilty of Death</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SQKr1i_OYgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YycTREH5W5I/s1600-h/death6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SQKr1i_OYgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YycTREH5W5I/s200/death6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260956251135566338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year an entire family was wiped from our neighborhood. Not all at once mind you, but over the course of a few months. The father who was old and had been in bad health left this world first leaving his two sons. The older of the sons had been in bad health for years and the younger was taking care of him (as well as the father before his death). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night a fire hit the house where the two brothers lived. I was told early that morning that on of the brothers had departed this world from smoke inhalation. Knowing that the older brother had suffered breathing troubles I was prepared to face his near certain death. It was only later that I learned that the brother who could barely breath had survived. The healthy brother had left this world. After a few weeks the older brother joined his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer of Hebrews tells us in verse 27 of chapter nine, "man is destined to die once" (NIV). And like each of the family members above we have no clue when we will meet that destination. Most people would have figured the father to have gone years before he left. All knew that the older sick brother was living on borrowed time as he had been near death and revived many times in the hospital. The younger healthy brother, age 40, everyone thought would have been around for many more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are destined to die, we don't know when that time will come (unless by some twist of fate a judge tells us). We don't know what day we will stand to give account of our lives before God. Each second that tics on the clock brings us one second closer to the end. There are people all around us who for whatever reason have never obeyed the Gospel. Maybe they think they are healthy and have a good many years left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is on time like the present time to make things right with God. We don't know when our hour will come. And as the above story shows our degree of health, or lack there of, has little to do with it. A world around us is hurting. We are now living in some of the worst of times. Let today be the day you share what you know with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/288/445F56D4B404D03DD4835E89948AC6B2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-1060485486915134120?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/2-IrSedLkJY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/2-IrSedLkJY/enevitabilty-of-death.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SQKr1i_OYgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YycTREH5W5I/s72-c/death6.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2009/01/enevitabilty-of-death.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-1950009749409089290</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-11T13:46:59.502-07:00</atom:updated><title>A COLONY LOST</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ4wZMtocWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mWXk2nT6TBY/s1600-h/ALEX+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ4wZMtocWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mWXk2nT6TBY/s200/ALEX+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232673026518577506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been privileged this summer to be able to be around some of our brightest young actors while working with the Lost Colony. Paul Greene's outdoor drama, &lt;a href="http://www.thelostcolony.org"&gt;The Lost Colony&lt;/a&gt;, tells the story of the first attempt at a permanent English settlement in the new world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ45d73wczI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Vvtm1km__9M/s1600-h/SIMON+FERNANDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ45d73wczI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Vvtm1km__9M/s200/SIMON+FERNANDO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232683003501638450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greene shows how they were brought here by Portuguese seaman, sailing for England, Simon Fernando (portrayed at on the left by born again Christian Micah Lyons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ45la4qkbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oamJebNU16s/s1600-h/MICHAELCAMPION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ45la4qkbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oamJebNU16s/s200/MICHAELCAMPION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232683132086030770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shows how they came to a new land only to meet with hostile natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But each step of the way Green shows that the colonist approached each new adventure with prayer and faith in the Almighty Father. Though the colony became lost, we know what was not lost: Their faith. The last word of act one is, "Amen." Act two ends after a rousing speech that culminates with the words, "Into Thy hands......" Followed by, "Amen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today American is on the verge of becoming a colony lost of its faith. Where the Lost Colony carried their faith through their every move and looked to God for strength, we seldom have time to look to God. We have for the most part removed a God that was very real to our forefathers from most aspects of our everyday life. In many instances we have relegated an hour on Sunday morning to the Father (with most of us giving up on that). The colonist knew that no matter what their situation, be it starvation, disease, cold winters, attacks by native Americans, that they "could do all things through Christ which strengthened [them]" (Philippians 4:13). Yet, in our busy world the simple "strengthening" of the Father is over looked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ4wMvKwU3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/RHkcYRrj3Rs/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SJ4wMvKwU3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/RHkcYRrj3Rs/s200/alex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232672812429235058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We look to this easy way, or that foolproof way when all we have to do is look to the Father that gives us life. We have become engrossed in all the "self help" methods so our conscious is always turned to "self" and not to the God who can help. Isn't it about time we stop depending on self and becoming a colony lost and start depending on Him and becoming a colony found? