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			<title><![CDATA[Prayers In A Time of Tragedy]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:41:05 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;">Blessed is the one who considers the poor! In the day of trouble the LORD delivers him; the LORD protects him and keeps him alive; he is called blessed in the land; you do not give him up to the will of his enemies. The LORD sustains him on his sickbed; in his illness you restore him to full health. As for me, I said, "O LORD, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you!"<br />
(Psa 41:1-4)</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">The estimates by some are 500,000 dead.  Some have said 100,000.  Perhaps it is less or even more, but whatever the death toll is, Haiti, the western hemisphere’s poorest nation, will never be the same since the devastating earthquake of 7.3 magnitude hit, literally flattening is capital city, which is home to about 2 million people. Since then the world has responded with supplies, water, medical assistance, search and rescue crews and more.  Our own military has been mobilized and soon our boots will be on the ground fighting an entirely different enemy.  <br />
Our hearts and prayers go out to those who have been affected by this tragedy.  Tragedy, however, is not unknown to Haitians.  Their land is prone to flooding, hurricanes, violent storms, mudslides, crushing poverty, poor government, illiteracy and poor building standards.  They, for the longest time, have been literally steeped in poverty.  <br />
As I read the accounts of this horrible mélange of death and despair, my heart was torn for these people, as the salt was now being heaped upon their wounds of tragedies past.  And I think I have problems?  My computer runs slow or that person in front of me cut me off or my lunch was late or I have a toothache and must go to the dentist?  <br />
In this day let us stop, get on bended knee and offer our heartfelt prayer to God not just for the rescue, recovery and rebuilding of Haiti, but for our own abounding blessings that we are reminded of in stark contrast to their lives.  God bless you all.  <br />
Ed </div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;">Blessed is the one who considers the poor! In the day of trouble the LORD delivers him; the LORD protects him and keeps him alive; he is called blessed in the land; you do not give him up to the will of his enemies. The LORD sustains him on his sickbed; in his illness you restore him to full health. As for me, I said, "O LORD, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you!"<br />
(Psa 41:1-4)</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">The estimates by some are 500,000 dead.  Some have said 100,000.  Perhaps it is less or even more, but whatever the death toll is, Haiti, the western hemisphere’s poorest nation, will never be the same since the devastating earthquake of 7.3 magnitude hit, literally flattening is capital city, which is home to about 2 million people. Since then the world has responded with supplies, water, medical assistance, search and rescue crews and more.  Our own military has been mobilized and soon our boots will be on the ground fighting an entirely different enemy.  <br />
Our hearts and prayers go out to those who have been affected by this tragedy.  Tragedy, however, is not unknown to Haitians.  Their land is prone to flooding, hurricanes, violent storms, mudslides, crushing poverty, poor government, illiteracy and poor building standards.  They, for the longest time, have been literally steeped in poverty.  <br />
As I read the accounts of this horrible mélange of death and despair, my heart was torn for these people, as the salt was now being heaped upon their wounds of tragedies past.  And I think I have problems?  My computer runs slow or that person in front of me cut me off or my lunch was late or I have a toothache and must go to the dentist?  <br />
In this day let us stop, get on bended knee and offer our heartfelt prayer to God not just for the rescue, recovery and rebuilding of Haiti, but for our own abounding blessings that we are reminded of in stark contrast to their lives.  God bless you all.  <br />
Ed </div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Jesus Was A Liberal?]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 13:39:10 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;">“You are bought with a price.  Therefore, glorify God in your body” <br />
(1 Cor. 6:20).<br />
 “Jesus was a liberal!”  That is what the bumper sticker said.  I saw another one that said, “I have evolved, I’m sorry if you haven’t.”  I am not a bumper sticker type of person.  I have one on my truck, but it was put there by my youngest son and I just didn’t have the heart to take it off.  It is small and just a symbol for our favorite football team…the Pittsburgh Steelers.  <br />
Again, I am not a bumper sticker kind of person.  The idea just doesn’t suit me.  It is not that I don’t want to advertise my beliefs and values; it’s just that I don’t think I can sum them up on a twelve inch by three inch piece of plastic slathered with adhesive.  Think about it!  What does it mean “Jesus was a liberal?”  I think I know what they mean, but because “liberal” can include a range of ideas, it is hard to tell.<br />
Instead, I like to think of my life as a whole as a walking billboard for not only what I believe, but who I am as a person.  I want my hands to show that I am a servant.  I want my words to reveal who I serve.  I want my gentleness to reveal God.  I want my work-ethic to reveals God’s glory.  Sometimes that doesn’t happen, but I do my best and I try to grow in them daily.  <br />
If you are a bumper sticker type of person, be not offended.  You must be sure your life as a whole reflects Him and that you are His.   Otherwise, you might as well just slap on the bumper sticker and be done with it.  <br />
Ed </div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;">“You are bought with a price.  Therefore, glorify God in your body” <br />
(1 Cor. 6:20).<br />
 “Jesus was a liberal!”  That is what the bumper sticker said.  I saw another one that said, “I have evolved, I’m sorry if you haven’t.”  I am not a bumper sticker type of person.  I have one on my truck, but it was put there by my youngest son and I just didn’t have the heart to take it off.  It is small and just a symbol for our favorite football team…the Pittsburgh Steelers.  <br />
Again, I am not a bumper sticker kind of person.  The idea just doesn’t suit me.  It is not that I don’t want to advertise my beliefs and values; it’s just that I don’t think I can sum them up on a twelve inch by three inch piece of plastic slathered with adhesive.  Think about it!  What does it mean “Jesus was a liberal?”  I think I know what they mean, but because “liberal” can include a range of ideas, it is hard to tell.<br />
Instead, I like to think of my life as a whole as a walking billboard for not only what I believe, but who I am as a person.  I want my hands to show that I am a servant.  I want my words to reveal who I serve.  I want my gentleness to reveal God.  I want my work-ethic to reveals God’s glory.  Sometimes that doesn’t happen, but I do my best and I try to grow in them daily.  <br />
If you are a bumper sticker type of person, be not offended.  You must be sure your life as a whole reflects Him and that you are His.   Otherwise, you might as well just slap on the bumper sticker and be done with it.  <br />
Ed </div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Poison Tomato]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 09:12:39 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[My grandfather was a prolific tomato grower.  From the time I was a child we were taught the value of a garden, be it no more than a few small plants lining a fence in a miniscule backyard or an immense, veritable fruit-of-the-earth factory that required many, many hands to make light work.  While we would grow various things throughout the years, a staple, ever present every year, was some sort of tomato.  Not only were they good for you, but they seem to work well in just about any dish.  Few things could compare in taste to the tomatoes grown in the rich, fertile soil along the banks of the Ohio River.  We ate them raw, in sauces, on sandwiches and (one I never tried) on pancakes.  Of course, I am not alone in this enjoyment.<br />
<br />
What many may not know is that from the middle 1500’s until the 1900’s the tomato was thought to be poisonous.  Believe it or not, it grew out of a common practice among the wealthier part of society to use plates made of pewter.  Apparently, The high acid content in the tomatoes would cause the lead in pewter to leach out of the plates, cups and bowls and onto the fruit, poisoning and even killing, at times, those who would eat the fruit.  The solution was to proclaim tomatoes poisonous.  Of course the problem with such a solution is that it really doesn’t deal with the problem.  It is not a true fix.  Take another fruit, food or drink of high acid content and place it in the bowl or cup and you are back to square one.  It’s the pretty, fancy, status bearing bowl that is killing you, as we refuse the fruit intended to be a blessing of God.<br />
<br />
We can look at this logic, which persisted for 400 years and ask, “How ludicrous!  Could they not see how unreasonable that was?”  But the simple fact of the matter is that we continue in the same type of faulty human reasoning, by choice, concerning life in general, but, especially, spiritual matters.  Our sins, lawlessness, materialism, poor attitudes, judgmental spirit, and lack of spiritual priority create a pretty little bowl we call our life, but bring only sickness and death to us and those who come after.  But it is not the bowl, is it?  It can’t be us! Instead, isn’t it always someone else’s fruit put in our bowl?  Isn’t it always the toxicity of someone else’s words and ways that maim and kill?  It has to be the situation or circumstance I was in.<br />
<br />