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for allowing me to be among some of our fine young people this summer. Some Christian (my niece Alex Cohoon-kight a drama major and Josh Schauder a drama major both born again Christians pictured at the left) some still searching. I was able to see that while it seems we are becoming a Colony Lost, we don't have to be. Their are still some keepers of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SMbR5GEsZRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KvUy9H-vzYM/s1600-h/lc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SMbR5GEsZRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KvUy9H-vzYM/s200/lc2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244109594932569362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Micah Lyons is a theatre major in Texas. He is starting a film company that will produce Christian movies. Please keep Micah in your prayers as he endeavors to do the work of Lord. Drop him a line of encouragement at mjlyons40@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;and stop by and see his website for &lt;a href="http://www.breathelife.synthasite.com/"&gt;Breath Of Life Productions.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/288/445F56D4B404D03DD4835E89948AC6B2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-1950009749409089290?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/dm8Bj_kgP1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/dm8Bj_kgP1M/beast-of-burden.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SCUFpDPe7dI/AAAAAAAAAXc/g7fhDbanNOI/s72-c/20050508.MothersDay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/05/beast-of-burden.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-554281264714187812</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-06T15:40:20.819-07:00</atom:updated><title>Warning Will Robinson</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SCC5wV-wurI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Th-TaBzfyV0/s1600-h/lost+in+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SCC5wV-wurI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Th-TaBzfyV0/s200/lost+in+space.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197358210170796722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one can argue that we live in the most automated of times. Almost every aspect of our lives is automated, mechanical, speed and ease is the name of the game. Cashiers have been replaced by “check your self out” registers. You can get money out of your bank without seeing a teller. Cooking time has been cut drastically by microwave ovens. Mechanics can tell what’s wrong with your car simply by hooking it up to a machine: they don’t even have to get dirty! Is that all that has become mechanical in our lives? Have we in some respects reduce our service to a series of mechanical actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Luke 11:1, one of Christ’s disciples can and said, “teach us to pray, as John also taught his disciples.” The words that Jesus then spoke have become probably the most famous prayer ever. We call it the Lord’s Prayer. It is said more than any other prayer. It is memorized early in life by most Christians. But, the question is HOW is it said? Has it been said so much that it is just a habit? Is it a mechanical part of our lives that contains no feeling or thought? Does it allow us to go through the motions without putting forth any effort? Did Christ give us this prayer to be a mechanical prayer that could be said on the run from memory without putting forth and effort? Or, was the “Lord’s Prayer” a model of how we should pray? Was it an outline of the things we should pray for and not the exact prayer that should be committed to memory to allow us to be able to go through the motions of Christianity while all we are doing is participating in a “fast food” religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night He was betrayed, concerning the Lord’s Supper Jesus said, “this do in remembrance of me” (I Corinthians 11:24). Yet, today this has become a ritual that is done from habit. It can be the coldest minutes of the service.  In some churches should someone come in who knew nothing about the Lord’s Supper, they’d leave with the same knowledge they came in with. We go through the Lord’s Supper with all the mechanical precision of a skilled surgeon. Many people partake and yet have no clue what they are taking. Doesn’t a supper of this type deserve just a hit more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s world has changed drastically from the world I was born in (which had changed from the world my parents were born in). Today we are busier than ever and most things we do are “on the run.” Isn’t it time we slowed down and worshipped the risen Lord instead of running about in our fast food lives and settling for a McJesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to receive Here In The Real World posts in your email Please use the subscription box in the upper right of the screen. They are delivered between 9 and 10 pm the night of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-554281264714187812?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/pQ2ZyxKAZVY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/pQ2ZyxKAZVY/when-will-bell-toll.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SB5i3l-wuqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l60rMcitsn4/s72-c/rose.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-will-bell-toll.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-6723440475849537025</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T20:21:28.230-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">graduation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">graduates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hillary clinton</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leader</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">john mccain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">barak Obama</category><title>Take Me To Your Leaders</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SBuZCF-wupI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LAiPESuZ_yk/s1600-h/GraduationInvitation2JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SBuZCF-wupI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LAiPESuZ_yk/s200/GraduationInvitation2JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195914856346204818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I am not talking about Barak Obama, Hilary Clinton, or John McCain. It’s that time of year again when the nests of our homes are going to become empty. In the next few weeks most of our colleges will graduate their seniors and in the few weeks after that most of the high schools will graduate their seniors. In both cases those who graduate will set out to make their mark on the world. Hopefully the schools have given them the education needed for the quest. But, more than that, I hope homes have grounded them well in God for the life quests that the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David said to Solomon, “Be strong and of good courage, and do it: fear not, nor be dismayed; for Jehovah God, even my God, is with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee, until all the work for the service of the house of Jehovah be finished” (I