Eventually, the tomato had its name cleared and the days of pewter plates, bowls and cups have long since passed.  Such didn’t come by accident.  Instead, it came by extolling the virtues of honest and open discovery and a willingness to change.  In this day, may we have the same disposition and truly take to heart the words of Paul when he said, “Examine yourselves.”    Your soul and other’s may depend upon it.  <br />
<br />
Ed]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[My grandfather was a prolific tomato grower.  From the time I was a child we were taught the value of a garden, be it no more than a few small plants lining a fence in a miniscule backyard or an immense, veritable fruit-of-the-earth factory that required many, many hands to make light work.  While we would grow various things throughout the years, a staple, ever present every year, was some sort of tomato.  Not only were they good for you, but they seem to work well in just about any dish.  Few things could compare in taste to the tomatoes grown in the rich, fertile soil along the banks of the Ohio River.  We ate them raw, in sauces, on sandwiches and (one I never tried) on pancakes.  Of course, I am not alone in this enjoyment.<br />
<br />
What many may not know is that from the middle 1500’s until the 1900’s the tomato was thought to be poisonous.  Believe it or not, it grew out of a common practice among the wealthier part of society to use plates made of pewter.  Apparently, The high acid content in the tomatoes would cause the lead in pewter to leach out of the plates, cups and bowls and onto the fruit, poisoning and even killing, at times, those who would eat the fruit.  The solution was to proclaim tomatoes poisonous.  Of course the problem with such a solution is that it really doesn’t deal with the problem.  It is not a true fix.  Take another fruit, food or drink of high acid content and place it in the bowl or cup and you are back to square one.  It’s the pretty, fancy, status bearing bowl that is killing you, as we refuse the fruit intended to be a blessing of God.<br />
<br />
We can look at this logic, which persisted for 400 years and ask, “How ludicrous!  Could they not see how unreasonable that was?”  But the simple fact of the matter is that we continue in the same type of faulty human reasoning, by choice, concerning life in general, but, especially, spiritual matters.  Our sins, lawlessness, materialism, poor attitudes, judgmental spirit, and lack of spiritual priority create a pretty little bowl we call our life, but bring only sickness and death to us and those who come after.  But it is not the bowl, is it?  It can’t be us! Instead, isn’t it always someone else’s fruit put in our bowl?  Isn’t it always the toxicity of someone else’s words and ways that maim and kill?  It has to be the situation or circumstance I was in.<br />
<br />
Eventually, the tomato had its name cleared and the days of pewter plates, bowls and cups have long since passed.  Such didn’t come by accident.  Instead, it came by extolling the virtues of honest and open discovery and a willingness to change.  In this day, may we have the same disposition and truly take to heart the words of Paul when he said, “Examine yourselves.”    Your soul and other’s may depend upon it.  <br />
<br />
Ed]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Wolves Tuxedo]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:31:12 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;">"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.<br />
(Mat 7:15)<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">We sometimes call them a “penguin suits,” because of the black and white coloring and perhaps the way they make us look, but the tuxedo actually takes its name from another animal.  Have you ever heard that saying, “Speak of the devil and he appears?”  Well, in some ancient (and not so ancient) cultures this saying was believed as simple fact.  If you say the name of something “evil” or “destructive” then, sure enough, it would appear to do horrible things.  <br />
Such a belief existed among certain Native American tribes that once inhabited the land that we now call home.  While much about their cultures was rich and deeply spiritual, infused into their belief systems was a great deal of superstition.  They believed, for instance, that if you spoke the name for what we would call a wolf, then the wolf would appear, wreaking havoc.  Since the wolf was greatly feared they refused to speak his name, but instead called him “p’tuksit,” or “one with rounded paw.”<br />
It is from this word that we get our word “tuxedo,” which was first applied to a new type of dinner jacket being worn by socialites of the late 1800’s, who lived in the wealthy community named Tuxedo Park because it grew up around Tuxedo lake about 40 miles from New York City.* Thus, when we put on the tuxedo, rather than putting on the “penguin suit” we are donning the wolf’s clothing.   No doubt this is more accurate in some cases.  Those young socialite bachelors gathered for the hunting of a mate, wearing clothing that would attract and yet hide any unsightliness, seems to fit. They were, as we might say, “On the prowl.” <br />
The Bible never uses the word tuxedo, but does employ the phrase “wolf in sheep’s clothing,” to demonstrate the same idea of appearing to be one thing, while actually being another for the sake of the hunt.  The wolf, you see, even in spiritual terms, is a dangerous creature that needs to hide his appearance, his fangs, and his thirst for destruction.  He thus comes in the harmless garb of sheep.  Ever heard of anyone being mauled or mutilated by sheep?  I doubt it.  <br />
Most often it is spoken of false teachers or prophets in the New Testament.  Notice what Peter says about them.  “But false prophets also arose among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. And many will follow their sensuality, and because of them the way of truth will be blasphemed. And in their greed they will exploit you with false words. Their condemnation from long ago is not idle, and their destruction is not asleep” (2Pe 2:1-3).  <br />
It is very important to know why we believe what we believe.  It is important to determine whether we are following God or some wolf who has assumed some garment of godliness just waiting to wreak spiritual havoc in our lives, home and church.  <br />
In this day, don’t simply be a follower, be a follower of God and His word, testing all things.  Anyone can be a wolf.  Trust the Lord.<br />
Ed <br />
<br />
*Wilfred Funk.  Word Origins, p. 293.  </div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;">"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.<br />
(Mat 7:15)<br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">We sometimes call them a “penguin suits,” because of the black and white coloring and perhaps the way they make us look, but the tuxedo actually takes its name from another animal.  Have you ever heard that saying, “Speak of the devil and he appears?”  Well, in some ancient (and not so ancient) cultures this saying was believed as simple fact.  If you say the name of something “evil” or “destructive” then, sure enough, it would appear to do horrible things.  <br />
Such a belief existed among certain Native American tribes that once inhabited the land that we now call home.  While much about their cultures was rich and deeply spiritual, infused into their belief systems was a great deal of superstition.  They believed, for instance, that if you spoke the name for what we would call a wolf, then the wolf would appear, wreaking havoc.  Since the wolf was greatly feared they refused to speak his name, but instead called him “p’tuksit,” or “one with rounded paw.”<br />
It is from this word that we get our word “tuxedo,” which was first applied to a new type of dinner jacket being worn by socialites of the late 1800’s, who lived in the wealthy community named Tuxedo Park because it grew up around Tuxedo lake about 40 miles from New York City.* Thus, when we put on the tuxedo, rather than putting on the “penguin suit” we are donning the wolf’s clothing.   No doubt this is more accurate in some cases.  Those young socialite bachelors gathered for the hunting of a mate, wearing clothing that would attract and yet hide any unsightliness, seems to fit. They were, as we might say, “On the prowl.” <br />
The Bible never uses the word tuxedo, but does employ the phrase “wolf in sheep’s clothing,” to demonstrate the same idea of appearing to be one thing, while actually being another for the sake of the hunt.  The wolf, you see, even in spiritual terms, is a dangerous creature that needs to hide his appearance, his fangs, and his thirst for destruction.  He thus comes in the harmless garb of sheep.  Ever heard of anyone being mauled or mutilated by sheep?  I doubt it.  <br />
Most often it is spoken of false teachers or prophets in the New Testament.  Notice what Peter says about them.  “But false prophets also arose among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. And many will follow their sensuality, and because of them the way of truth will be blasphemed. And in their greed they will exploit you with false words. Their condemnation from long ago is not idle, and their destruction is not asleep” (2Pe 2:1-3).  <br />
It is very important to know why we believe what we believe.  It is important to determine whether we are following God or some wolf who has assumed some garment of godliness just waiting to wreak spiritual havoc in our lives, home and church.  <br />
In this day, don’t simply be a follower, be a follower of God and His word, testing all things.  Anyone can be a wolf.  Trust the Lord.<br />
Ed <br />
<br />
*Wilfred Funk.  Word Origins, p. 293.  </div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[I Need A Medic!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:28:02 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;">In all things I have shown you that by working hard in this way we must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'"<br />
(Act 20:35)<br />
“Medic!  We need a medic!” The cry was urgent.  It was desperate.  We all just laughed.<br />