Chronicles 28:20). For the newly graduated, by they high school or college, the world is a new wide open adventure. There will be every type of temtptation known to man waiting for those who have their first taste of freedom. But if they are well grounded in the faith those temptations can be met and defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course their will be failures along the way. If not their wouldn’t be growth. But with each temptation it can be met with strength and good courage. Each temtptation should be met with courage because God is with them. Our future leaders can grow daily and change this world for the good if they keep their focus on God. David said, “[God] will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.” But their work has to be done with a focus on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with one. God is only one. But, through that one focused on God this world can change. Because just as sin seems to be contagious, righteousness can be just as contagious. James wrote, “Resist the devil, and he will flee from you” (James 4:7).  While he is fleeing we need to be pushing forward to the everlasting arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have asked if they can subscribe to Here In The Real World via email; I have fixed it that you can. There is an email subscription box in the upper right hand side of the page. Just put in your email and follow the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-6723440475849537025?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/MrXRA2s9E5k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/MrXRA2s9E5k/climbing-downthe-ladder-to-top.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SBecRl-wuoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/S4s7wlO3DLc/s72-c/ladder.GIF" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/climbing-downthe-ladder-to-top.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-9010946869299494752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-27T19:26:16.925-07:00</atom:updated><title>Third Place</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SBUg5F-wumI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fm87KoeRX6c/s1600-h/tommy_lasorda_autograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SBUg5F-wumI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fm87KoeRX6c/s200/tommy_lasorda_autograph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194093910471785058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenting on the speed (or lack there of) of one of his baseball players, former Los Angeles Dodgers manager Tommy Lasorda said, “If he got in a race with a pregnant women he’d come in third.” Our world today is based on speed: who can get a job done first. Efficiency has become the trademark of world: speed and efficiency seem to be all that matter to us. If you can’t get the job done fast, usually you won’t get the job done. Luckily we have a Heavenly Father who looks at things differently than we do. Looking at two of Christ’s parables we can see that “which place” is not important, but “place” is the standard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Parable of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15.  We see the story of a son who has gotten his inheritance while his father is still alive. He then leaves home and squanders what was given to him. And then he decides he wants to come home. We pick up the story with his fathers response to seeing the son return, “But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him” (Luke 15:20). It wasn’t that the son was ahead in a race to the father; it was that he had repented and had turned to the father that counted. He, the son, was still far away. Yet, he was coming to the father. God sees us the same way. There may be people farther along their journey to Him, yet he sees also the one who has just started and has compassion on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard (Matthew 20) gives us an an insight to the rewards of first, second, and third place and more. The story is that people were hired to work the vineyard. They were promised a denarius  for a days work. Latter in the day more workers were hired…at the same pay wage.  God isn’t interested so much in what place we come in; He is concerned that we come in! God’s concern is that we turn to Him and start that journey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world we live in may be overly concerned with being number one, but in the journey to God there are no “places.” There is only one reward. Number two is just as good as number one, and number three is as good as number two. God's concern is repentence and the pure heart that we seek Him with. God doesn’t grade us as win place and show: Show and Place WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-9010946869299494752?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/k_YYzTprKFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/k_YYzTprKFk/what-are-you-asking-for.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SA52fF-wulI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gPsJzl-Sg6g/s72-c/prayer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-are-you-asking-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-6041052326710614807</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T16:14:53.338-07:00</atom:updated><title>Silence Is Golden</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAvMrBsEdiI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NqVWaHNx2mw/s1600-h/shhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAvMrBsEdiI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NqVWaHNx2mw/s200/shhh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191468035034347042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some places where people would prefer that we didn’t talk. Libraries and hospitals come to mind right off. I am sure there are many others including school classes and as I write this I am sure a ton of them will pop into mind. But, the bottom line is there are some places where we just need to be quiet.  Does that present a dilemma for Christians? After all Jesus said, “Go ye into all the world, and PREACH the gospel to every creature” (Mark 16:15). And if you are like me you probably don’t know many quiet preachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thirtyish minutes of preaching we hear on Sunday morning are one way of spreading the Gospel. The down side is that most of the people who are hearing the Sunday message have already began a life in Christ. On occasion there may be a few who come in who don’t know anything of Christ; but for the most part the churches are filled with believers. However, we preach the Gospel everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day our lives are filled with various people: some we know others we don’t. Some of these people we are aware that they are seeing us. But, countless others see us and we are oblivious to their viewing. They see how we interact when we are running late and the 10th person in line at the gas station. The see us on the parking lot when the bottom falls out of the grocery bag. Almost every aspect of our day is viewed by someone. And while we may not be “preaching” the gospel, we should be living it. The most powerful preaching we everyday is the life we live in Christ. More powerful than words are the actions that everyone sees in our daily lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we are to preach and teach, but we are also to live the Gospel of Jesus Christ. St. Francis of Assisi once said, “Always preach the gospel— if necessary, use words.” What is your most powerful preaching your words or your actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-6041052326710614807?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/K40qBHfGhOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/K40qBHfGhOA/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAjkMubw8II/AAAAAAAAAWU/khvYMzd-oGk/s72-c/one+fish.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-2644924798202089651</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T11:32:24.865-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dorothy Gale Syndrome: Do You Have It?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAZA--bw8HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wthtSkcMDDw/s1600-h/dorothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAZA--bw8HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wthtSkcMDDw/s200/dorothy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189907071246594162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You remember Dorothy Gale don’t you? She was the girl in the Wizard of Oz. She left home to go with Professor Marvel to see the crowned heads.  Dorothy wound up in another land and spent her stay there trying to get back home. She searched high and low for the way back, and when she finally got back vowed that she’d never go searching farther than her own back yard. Dorothy’s biggest problem was that she never searched in her own back yard to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told us, “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature” (Mark  16:15).  And I agree totally with Him; We are to preach the gospel in ALL THE WORLD! Did you know that you can not get to the whole world without going through your own back yard? Your neighborhood stands between you and every other part of the world. Yet, we struggle so hard with teaching those in our own back yards. In all of our areas there are hurting people, homeless people, hungry people, and people who have never heard the Good News of Jesus Christ. Yet, for most of us it remains an unconquered mission filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no problem with sending money to support overseas missions. And, rightly so: we shouldn’t have a problem with it.  But, by the same token we shouldn’t neglect the missions that are all around us. We have become farsighted: we can see all the mission needs afar off, yet our near vision is blurry at best. We need to get adjusted back to 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each  Sunday as we go to church and give money to be sent to far away missions we walk through, drive through and view some of the best overlooked mission fields. Are you like Dorothy Gale and realize that we need to look in our own back yards? Or, are you more like the “WIZ” and prefer to just “Ease On Down The Road?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Him,&lt;br /&gt; Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-2644924798202089651?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/BlAO23tnCfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/BlAO23tnCfs/dorothy-gale-syndrome-do-you-have-it.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAZA--bw8HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wthtSkcMDDw/s72-c/dorothy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/dorothy-gale-syndrome-do-you-have-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-1754919637097733452</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T11:16:58.611-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Are You Looking For?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAOekebw8GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lLiEbNyuVHQ/s1600-h/searching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAOekebw8GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lLiEbNyuVHQ/s200/searching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189165545142939746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never given an endorsement to any political candidate on this website, and will not start now. My goal on here is and always has been to spread the words of Christ: To maybe in some way help someone find Christ or help them grow in Christ.  But, I want to comment on a quote by one of the candidates. Senator Barak Obama is quoted as saying, “And it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations."  I want to narrow my comments to the “clinging to religion” part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the problems in the world today (not just among those who know Christ, but those who don’t).  The very first sign that something has gone, or is getting ready to go wrong, people who otherwise never pray in their lives immediate start talking to God. They try and cling to the very thing that when all is going well is far from them. Many of these are our Eastmas guest. You know the ones whose shadows are cast in church twice a year: Easter and Christmas. As soon as things get better, their prayer life and walk with Christ again deteriorates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these people looking for a loving God? Or, are they looking for a temporary fix to their problems in the world. Doesn’t God ask a bit more of us than our calling on Him just in a time of need, or only visiting His house twice a year? Yet, for many that is the sum of their Christian walk. When things are going good they act is if they don’t know God exists. But, the minute things head south the look to God for the answers. For some of this group their Christian obligation is fulfilled with two trips to church a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to give God glory in all things, not just turn to Him when things get rough: whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God (I Corinthians 10:31). Paul said we are to pray not only when things are bad, but all the time: Pray without ceasing (I Thessalonians 5:17).  Without ceasing implies all the time not just when times are tight and we get bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we only look to God when things are rough and we are bitter, one day we might stand before a judge whose words seem bitter when He asks, “Friend, wherefore art thou come?” (Matthew 26:50).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-1754919637097733452?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/JKUpkc_VbR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/JKUpkc_VbR4/what-are-you-looking-for.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAOekebw8GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lLiEbNyuVHQ/s72-c/searching.