 In many ways it was a battle scene replete with high anxiety, carnage and devastation, though of a different sort than you might find on a literal battlefield.  None of my family gathered for the Thanksgiving Holiday can even remotely be construed as “Black Friday” warriors.  I am not about to wait in line at some store in the freezing cold of a Ohio winter morning to get one of the ten “in-stock” SD cards, laptops, cameras, hoodies, hams, toys, trinkets or Bluetooth headset for even 80% off the original price.  We are more “cyber Monday” sit-in-the-warmth-of-your-own-home type of crowd.<br />
Yet, we did wander out to the mall about two hours before closing just to have a walk about.  After we had marched through about three quarters of the mall, watching bleary-eyed sales people, who, amazingly enough, could still feign interest in us at this late hour, our youngest son was done.  Being the jokster that he is and knowing that his dad was once a medic, he began his cries. Beleaguered shoppers eyed him curiously, as if they shared his sentiment.  Others could barely manage an odd and drowsy stare as they sat in the massage chairs that the mall had strategically placed in the main intersections for use by shoppers who just could not go on and had the &#36;10 (cash or credit) for 30 minutes of shiatsu magic.  <br />
Indeed, we need a medic.  We need some healing…some change of perspective…some turn around.  I am not sure when Thanksgiving became a holiday of shopping and deals, but it seems odd to me.  It seems odd that so much of our “holiday season” has become more about the stuff and things and the ever present avarice that goes along with it.  We gather as families to exchange stuff we don’t need so we can store it in places we don’t have?  It seems our holidays are less about focusing on how much we have already been given by a great and benevolent God.  It seems less and less about how we can take that example and give, though we celebrate these things as “Christian.”  The greatest gift you can give is not a few bucks from your wallet, new phone, camera or toy.  The greatest gifts you can give are you and you’re your service. Is that not what Christ…our medic…did? <br />
In this day, resolve to be a giver, regardless of what you receive in return.  Be a giver first of yourself and service…not some trinket to sell at next year’s garage sale.  This year, let’s change our perspective, regardless of what others may think, and change the world.  <br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;">In all things I have shown you that by working hard in this way we must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'"<br />
(Act 20:35)<br />
“Medic!  We need a medic!” The cry was urgent.  It was desperate.  We all just laughed.<br />
 In many ways it was a battle scene replete with high anxiety, carnage and devastation, though of a different sort than you might find on a literal battlefield.  None of my family gathered for the Thanksgiving Holiday can even remotely be construed as “Black Friday” warriors.  I am not about to wait in line at some store in the freezing cold of a Ohio winter morning to get one of the ten “in-stock” SD cards, laptops, cameras, hoodies, hams, toys, trinkets or Bluetooth headset for even 80% off the original price.  We are more “cyber Monday” sit-in-the-warmth-of-your-own-home type of crowd.<br />
Yet, we did wander out to the mall about two hours before closing just to have a walk about.  After we had marched through about three quarters of the mall, watching bleary-eyed sales people, who, amazingly enough, could still feign interest in us at this late hour, our youngest son was done.  Being the jokster that he is and knowing that his dad was once a medic, he began his cries. Beleaguered shoppers eyed him curiously, as if they shared his sentiment.  Others could barely manage an odd and drowsy stare as they sat in the massage chairs that the mall had strategically placed in the main intersections for use by shoppers who just could not go on and had the &#36;10 (cash or credit) for 30 minutes of shiatsu magic.  <br />
Indeed, we need a medic.  We need some healing…some change of perspective…some turn around.  I am not sure when Thanksgiving became a holiday of shopping and deals, but it seems odd to me.  It seems odd that so much of our “holiday season” has become more about the stuff and things and the ever present avarice that goes along with it.  We gather as families to exchange stuff we don’t need so we can store it in places we don’t have?  It seems our holidays are less about focusing on how much we have already been given by a great and benevolent God.  It seems less and less about how we can take that example and give, though we celebrate these things as “Christian.”  The greatest gift you can give is not a few bucks from your wallet, new phone, camera or toy.  The greatest gifts you can give are you and you’re your service. Is that not what Christ…our medic…did? <br />