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-are-you-looking-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-41884876579394551</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T17:51:55.785-07:00</atom:updated><title>Overture, Cut The Lights........</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAFKPubw8FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RC5hK6F4LMo/s1600-h/spotlight3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAFKPubw8FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RC5hK6F4LMo/s200/spotlight3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188509879730499666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We get so excited every time we hear that one of favorite “stars” is coming somewhere near us. Months in advance the posters go up and the buzz begins. Then the night of the show finally arrives. I remember years ago hearing a song start, “People see us everywhere.” Then a voice saying, “They call him the high priest of country music.” Followed by more of the song, “They think you really care.” Followed by an excited Joe Hoppel saying, “Conway Twitty!” Then Conway would break into his rousing version of "O Danny Boy." You know the most famous person to every grace the world’s stage came with the all the same fanfare that our favorite artists come yet He was for the most part unnoticed. And even today many don’t recognize His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all stars His arrival was announced in advance. But, unlike today’s artists who announce theirs a few months in advance, the arrival of the King was announced years, hundreds of years in advance. Isaiah  wrote, “Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel” (Isaiah 7:14). Years before the actual appearance, God announced to the world that its star was going to appear. He even gave us the place: But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting (Micah 5:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can time for the big blessed event. The lights were down: and the darkness comprehended it not (John 1:5b). It was show time: and she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn (Luke 2:7).  The overture began, “And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men (Luke 2:13-14). The show began, yet there wasn’t a mad dash of people buying last minute tickets. A show that was announced hundreds of years in advance, a free show at that, began in quietness unnoticed by the people all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today many fail to recognize what happened over two thousand years ago. His return engagement was even announced: Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven (Acts 1:11). And though we don’t when it will be, we know it could be at any time: Behold, I come quickly (Revelation 22:7). Yet, many people are not getting excited. Maybe we are not getting the publicity wagon rolling as we should. Have you done your part to make His next appearance a sell out and standing room only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cohoon@embarqmail.com?subject=Here In The Real World"&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-41884876579394551?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/mcL0MGY6KqI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/mcL0MGY6KqI/overture-cut-lights.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/SAFKPubw8FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RC5hK6F4LMo/s72-c/spotlight3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/overture-cut-lights.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-1967433217239925594</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-10T16:34:05.751-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ic</category><title>Seeking The Old Path....Trains</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_6ef_GMyXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0PBG_GNL4Zc/s1600-h/New+York+City+088+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_6ef_GMyXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0PBG_GNL4Zc/s200/New+York+City+088+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187758093127960946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently in Newark, New Jersey I was attempting to find the New York Transit’s PATH Train system. The course to get there took me many routes: From the motel I took a van shuttle to the airport where I got on an air tram to take me to another terminal to catch a bus which went across town to Penn Station where I boarded the PATH Train. Most days the route was decently easy, but on at least one day the trip seemed to take forever. And, that particular long day when I finally got there the train was filled to not just standing room only but standing room only packed liked sardines! I looked over the crowd that was packed in and noticed all the different types of people pushed in together. There were some from probably every walk of life. There were some from most any “social” class. There were some who were obviously drunks and addicts. You name it and it was probably on the PATH train. I thought how much like our Christian lives and walks this PATH Train really is. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_6eufGMyYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Sx5m-uuK2GE/s1600-h/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_6eufGMyYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Sx5m-uuK2GE/s200/path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187758342236064130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all start our Christian walks with various degrees of “Christian” education. What I mean is with various degrees of what we know about Christ and where we are headed and how we are to live to get there. Some are born into church going families while others find Christ sometime later in life. It would be great if Christianity was some type of box and when we get saved there would be a Christian suit that we could put on and be A1 Christians from that point forward. Fortunately it doesn’t work that way. I say fortunately because if it was like that we would never grow. And I believe it is our growth process that allows us to gain the life experiences that give us the wisdom to be able to give others directions to the old paths. Daily we chip away the old self as we search the Word, and each day we gain something that will not only help us but someone else that we will meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the PATH Train was filled with people of various positions, so is Christianity filled with people of various walks seeking the old paths. Our experience can serve as excellent direction for those who have yet to get to the point on the path that we are, just as those ahead of us can serve to give us directions as we move farther along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are literally tons of different people seeking the old PATH Trains. There are even more seeking the old paths. For those of us who had traveled both we are to give directions to those who are seeking.  Part of the Great Commission is teaching: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you (Matthew 28:20).  Teaching is an ongoing and progressive process.  Many people pointed me towards the old PATH train and there are many people who need to be pointed (taught) the way to the old paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the old PATH Train and when I did I found it full of other people who had come from all different directions seeking the same. I was happy later to be able to give others direction to the PATH. I am also happy to give people direction to the old paths. Always be ready to give directions; remember, wise men still seek Him, but they still need some direction after they find Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I asked for prayer for brother &lt;a href="http://www.johndobbs.worpress.com"&gt;John Dobbs'&lt;/a&gt; mother; I didn't realize that his father needed prayer also. Keep both of John's parents in your prayers as well as my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Nick Gill's website has change URLs it is now &lt;a href="http://fumblingtowardseternity.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://fumblingtowardseternity.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-1967433217239925594?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/rnV0L2uR6TQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/rnV0L2uR6TQ/seeking-old-pathtrains.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_6ef_GMyXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0PBG_GNL4Zc/s72-c/New+York+City+088+(2).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/04/seeking-old-pathtrains.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-2655268631786500536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-08T12:07:04.011-07:00</atom:updated><title>RENT</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_ltdlgDOXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ceh3TyHLSao/s1600-h/RentLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R_ltdlgDOXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ceh3TyHLSao/s200/RentLogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296800944011634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was lucky enough to get to see &lt;a href="http://www.anwarriors.com/"&gt;Anwar Robinson&lt;/a&gt; perform in the musical “&lt;a href="http://www.siteforrent.com"&gt;RENT&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;The story tracks about a year in the lives of several people. And, all have their share of problems. All but two of the principles have AIDS. A couple are gay. Most are addicts. They all have their baggage and non can pay the rent. Life can be rough even when we don’t have the man made problems that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the very people that most of society (not to mention  most in churches) shuns.  But as Christians aren’t we called to do a little bit more? I remember reading the words of Jesus to say, “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature” (Mark 15:16).  He said, “Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost” (Matthew 28:19).  I can’t find one verse where he said we are to pick and choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we begin to pick and choose we need to take a close look at ourselves. There is not a one of us who is without sin.  We have attached such a stigma to some sins that we don’t want to teach the one who commits them. Yet, all sin no matter how big or little separates us from God.  James wrote, “For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all” (James 2:10). ).  In the vernacular of the peasantry, “lying can get you to Hell as quick as murder!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a one of us that is without sin, Paul told us that when he wrote, “For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23).  Yet we, not God, put the sins of others into categories.The thing that separates us from them is that somebody cared enough to “teach” us about the love of God. When we stop being judge and begin to do what Jesus asked of us some of these people just might have enough to pay their Heavenly RENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my  mom in your prayers; She is really sturggling right now with eye problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johndobbs.wordpress.com"&gt;John Dobbs'&lt;/a&gt; mom is also in need of your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sister &lt;a href="http://dancing-in-the-light-neva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neva Cooper &lt;/a&gt;went through surgery this morning lets keep her in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added a new link on friends list; Drop by and make &lt;a href="http://thetractorcab.wordpress.com/"&gt;Steve Tucker&lt;/a&gt; feel welcome to the world of blogdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep you: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-2655268631786500536?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Over the last few days I have seen places that a southern boy never knew existed. I have looked up as far as I could, then backed up so I could look up higher and see the tops of the buildings. I have seen the richest of stores: 195.00 for a pair of jeans……no telling how much they would have cost if they hadn’t had the hole in them. I have seen the fanciest of restaurants….of course I ate at the Mickey D’s (sat in the third floor of the Mickey D’s). They say the neon lights shine bright on Broadway, and they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R-p9_1gDOOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2ogASCqkhHs/s1600-h/nyc+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R-p9_1gDOOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2ogASCqkhHs/s200/nyc+117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182092856889915618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the privilege of seeing CHICAGO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R-p9T1gDONI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dpltdJFqDzs/s1600-h/nyc+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R-p9T1gDONI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dpltdJFqDzs/s200/nyc+071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182092100975671506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name on everybody’s lips might have been Roxy Hart, however, Amos Hart, her husband, sang his signature song “Mr. Cellophane”. You see Amos Heart, played by Ron Orbach, was Mr. Cellophane. Nobody noticed he was there: You could look and see right through him, right past him, and all the way around him. Nobody knew that Amos Hart existed. After looking up at all the tall buildings, the neon lights (which shine bright on Broadway) I looked down and saw Mr. Cellophane on the street. While New York City is filled with the happy, the bright, the big, there is a group of people who stand there almost unseen. Their lights don’t shine bright on Broadway. They don’t have enough money to go see a Broadway play. They don’t have enough money to eat on the third floor of the Mickey D’s (whose lights shine just as bright as those on Broadway). They don’t stay in apartments overlooking central park. They don’t stay in the three or five hundred dollars a night hotel in the city. And when they ride the subway, some of them it is not to