In this day, resolve to be a giver, regardless of what you receive in return.  Be a giver first of yourself and service…not some trinket to sell at next year’s garage sale.  This year, let’s change our perspective, regardless of what others may think, and change the world.  <br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Corn of The Spirit]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 17:20:49 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Each night after supper our family has a new-found tradition. Once our meal is complete and the children settle down from talking about their day, we spend just a few moments going through some Bible questions or a Bible story. A couple of days ago we were talking about fruits of the Spirit and my wife volunteered the fact that she knew a song that would teach the kids these fruits. I was a great little song that talked about bunnies in a field of corn and how some (works of the flesh) need to be put out and others (fruits of the Spirit need to be let into the garden of our lives. A great, easy-to-learn song it was. <br />
<br />
After she sang it through a couple of times, I asked, “Now, who can name one of the fruits of the Spirit?” Instantly my daughter’s hand went up. When called upon she proudly said, with a big smile on her face that just oozed of the satisfaction of being right she blurted out, “CORN!” Simultaneously we all burst out laughing, including my daughter, though she still thought corn was the correct answer. I gave her a big hug and told her that I thought it was a good answer, but not what we were looking for. I told her the right answer and she laughed even more. <br />
<br />
You know, some of the most joyful things in life begin with us being wrong about something. Some of the greatest celebrations occur after mistakes are made. Even when it comes to our eternal salvation, until we realize we are lost, we cannot be found and enjoy celebrations like the one the woman who lost the coin or the shepherd who lost his sheep had when these were found. Think of Paul on the day his life changed while on the road to Damascus. It was on that day he found out that something was drastically wrong with his life and yet, it was a joyful day because he was found as well. <br />
<br />
How sad it is that so many never experience the joy of realizing they are lost, but have the power to come to a loving and merciful God. It is our prayer, this day, that you are not among them!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Each night after supper our family has a new-found tradition. Once our meal is complete and the children settle down from talking about their day, we spend just a few moments going through some Bible questions or a Bible story. A couple of days ago we were talking about fruits of the Spirit and my wife volunteered the fact that she knew a song that would teach the kids these fruits. I was a great little song that talked about bunnies in a field of corn and how some (works of the flesh) need to be put out and others (fruits of the Spirit need to be let into the garden of our lives. A great, easy-to-learn song it was. <br />
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After she sang it through a couple of times, I asked, “Now, who can name one of the fruits of the Spirit?” Instantly my daughter’s hand went up. When called upon she proudly said, with a big smile on her face that just oozed of the satisfaction of being right she blurted out, “CORN!” Simultaneously we all burst out laughing, including my daughter, though she still thought corn was the correct answer. I gave her a big hug and told her that I thought it was a good answer, but not what we were looking for. I told her the right answer and she laughed even more. <br />
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You know, some of the most joyful things in life begin with us being wrong about something. Some of the greatest celebrations occur after mistakes are made. Even when it comes to our eternal salvation, until we realize we are lost, we cannot be found and enjoy celebrations like the one the woman who lost the coin or the shepherd who lost his sheep had when these were found. Think of Paul on the day his life changed while on the road to Damascus. It was on that day he found out that something was drastically wrong with his life and yet, it was a joyful day because he was found as well. <br />
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How sad it is that so many never experience the joy of realizing they are lost, but have the power to come to a loving and merciful God. It is our prayer, this day, that you are not among them!]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Who Makes the Lightning?]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:10:48 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Call it odd, but I like storms. I can’t exactly explain to you why that is, but I really like storms…watching the gigantic thunderheads roll slowly over the horizon in a vast array of hues from deep purples to eerie oranges. I like to feeling of when the barometric pressure drops and there is a lightness to the air that is beyond description. I enjoy the waves of power transferred through the air in great thunderclaps and flashes of lightening. Perhaps it is a reminder of the power beyond our world, the God who created it and the feeling of comfort it brings to know such a powerful being watches over and cares for me. Again, I am unsure about the why. <br />