go home: It is because it is their home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the happiness of the Big Apple and the city that doesn’t sleep, there is a darker side represented by the people who have no home. There is a darker side represented by the people who picked up the change that I accidentally dropped (on purpose) to maybe put with some change that somebody else dropped to hope it grows enough for them to buy themselves a meal. In the city where people throw bread crumbs to the pigeons, we have brothers and sisters standing beside us who have no home. They have no food. The other side of the neon lights is the burned out lights of the homeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are Mr. and Ms. Cellophane. They’re are people who people look at and don’t see. They’re are people who speak to you and are not heard. Yet, they are people. They are people who for whatever reason, some maybe by their own bad judgement, have been dealt cards by the bottom of life’s deck. As Christians, we talk about Christian love: The love that God has for all of HIS people. These people, created by the same God who created you and me, stand unseen. They are unheard. They have not bee hugged in years. They have not been spoke to. On the coldest of nights, their clothes are ragged. They’re our brothers and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James wrote, “And you pay attention to the one wearing the fine clothes and say to him, You sit here in a good place, and say to the poor man you stand there, or, sit here at my foot stool,” Have you not shown partiality among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts (James 2:3-4)? Had James seen Mr. Cellophane? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If a brother or sister is naked in destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them, depart in peace, be warm and filled, but you do not give them things which are needed for the body, what does it profit” (James 2:15-16)? James says we are supposed to see Mr. Cellophane. James says that we are supposed to help Mr. Cellophane. We will never be able to help anyone spiritually until we begin to care for their physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cellophane. Mr. Cellophane. Should’a been my name. Mr. Cellophane. Cause you can look right through me. Walk right by me, and never know I’m there” – Jerry Orbach as Amos Hart in Chicago the Musical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly enjoying my brief stay in NYC. I’ve seen the tower of the Donald’s (Trump and Duck): I’ve looked up at the Empire State Building: I’ve seen Central Park: I’ve stood in Times Square: I’ve prayed in St. Patrick’s Cathedral. But I think the most eye opening thing I’ve seen in New York, were the pictures from life’s other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from New York on my next update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Ya’ll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-1718064162793957747?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/LUoBU8Z1phI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/LUoBU8Z1phI/mr-cellophane.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R-p-ZVgDOPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/r_xM1T4bfSM/s72-c/nyc+112.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-cellophane.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-5541925836380621258</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-26T18:33:54.604-08:00</atom:updated><title>I’M GETTING OUT OF THIS WORLD ALIVE</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R5vqrnH2kiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GC8NcaRx2OM/s1600-h/williams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R5vqrnH2kiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GC8NcaRx2OM/s200/williams2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159975833040228898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hank Williams sang that we can’t get out of this world alive. And, I guess some people may not. Maybe they get so caught up in the here and now that they forget that there is a future. Maybe they try so hard to blend in with the world that they just become a part of it. For what ever their reasons, some people have just decided they can’t get out of this world a live. But as for me I have decided to get out of this world alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His “Sermon on the Mount” Jesus gave the keys to getting out of this world alive. He said, “Blessed are the poor in spirit” (Matthew 5:3).  Jesus has pronounced a blessing on those of us who are “Poor in spirit.” This don’t mean you can go out and get rid of all your money and goods and this blessing will be put on you, no more than it means one who has money or other forms of wealth will be excluded. Being poor in spirit is a condition we all need to strive for. It is a condition where we realize that spiritually we are nothing without God. Without Christ we are dead spiritually and so far as the future goes dead in the next life too. We have to come to a realization that there is nothing we can do spiritually without Christ. And when we come to the place where we understand that is our condition we will be blessed. How do we know that? Because, Jesus said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how will we be blessed? Jesus said, “Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 5:3).  We are blessed in that the Kingdom of Heaven is ours. That is a blessing that is in the here and now. It is a blessing in the present tense. At this very point the Kingdom is ours. But, the Kingdom of Heaven also carries with it the promise of the after life. For those of us who have recognized our spiritual poverty we have the Kingdom of Heaven now and when Christ returns to take us all home to the Kingdom future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you want to choose and go the path of not getting out of this world alive. I decided long ago that without Christ I am spiritually bankrupt. I may have tons of money and maybe high priced property, yet without Christ I have nothing.  So while you may choose to not get out of this world alive, I choose to be a part of the Kingdom present and the Kingdom future!  Hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the world of Blogdom tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.treymorgan.net/"&gt;Trey Morgan&lt;/a&gt; looks at forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.johndobbs.wordpress.com"&gt;John Dobbs &lt;/a&gt;has Saturday on the coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/cordobatim/Kitchen/Ruminations/Ruminations.html"&gt;Tim Archer&lt;/a&gt; has a discussion on the identity of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And everybody go by and wish &lt;a href="http://mattdabbs.wordpress.com/"&gt;Matt Dabbs&lt;/a&gt; a Happy Birthday! Happy birthday Matt. I know this is a few days early but I wanted to be the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks I will be looking at starting a new work; All prayers are accepted. Also, keep my brother John Dobbs in prayer as he transitions into a new work. Love you John and we are praying for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-5541925836380621258?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~4/12o3sZOA_cY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tHzV/~3/12o3sZOA_cY/im-getting-out-of-this-world-alive.html</link><author>little_sorrel@yahoo.com (Bobby Cohoon)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R5vqrnH2kiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GC8NcaRx2OM/s72-c/williams2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://littlesorrel.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-getting-out-of-this-world-alive.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652161.post-1765526258751095751</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-04T18:07:51.700-08:00</atom:updated><title>Have Yourself a Mary Little Christmas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R1X_2sMmA2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ju5i4T667CE/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nebtvhylU4/R1X_2sMmA2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ju5i4T667CE/s200/mary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140295864755290978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep hearing that song over and over this year: “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” I guess I have heard it over and over for many years, and it has remained on of my favorites this time of year. It seems that people go out of their way to be merry this time of year.  People go a little farther to help others than they would say on the 8th of January or the 9th of May.  It’s like there is something in the air that changes people.  They know what God wants all other times of the year, but is seems the Christmas season brings it out in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James wrote, “If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit” (James 2:15-16)? Yet, all year most of us go through life not noticing the needs of those around us.  When the Christmas season comes upon us those same people who didn’t notice the needy a month earlier are scrambling to find gifts for the “Angel Trees” and make donations so that someone less fortunate might have a merry little Christmas.  We know all year what God wants, yet we only seem to find the time to do it during the Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the birth of our Savior Mary was approached by an angel and the angel told Mary of God’s will for her. Though it must have been a lot for a young girl to digest all at once, Mary’s response was, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word” (Luke 1:38).  Mary heard God’s will and accepted it, and was prepared to follow it. Mary never once said, “Ok, Gabriel, I’ll do it one month of the year.”  Mary’s response was one of acceptance and she was ready to do the will of God.  A few months into doing God’s will Mary didn’t back out; She continued and followed through in the will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have God’s will for us in the Bible. Just as Mary made a choice to do the will of God, we have the same choice.  More people could have a merry little Christmas everyday if we would have a little Mary Christmas in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-1765526258751095751?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The blizzard’s wind whipped the cold dry snow around them as they huddled together to try and keep enough warmth until they could find a place. The time came as he broke a window to open a door to get his wife inside out of the cold. Inside the warmth of love overpowered the cold outside as his first son came into the world.  Looking for a blanket to wrap the child in, he grabbed a new shroud from the funeral home that he had just broken into. Then, he laid the child wrapped in the warm linens into a small casket that they used as a bed. Before you think this story strange, wasn’t the miraculous birth of our Savior surrounded by the elements of His death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke records that Mary “Wrapped [Jesus] in swaddling clothes” (Luke 2:7). The picture that immediately comes to our minds is one of a little baby boy wrapped up all nice and snug in a nice warm blue blanket. Yet, the swaddling clothes that warmed our Savior in His first minutes of incarnation were something different. The swaddling clothes that warmed our savior were the chilling linens of a death shroud. They were the same type of linens that would again be wrapped around his lifeless body just after the crucifixion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke goes on to record that Mary “Laid Him in a manger”  (Luke 2:7). We are so found of the images that capture our thoughts this time of year of the baby Jesus laying in a little wooden manger. Yet, the manger that the Christ child was laid in was far different than what we have grown accustomed to seeing in yards every December.  The manger, or feeding trough, that held the baby Jesus was made of stone. The Christ Child’s manger would have been a feeding trough hewn from the stone sides of a cave.  On His first day of life He was laid in a stone manger; on the last day of his life he was laid in a stone tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew told us that the child Jesus was given gifts: And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshiped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh (Matthew 2:11).   Myrrh is only mentioned three times in the New Testament. Myrrh is an aromatic gum produced from a thorn-bush that grew in Arabia and Ethiopia, and was obtained from a tree in the same manner as frankincense. This thorny tree, called "balsamodendron myrrha", is similar to the acacia. It grows from eight to ten feet high, and is thorny. When it oozes from the wounded shrub, myrrh is a pale yellow color at first, but as it hardens, it changes to dark red or even black color. It is fitting that the Baby Jesus, our High Priest and the King of Kings was given Myrrh. As the smell of frankincense represented sweetness, myrrh represented bitterness. Aside from the birth of the Savior, myrrh is only mentioned two other times in the New Testament: each time it is at the death of Christ. The chief use of myrrh was one of embalming. John 19:39, “And there came also Nicodemus, which at the first came to Jesus by night, and brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about an hundred pound weight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each December Christians gather to celebrate the joyous birth of their Savior. Through all their glad tidings that fail to see that His birth was a  prefiguring of His death.  For without the manger their would have been no cross. And, the Cross is the greatest of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You: All Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Cohoon&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, USA&lt;br /&gt;cohoon@embarqmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652161-7139391112126531764?l=littlesorrel.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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