When our family lived in San Antonio, TX, our oldest son and I, who would have been about 3 at the time, would sit in one of the window seats of our home and watch just about every storm that would roll through. He seemed to enjoy it as well.<br />
On one of these occasions, while watching this heavenly fireworks display, I pretended that I was causing the lightning. I would tell this little boy, “Watch this one. Wait. Wait. Pow!” At just the right moment I would wave my hands through the air and it would seem as if (at least to a three-year-old) I had made the lightening. He was impressed and kept asking me time and again to, “Do it again.” <br />
Thinking about that incident throughout the years, I have always found it a great illustration of what Christ taught during his ministry about humility and faith. “Truly, I say unto you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a small child shall not enter it.” Children believe! They believe because they are well aware of their smallness and know nothing of skepticism and its self-consuming root of pride. They don’t mix their self-serving bias with their answers to life’s questions and the way they understand the world – it just is because God said so…or daddy said so. They believe because God is so big and can do anything without a doubt, just as they will believe daddy, who also seems so big, can make lightning. It is not about them!<br />
When Christ says you have to accept the kingdom as a child he means you must have the strength and courage to put aside the self-serving bias learned throughout the years (as much as possible) and realize that the kingdom may be for you, but certainly is not by you. Easy? Not even close. It’s getting harder as we grow more self-involved and narcissistic. The child knows he can’t make lightning, but may think you can. Some adults, by their overwhelming focus on, to quote the old Beatles’ song, “I, Me, Mine,” have, however, convinced themselves that they do (figuratively of course). <br />
In this day, give up that pride, put on humility and receive His kingdom with joy and thanksgiving.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Call it odd, but I like storms. I can’t exactly explain to you why that is, but I really like storms…watching the gigantic thunderheads roll slowly over the horizon in a vast array of hues from deep purples to eerie oranges. I like to feeling of when the barometric pressure drops and there is a lightness to the air that is beyond description. I enjoy the waves of power transferred through the air in great thunderclaps and flashes of lightening. Perhaps it is a reminder of the power beyond our world, the God who created it and the feeling of comfort it brings to know such a powerful being watches over and cares for me. Again, I am unsure about the why. <br />
When our family lived in San Antonio, TX, our oldest son and I, who would have been about 3 at the time, would sit in one of the window seats of our home and watch just about every storm that would roll through. He seemed to enjoy it as well.<br />
On one of these occasions, while watching this heavenly fireworks display, I pretended that I was causing the lightning. I would tell this little boy, “Watch this one. Wait. Wait. Pow!” At just the right moment I would wave my hands through the air and it would seem as if (at least to a three-year-old) I had made the lightening. He was impressed and kept asking me time and again to, “Do it again.” <br />
Thinking about that incident throughout the years, I have always found it a great illustration of what Christ taught during his ministry about humility and faith. “Truly, I say unto you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a small child shall not enter it.” Children believe! They believe because they are well aware of their smallness and know nothing of skepticism and its self-consuming root of pride. They don’t mix their self-serving bias with their answers to life’s questions and the way they understand the world – it just is because God said so…or daddy said so. They believe because God is so big and can do anything without a doubt, just as they will believe daddy, who also seems so big, can make lightning. It is not about them!<br />
When Christ says you have to accept the kingdom as a child he means you must have the strength and courage to put aside the self-serving bias learned throughout the years (as much as possible) and realize that the kingdom may be for you, but certainly is not by you. Easy? Not even close. It’s getting harder as we grow more self-involved and narcissistic. The child knows he can’t make lightning, but may think you can. Some adults, by their overwhelming focus on, to quote the old Beatles’ song, “I, Me, Mine,” have, however, convinced themselves that they do (figuratively of course). <br />
In this day, give up that pride, put on humility and receive His kingdom with joy and thanksgiving.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sinwhich Anyone?]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:09:28 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[“Here, try this!” he said. “It has got to be the nastiest thing I have ever put in my mouth.” Oddly enough, this friend of mine took the sandwich, bit off part and then said, “You’re right! That is horrible.” Then they turned to me… “You’ve got to taste this.” Now, I am not sure what these guys were thinking or what their perception of me was, but I am relatively sure I don’t walk around with a sign on my forehead that says, “I’m a moron and will fall for anything,” though, like most of us, there have been times when I would have done well to heed the old proverb, “Better to be thought a fool than open your mouth and remove all doubt.” <br />
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At any rate, I am not sure what made these guys think I would want a bite of this sandwich, after such a horrid and overt display of unrestrained distain for its taste, smell and general appearance. Why would I want to “taste it?” Why would you want to “taste it?” <br />
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Oddly enough, though we can see ridiculousness of the question with the sandwich (I hope), how often do we not only “taste it,” but consume the whole of spiritually damaging and distasteful things? Why is it okay, for instance, for us to say things like “Oh that movie was full of horrible language, laden with sex and violence, but it’s a good movie.” Here, its horrible, but you try it. Why is it okay for us to say, “Man, I drank 12 of these, threw up all over the place and have a whopper of a headache…you should come out with us…good times…good times?” Who is buying that? Unfortunately, when it comes to many things that can harm us spiritually, including legalism, liberalism and leave-me-alone-I’m-busy-ism, many buy it. They take the nasty sinwhich and dig on in, despite the lack of tact in the advertising of the product, lifestyle or activity. It’s horrible, wretched and vile, but okay for you? Surely we should expect more for ourselves. God does and continually showers us with great and wonderful blessings. <br />
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“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above…” (James 1:17)<br />
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In this day, don’t settle for the spiritually decrepit an decayed, but seek the good and perfect; the pure and peaceful; the mild and meaningful; the wonderful and marvelous gifts of God.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[“Here, try this!” he said. “It has got to be the nastiest thing I have ever put in my mouth.” Oddly enough, this friend of mine took the sandwich, bit off part and then said, “You’re right! That is horrible.” Then they turned to me… “You’ve got to taste this.” Now, I am not sure what these guys were thinking or what their perception of me was, but I am relatively sure I don’t walk around with a sign on my forehead that says, “I’m a moron and will fall for anything,” though, like most of us, there have been times when I would have done well to heed the old proverb, “Better to be thought a fool than open your mouth and remove all doubt.” <br />
<br />
At any rate, I am not sure what made these guys think I would want a bite of this sandwich, after such a horrid and overt display of unrestrained distain for its taste, smell and general appearance. Why would I want to “taste it?” Why would you want to “taste it?” <br />
<br />
Oddly enough, though we can see ridiculousness of the question with the sandwich (I hope), how often do we not only “taste it,” but consume the whole of spiritually damaging and distasteful things? Why is it okay, for instance, for us to say things like “Oh that movie was full of horrible language, laden with sex and violence, but it’s a good movie.” Here, its horrible, but you try it. Why is it okay for us to say, “Man, I drank 12 of these, threw up all over the place and have a whopper of a headache…you should come out with us…good times…good times?” Who is buying that? Unfortunately, when it comes to many things that can harm us spiritually, including legalism, liberalism and leave-me-alone-I’m-busy-ism, many buy it. They take the nasty sinwhich and dig on in, despite the lack of tact in the advertising of the product, lifestyle or activity. It’s horrible, wretched and vile, but okay for you? Surely we should expect more for ourselves. God does and continually showers us with great and wonderful blessings. <br />
<br />
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above…” (James 1:17)<br />
<br />
In this day, don’t settle for the spiritually decrepit an decayed, but seek the good and perfect; the pure and peaceful; the mild and meaningful; the wonderful and marvelous gifts of God.]]></content:encoded>
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